My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

The rain has completely stopped.

Outside the factory building.

Hundreds of homeless people, covered in mud, stared blankly upwards.

He stared intently at the huge hole in the clouds that had been punched through.

Then look at the dark gold figure in the ruins, still in a punching stance.

"Gods...this is a living ancestor who has come to save us from suffering!" A disabled beggar with a face full of dirt cried and kowtowed repeatedly.

Others followed suit.

The scene of hundreds of people kneeling on the ground looked incredibly eerie in this bloody slaughterhouse.

Faith was utterly crushed and then rebuilt.

Extreme awe completely overwhelmed the survival instinct to flee.

Qin Meng slowly withdrew his right fist.

White, high-temperature steam drifted outwards from the dark gold-black back of his hand.

The fingers loosened little by little.

A piece of sheet metal that had fallen from the top of the factory building fell from mid-air and hit Qin Meng's broad shoulder, breaking in two on the spot.

The broken pieces of iron clattered to the ground.

Qin Meng did not look down.

Hundreds of homeless people around were still kneeling in the mud and water, and no one dared to stand up.

A few of the bolder ones secretly looked up at the dark golden figure standing in the center of the ruins, illuminated by the moonlight. Their Adam's apples bobbed, and they didn't dare to even breathe.

Qin Meng turned around and prepared to leave.

"My benefactor! I beg you!"

A heart-wrenching cry rang out from the depths of the crowd.

A gaunt middle-aged woman stumbled and crawled out of the crowd, her knees slamming into broken glass and steel slag, blood streaming down her calves, but she was completely unaware.

He threw his hands on the muddy ground half a meter in front of Qin Meng's feet, banging his forehead down desperately.

"My child...my child isn't here..."

The woman's voice was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound, yet she continued to shout.

"They packed the adults and children separately in the truck! The children were taken away in another black pickup truck!"

Qin Meng stopped in his tracks.

Then a second woman pounced. Then a third.

Five or six ragged women knelt in a row, their knees crushing through shards of iron and glass, leaving long trails of blood in the mud.

My son is only six years old...

"My daughter...she has a leg disability, she can't run..."

"Please...please save the children..."

Several women kowtowed until their foreheads were covered in blood. The blood, mixed with mud, was smeared on their faces, making it impossible to tell whether it was tears or blood.

Qin Meng stood still.

His gaze slowly swept over the hundreds of homeless people who had been rescued.

Men, women, and the elderly.

There are no children.

not a single one.

Qin Meng's mind raced back to the scene when the iron cages were opened. Three cages, hundreds of people, all adults. He had killed them so quickly that he hadn't had time to think about it.

Now, let's rely on the information that Kiba revealed before his death.

The Zhao family provided a thousand living people as food.

One thousand.

These three cages could hold up to four or five hundred people.

What happened to the rest?

Where have the children gone again?

The mutants deliberately separated the children and transported them away, not out of kindness.

In the operational logic of the Dawn of Flesh and Blood, children's bodies are cleaner, their blood and qi are purer, and their genes have greater plasticity than those of adults.

These creatures treat children as a higher form of food.

It could even be the raw material for some kind of more grotesque mutation ritual.

Qin Meng remained silent.

The sole of the foot suddenly pressed down.

boom.

The cracked cement floor collapsed again, creating a deep pit.

Qin Meng's two-meter-tall body shot out and disappeared into the darkness before dawn in front of hundreds of stunned eyes.

A white sonic boom shockwave rippled through the ruins.

The women kneeling on the ground were thrown into the mud by the blast wave.

By the time they got up again, the dark golden figure had vanished without a trace.

"He...he's gone..."

The middle-aged woman who was the first to kneel down stared intently in the direction where Qin Meng had disappeared, trembling all over, it was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing.

……

South District.

The darkest hour before dawn.

Qin Meng sped through the unfinished buildings of the slums at supersonic speed, covering a distance of five kilometers in less than thirty seconds.

A faint, fishy odor, unique to mutants, lingered in the air.

It has the same scent as the Demon Blade, but it's stronger. More rotten.

One hundred and ninety-four points of physique bring more than just absolute strength.

The five senses were amplified to an absurd degree.

He could smell the brand of tobacco when someone was smoking three kilometers away.

The stench stretched from the direction of the meat processing plant, across the main road in the south area, and into an abandoned sewer ventilation shaft.

It was interrupted twice.

Qin Meng stopped at the first break point.

At the corner of an old alley, a young man in a gray hoodie is squatting behind a trash can, holding an old-fashioned flip phone and taking pictures in the direction of an abandoned sewer vent.

Snake Gang's secret sentries.

Although the order to retreat had been given from above, the information was slow at the lower levels, and these scouts had no idea what was happening on the bridge.

Qin Meng approached from behind.

No sound was made.

With 194 points of physique muscle control, his two-meter-tall, several-hundred-pound body made his footsteps as light as a cat's as he stepped on the slippery bluestone slabs.

The right hand extends out.

Five fingers gripped the back of the young man's head.

The young man froze. His flip phone fell into the ditch.

"The black pickup truck, carrying a child, which direction is it heading?"

Qin Meng's voice came down from above.

The young man's body was trembling violently. He didn't turn around, nor dared to. The warmth and pressure from the hand gripping his head alone caused him to lose control of his bladder instantly.

"The city...the south of the city..."

The young man's teeth were chattering, and he spoke each word haltingly.

Qin Meng let go.

The young man collapsed in his own urine and frantically crawled forward a few meters.

I've only climbed three steps.

A muffled gust of wind came from behind.

The young man hadn't even had a chance to turn around.

Qin Meng stepped on his spine.

Click.

A broken spine. The young man's screams were choked back.

[Killing a thug increases your Violence Value by 100]

Qin Meng stepped over the corpses and continued running wildly along the trail of stench.

On the way, they ambushed and killed three more sentries from the Snake Gang and Axe Gang.

Each person only asked one question.

Every answer given points to the same place.

Southern suburbs of the city. Former military zone. Abandoned air-raid shelter.