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

Qin Meng squatted down and picked up the smallest child, who had lost consciousness, in his arms.

"Those who can walk, follow me."

Thirteen children who could still stand followed him, stumbling along.

Qin Meng, holding the child in his arms, glanced back at the four who were still unconscious.

He placed the one in his arms at the edge of the pit, climbed up, and then passed the children up one by one.

No one spoke throughout the entire process.

The children seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

By the time the last child was pulled from the ground, the eastern horizon was already fully lit.

The orange-red morning light spread across the wilderness, illuminating the two-hundred-meter-long ditch that had been plowed out by the fierce wind.

In the distance, on the concrete wall of the abandoned military zone, gravel is still falling from the hole more than four meters in diameter.

Qin Meng stood beside the pit and glanced down at the group of children.

Seventeen. The oldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was four or five. Their clothes were all tattered, and some were wearing only one shoe while others were barefoot.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call connected after three beeps.

"Who?"

"How many members of the Southern District Snake Gang are still alive?"

There was a silence on the other end for almost two seconds.

"You're that..."

"Enough with the nonsense."

"There are still a few left."

"The old military area in the southern suburbs of the city. Bring a car."

Qin Meng gave the coordinates and hung up.

He knelt down and picked up the disabled little girl again.

This time, the little girl reacted. She twitched her fingers and grabbed Qin Meng's collar.

He didn't say anything. He just held on.

Qin Meng didn't move.

After waiting for about forty minutes, two dilapidated vans drove up from the dirt road in the wilderness, kicking up a trail of dust.

The next four people were all low-level henchmen of the Snake Gang.

The leader was a young man in his early twenties with messy hair and a folding knife at his waist. When he saw Qin Meng, he quickly put the knife behind him and pretended that he had nothing.

The young man glanced at the group of children, then at the large hole in the wall in the distance, and the deep ditch in the ground.

"Send him to the hospital in the South District."

Qin Meng put the little girl into the car.

"cost......"

Young people instinctively want to start negotiating, but they stop after saying only half a word.

He glanced at the deep trench again.

He swallowed the second half of his sentence.

"it is good."

After the van drove away, Qin Meng was left all alone in the wilderness.

He stood there for a while.

The soreness in my right arm has subsided considerably.

I'm reviewing the events in my mind.

The third apostle was at the sixth level. He used his fist wind, almost all of his reserves, to completely vaporize his opponent in one punch.

If the opponent is not completely exposed, and if they have cover or support from teammates, the effectiveness of this punch will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, after the punch, he has a nearly 20-second window of opportunity where he is practically useless.

Twenty seconds.

For a seventh-tier opponent, that's enough to kill him a dozen times over.

So it's still the same road.

First, trim the wings.

First, strip the Zhao family of all their businesses in Jiangcheng, raise their violence level to a sufficiently high number, and push their physique to the point where they can directly crush a seventh-tier opponent, before going after the Zhao family to cause trouble.

We still need to focus on developing our abilities.

......

The next day, at the underground boxing ring in Jiangcheng.

Located on the third basement level of an abandoned subway station in the South District.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat and blood.

Qin Meng stood on a load-bearing steel beam twenty meters above the ground.

Arms crossed over the chest.

Below is a huge octagonal iron cage.

Two shirtless martial artists were fighting each other inside.

The man on the left was hit in the side with a heavy punch.

The sound of ribs breaking pierced through the screams of the onlookers.

The warrior on the right followed up, his knee slamming into the opponent's chin.

Fresh blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed onto the barbed wire.

The audience erupted in cheers. Banknotes flew through the air.

Qin Meng's gaze swept over those crazed faces.

This is the biggest den of iniquity in Jiangcheng.

The Zhao family's business sees daily turnover exceeding eight figures.

To sever the Zhao family's roots, this is the first stop.

The extrasensory hearing granted by his 194 points of physical strength bypassed the noise below and locked onto a closed box at the highest point of the boxing ring.

The private room is suspended in mid-air and enclosed by three one-way bulletproof glass walls.

internal.

Ye Wujiang sat in the main seat.

Chief Inspector of Jiangcheng, a sixth-level martial artist.

He was wearing a custom-made black suit, with two fifth-tier peak deputy directors standing behind him with their hands behind their backs.

Wang Shoucai stood beside the coffee table, with short hair and wearing a smart business suit.

His back was slightly hunched forward, presenting a deliberate posture of humility.

Wang Shoucai held the decanter with both hands and poured the red wine into the crystal glass in front of Ye Wujiang.

"Director Ye."

Wang Shoucai put down the decanter.

"Li Zhen died in an old alley in the southern district. He wasn't even left with a complete body. I'm afraid the main branch of the Li family won't let this go so easily."

Ye Wujiang didn't touch the wine glass. His fingers tapped on the leather armrest of the sofa.

Two times.

"What are the Li family anyway?"

Ye Wujiang stopped what he was doing.

"A piece of trash who barely managed to reach the fourth tier by drinking an awakening reagent like water, sent to Jiangcheng to wade into this mess, might as well die."

He picked up his wine glass, and the red liquid swirled on the glass.

"If those old fogies from the Li family dare to come to Jiangcheng demanding an explanation, let their old man come in person. My Ye family can handle him."

Jiang Nuonuo sat on the left.

White dress.

Holding a cup of warm water in both hands.

She sighed softly.

"Brother Ye is still as domineering as ever."

Jiang Nuonuo put down her water glass and placed her hands, folded, on her knees.

"Actually, Qin Meng is really pitiful."

"Zhao Tianci went too far. He didn't even spare the parents. Anyone would go crazy in his shoes."

Jiang Nuonuo lowered her head.

"This world is inherently unfair. Qin Meng killed people everywhere to seek justice for his family. Although his methods were cruel, ultimately, it was the Zhao family's fault."

There was a two-second silence in the private room.

Zhao Wuwei sat on the sofa opposite Jiang Nuonuo.

She was slightly overweight. Her cheeks were fleshy, making her eyes appear as slits.

This is a permanently fixed smiley face shape.

The number one genius of the Zhao family in the provincial capital this generation.

Zhao Tianci's half-brother.

Zhao Wuwei used a long, thin silver fork to pick up a piece of apple and put it in his mouth to chew.

Swallow.

"Sister Jiang, you can't say that."

Zhao Wuwei picked up a napkin and wiped his fingers.

"Tianci is ignorant and deserves to be punished. He likes to play around with women, and I've already taught him about this bad habit."

He tossed the napkin onto the table.

"But Qin Meng shouldn't have broken the rules."

"He killed the special agents of the Patrol Division. He killed so many of my Zhao family's retainers. Even the Third Apostle of the Flesh and Blood Dawn in the south of the city was killed by him last night."

Zhao Wuwei raised his wine glass and clinked it against Ye Wujiang's glass in the air.

"People from the lower classes should just endure their grievances. But to risk his life for the sake of our family's reputation—that's overstepping his bounds."

Zhao Wuwei turned his head to look at the martial artist being unilaterally beaten in the octagonal cage below.

"Rules are rules. This world was never prepared for them."

He turned his gaze back.

"Let's not talk about such discouraging things. Come on, guess who will win next? Want to place a bet?"

Zhao Wuwei put down his wine cup.

Twenty meters away.

On the load-bearing steel beam.

Qin Meng listened to the entire conversation.

"The Li family? The Ye family? I don't think I've heard of either of these families in Jiangcheng. Are they from the provincial capital?"

He originally only wanted to cut off one of the Zhao family's funding sources.

Since we've unexpectedly encountered these people, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something about this good fortune?