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

thump.

Liu Cheng's body was carelessly thrown on the ground, his neck bent at an eerie ninety-degree angle, and his bulging eyes were filled with utter terror.

The corridor was deathly silent.

Only the red glow of the emergency lights swirled, casting an extremely long shadow of Qin Meng's bare torso, making him look like a blood-soaked demon.

He held the cigarette between two fingers, its light flickering.

Smoke rose, blurring his cold, hard profile, as hard as granite.

Clang.

It's unclear whose riot baton fell to the ground first.

Immediately following was a series of dull thuds as knees slammed against the ground.

The five or six prison guards who were just moments ago so arrogant and domineering, the "Kings of Hell" who usually lorded it over the prison, now seemed to have had their spines removed.

Seeing even a second-tier ability user being crushed like a chicken, their pride as inspectors shattered into nothingness.

"Master Qin..."

A jailer's voice trembled, his face smeared with tears and snot under his gas mask. He didn't even dare to wipe it away, but just kept kowtowing, his forehead pounding against the floor.

"Sir! I have elderly parents and young children to support... I didn't lay a finger on you! Really! I was firing the gun into the air just now! Please just ignore me!"

Fear is contagious.

"Yes, yes, it's all Wang Kai's doing! It was all Liu Cheng's orders! We're just trying to make a living, Master Qin!"

"I was forced into this! I didn't want it to be like this... We know we were wrong!"

The cries of agony rose and fell, and the air reeked of urine.

Qin Meng lowered his head slightly, exhaled a smoke ring, and his dark eyes swept over the group of bootlickers.

His gaze fell on a slightly overweight jailer.

"Just trying to make a living?"

Qin Meng took a step forward.

The fat jailer shuddered in fright, his crotch instantly soaked, and he frantically shuffled backward, stammering, "Yes...yes..."

If I remember correctly.

"Yesterday afternoon, you held my head down and poured this whole bucket of pepper spray into my nose."

The fat jailer's face was ashen.

Qin Meng's gaze shifted to another tall man who was sobbing uncontrollably: "The night before last, you used a high-pressure water gun to spray me for three hours, saying all the while that my skin was the thickest and perfect for washing the floor."

The tall man's crying stopped abruptly, like a chicken being choked.

"And you."

Qin Meng looked at the third person.

"You said that the woman that Young Master Zhao has taken a liking to is her good fortune, and I shouldn't meddle in other people's business."

So he remembered everything.

Every debt, every wound, every insult.

He hadn't forgotten; he was just powerless to resist back then.

"Spare...spare my life..."

The fat jailer broke down, collapsing to the ground and screaming hysterically, "We were wrong! We really know we were wrong! Please, give us a chance..."

"Chance?"

Qin Meng threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his bare foot.

"When I begged you to stop hitting me, who gave me a chance?"

"When my parents knelt at the entrance of the patrol station begging for justice, who gave them a chance?"

Qin Meng suddenly looked up, and a violent killing intent erupted like a tsunami in his dark pupils.

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Meng vanished into thin air.

His 16.8-meter physique gave him explosive power, leaving a trail of afterimages in the narrow corridor.

The shrill sound of air being torn apart had just begun when a large, bronze hand covered the fat jailer's entire face.

There were no fancy moves.

Press down, exert force, and slam down.

boom!

It's like a ripe watermelon being hit by a hydraulic press.

The fat jailer's pleas for mercy were forcefully swallowed back down his throat, and the red and white substances splattered on the wall behind him, forming a violent graffiti.

[Kill a villain, Violence Value +100]

"Run! Run for your life!!"

The remaining jailers finally realized that this monster had no intention of leaving any survivors!

They screamed and scrambled to their feet, trying to escape to the exit at the other end of the corridor.

However, when faced with absolute speed, turning your back to run away only means offering your back to death.

Qin Meng was like a tyrannical dragon that had broken into a flock of sheep; every move he made was accompanied by a sickeningly loud sound of bones shattering.

Click!

A prison guard's spine was broken by a single foot, and his body folded backward like a folding chair.

boom!

Another prison guard was grabbed by the ankle by Qin Meng and slammed onto the floor like a sledgehammer. His chest cavity collapsed instantly, and fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood gushed out.

This is a massacre.

A one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Ten seconds.

Just ten seconds.

The corridor became quiet again.

This time, however, the floor was covered with a layer of sticky blood plasma, and severed limbs were everywhere.

Qin Meng stood in the center of the pool of blood, his entire body covered in blood.

[Violentness score calculation in progress...]

[Current Violence Level: 3600]

A surge of warmth coursed through his body; it was the system's reward for the killing.

But Qin Meng was not in a hurry to add points at this moment.

The deathly silence was broken by a sudden burst of music.

"To Alice..."

Crisp, melodious, with a touch of classical elegance.

In this bloody and deadly battlefield, it appears particularly ironic and absurd.

The sound came from the pocket of Liu Cheng's corpse.

Qin Meng stepped over the pieces of corpse on the ground, walked to Liu Cheng's side, squatted down, and reached into the pocket of the expensive custom-made uniform to pull out a cell phone.

Three words were lit up on the screen, appearing particularly glaring in the dim light.

—Young Master Zhao.

As Qin Meng looked at these three words, the black flames in his eyes did not extinguish; instead, they burned even more intensely and subtly.

He pressed the answer button and slowly brought the phone to his ear.

He did not speak.

A young, languid voice with a hint of impatience came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by elegant piano music and a woman's charming laughter in the background.

"Old Liu, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? How did things go?"

Zhao Tianci.

Even if he turned to ashes, Qin Meng would still recognize the voice.

That beast who ruined his life, killed his parents, and is now enjoying himself.

Seeing no response, Zhao Tianci grew displeased, his voice turning colder: "Speak. Has that damned dog Qin Meng signed the confession yet?"

Qin Meng remained silent, but his breathing became somewhat heavy.

"Tsk, what a hassle." Zhao Tianci took the silence as an excuse that he couldn't answer whether he had done a good job or not, and his tone revealed a contemptuous disregard for human life.

"Since he won't sign, then stop wasting time. Follow the old rules and take care of him. Remember, be clean and don't leave any evidence."

After a pause, Zhao Tianci seemed to recall something amusing and chuckled:

"By the way, dispose of the body casually. I think this kid has pretty tough bones, so let's chop him up. It just so happens that the Tibetan mastiffs I keep on my estate haven't had much of an appetite lately, so let's give them a good meal."

"As for his two dead parents... it's bad luck to leave them in the morgue. I'll chop them up and feed them to the dogs, so that this family of three can be reunited in the afterlife. That would be my way of doing good deeds."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Unrestrained laughter came from the other end of the phone.

Qin Meng listened.

Every word was like a red-hot knife, stabbing fiercely into his heart and then twisting it violently.

Cherry-red skin.

The parents knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Chop it up and feed it to the dog.

It turns out that in these people's eyes, they really aren't even human.

It's just garbage, animal feed, dust that can be wiped away at any time.

"Old Liu? Are you listening?" Zhao Tianci sensed something was wrong. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Qin Meng finally made a move.

His lips parted, revealing bloodstained teeth, and his voice carried a chilling aura that seemed to emanate from the deepest hell:

"He's listening."

There was a visibly pause on the other end of the phone, then Zhao Tianci's voice turned serious: "Who are you? Where's Liu Cheng?"

"He's waiting for you in hell," Qin Meng said calmly. "Don't worry, I'll send you down there soon so you can reunite with your Tibetan Mastiff."

A brief silence.

Then Zhao Tianci laughed in fury: "Qin Meng? It's you, you bastard? You're still alive? What was that good-for-nothing Liu Cheng good for?!"

"Qin Meng! Do you know who you're talking to! You think you can escape? The entire Jiangcheng belongs to the Zhao family..."

Click!

Qin Meng had no interest in listening to this dead man's nonsense anymore.

The five fingers suddenly exerted force.

The expensive cell phone groaned in his hand, shattering into countless fragments of plastic and metal, mixed with battery electrolyte, which slipped through his fingers.

Qin Meng spread his hands, letting the waste fall to the ground.

"The Zhao family."

"Since there is no law in this world."

"Then I am the law."

boom!

Qin Meng turned around and kicked the meter-thick steel gate of the prison.