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

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Although they were prison guards, they were just ordinary people who got into the patrol office through connections.

The two shield-wielding guards at the front didn't even see the figures clearly before they felt as if they were being run over head-on by an out-of-control heavy tank.

The polycarbonate explosion-proof shield, which they were so proud of, exploded into a shower of plastic fragments the moment it came into contact with Qin Meng's body.

The immense kinetic energy traveled up his arm, bone fragments pierced his flesh, and he flew backward like a sandbag filled with blood, knocking down a large number of people.

Qin Meng didn't stop.

The alloy chain in his hand was swung around, whistling as it tore through the air, and lashed down hard.

Snapped!

Crisp and melodious.

A prison guard's riot helmet looked like a shattered eggshell, with his head inside collapsing into the ground.

Killing a prison guard increases your ferocity level by 100.

To Qin Meng, this sound was more beautiful than the most melodious music in the world.

His lips parted uncontrollably into a wide grin, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

The chains in his hands became the scythe of death, each swing accompanied by the muffled sound of bones shattering.

Skill?

In the face of absolute power and defense, tactics are a joke.

It's sizzling!

Several stun guns were simultaneously thrust into his waist, and a high-voltage current of 10,000 volts surged through his body.

Qin Meng simply shrugged his shoulders as if he'd been bitten by a mosquito, then slapped him across the face.

"Get out of here!"

The 180-pound strong man flew seven or eight meters like a rag doll, his chest caved in, and fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood splattered all over the ground.

"A monster...he's a monster!!"

"Even martial artists aren't this tough!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

In just thirty seconds.

Half of the elite squad was lying dead, and the corridor was littered with severed limbs.

Blood flowed like a river in the corridor.

The remaining seven or eight prison guards huddled in the corner, their riot guns trembling like Parkinson's patients, too scared to even pull the trigger.

Just as Qin Meng was carrying the still-dripping chain, preparing to harvest the last crop of "crops".

Pop, pop, pop.

A sudden, but not hurried, round of applause came from the shadows at the end of the corridor.

The prison guards, as if they had seen a savior, scrambled to make way for them.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a smart uniform.

Liu Cheng, warden of Jiangcheng Prison.

He walked slowly, his leather shoes making a "smack, smack" sound as they stepped into the sticky pool of blood.

He frowned, took out a clean white handkerchief and covered his nose, his eyes full of disgust.

"Wonderful."

Liu Cheng stopped ten meters away from Qin Meng, his gaze sweeping over the scattered limbs on the ground before finally settling on Wang Kai's gruesome corpse.

"Originally, I was supposed to be the first to deal with this riot."

Liu Cheng slowly folded the handkerchief, then casually tossed it on the ground.

"Unfortunately, I was twenty minutes late because of that clingy little devil."

He sighed, seemingly troubled: "So many people died in twenty minutes. Although they were all useless, with so many colleagues dead, my year-end evaluation will be terrible when the higher-ups investigate."

He looked at Qin Meng with the same gaze he would give an ant that had no sense of its own mortality.

"Qin Meng, I'm very unhappy that you made me write a report that took so long."

Qin Meng remained silent.

He bent down and pulled a flattened pack of cigarettes from the pocket of a corpse at his feet.

He pulled one out and put it in his mouth.

No fire.

"Pretending to be deaf and dumb?" Liu Cheng sneered, unbuttoning his cuffs.

"I don't know how you concealed your strength. Maybe you were on drugs, or maybe you overexerted yourself to unleash a burst of power. But in the face of true power, these are all tricks."

hum!

The air suddenly became scorching hot.

Two orange-red flames suddenly ignited in Liu Cheng's palms, leaping about as if they were alive.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the steel walls sizzled as they heated up.

The surviving jailers cried out in alarm:

"It's a superpower!"

"The boss has made his move!"

"Second-tier fire element! Qin Meng is dead! Even his ashes will be scattered!"

In this world, although martial artists are tough and resilient, at the lower levels, they are easy targets when facing elemental ability users who can kite from a distance.

Below the third rank, supernatural abilities are paramount.

This is an ironclad rule.

"I originally intended to leave you with a complete corpse, but you're being so uncooperative."

Liu Cheng clasped his hands together abruptly, and flames instantly surged, transforming into a winding fire serpent that coiled around him, turning the narrow corridor crimson.

"Be more discerning in your next life."

"Blazing Flames - Burning Body!"

call--!

A raging torrent of flames instantly engulfed the entire corridor.

The heatwave rolled in, and several prison guards who were slow to dodge screamed as they were scorched and rolled on the ground by the aftershocks, their hair instantly singed.

The spot where Qin Meng stood instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The intense heat distorted vision, making it impossible to see anything but a crimson red in the center.

"it's over."

Liu Cheng flicked his hand, his eyes filled with disdain, "Mere mortals, yet you dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, his words suddenly caught in his throat.

There were no screams in the sea of ​​fire.

There wasn't even a sound of struggling.

There was only the sound of steady footsteps.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The flames were brutally torn apart by a large, bronze-colored hand.

Qin Meng came out.

His prison clothes had been burned to ashes, revealing his strong, naked upper body.

His originally bronze skin now gleamed with an eerie dark red glow under the heat of the flames, yet not a single blister appeared.

Those flames, powerful enough to melt steel, are barely more like a sauna under the protection of the [Copper Skin] property.

"This...this is impossible!"

Liu Cheng's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost. "You're not a martial artist! What kind of defensive ability is this?!"

He panicked.

As an elementalist, he knew all too well the temperature of this flame. Even a second-rank martial artist wouldn't dare to withstand it head-on, so how come this kid was completely unharmed?

"Again! I don't believe it!"

Liu Cheng roared, frantically channeling the energy within his body, trying to conjure another fireball.

But Qin Meng made a move.

He, who had been strolling leisurely just moments before, vanished from his spot in an instant.

boom!

The floor cracked.

Qin Meng's figure almost instantly covered a distance of ten meters, and the wind pressure he generated directly extinguished the flame that had just begun to appear in Liu Cheng's hand.

A large hand, with irresistible violence, gripped Liu Cheng's throat.

Lift with one hand and both feet off the ground.

"Uh—cough—"

Liu Cheng kicked his legs wildly and tried desperately to pry Qin Meng's fingers off, but it felt like he was trying to pry them off with hydraulic clamps; they wouldn't budge.

The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed me, and my face turned a deep liver color.

He stared in horror at Qin Meng, who was standing right in front of him.

There was a chilling indifference in those dark eyes.

It was as if he were holding not a noble warden, but a chicken to be slaughtered.

"The fire is good."

Qin Meng suddenly spoke up.

Hoarseness.

He held the unlit cigarette between his other hands and slowly brought it closer to Liu Cheng.

Driven by fear and suffocation, Liu Cheng's hands were still flailing wildly in his hands, the remaining flames of his supernatural power still burning weakly in his palms—his last struggle.

Qin Meng leaned closer.

Nourishing.

The cigarette butt touched the embers in Liu Cheng's palm.

A wisp of smoke rose up.

He took a deep breath, and the sparks flickered at the corners of his mouth, illuminating his face, which was as hard as rock.

"call……"

Qin Meng exhaled a thick smoke ring, which landed directly on Liu Cheng's purple face.

He looked at the warden, who was struggling like a dead dog in his arms, and lowered his eyelids slightly.

"The so-called superhumans..."

"this one?"

Click.

[Violence Value +1000]