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

Boom—!

Thunder rumbled, as if it would shatter the oppressive night sky over Jiangcheng.

The torrential rain poured down like a waterfall, attempting to wash away all the filth of the world in the pitch-black night.

On the western outskirts of Jiangcheng, that heavy alloy door lay forlornly on the muddy grass.

A figure slowly walked out.

The icy rain pelted his bare torso, and before it could even slide off, it was instantly evaporated by the astonishing heat of his skin.

sizzle-

Qin Meng was enveloped in a thick white mist, which was the steam generated by the collision of rainwater and scalding blood.

With each step he took, the water beneath his feet boiled a little more.

The prison alarms blared behind them, and the beams of searchlights swept wildly, but not a single guard dared to chase after them.

The dismembered corpses scattered all over the corridor served as the best no-entry order.

Qin Meng looked up, letting the rain wash away the bloodstains on his face.

Those dark eyes peered through the rain, looking in a direction on the other side of the city.

That's the location of Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

"Dad, Mom."

Qin Meng murmured softly.

"Since they don't want to be dignified, then I'll help them be dignified."

……

Zhao Family Manor, in the central area of ​​Jiangcheng.

As the veritable "local tyrant" of this city, the Zhao family's house remained brightly lit even in the dead of night.

In the luxurious European-style living room, a gramophone was turning, playing the elegant piece "Für Elise".

Zhao Tianci was wearing a silk bathrobe and holding a glass of scarlet wine in his hand.

He had just hung up the phone and, listening to the dial tone, a hint of impatience flashed across his handsome yet effeminate face.

"Snapped!"

An expensive crystal goblet was smashed onto the floor, and red wine exploded like blood, splattering onto the Persian carpet.

"waste."

Zhao Tianci cursed.

He wasn't afraid of Qin Meng's threat.

In his view, it was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant making a laughable, mournful cry before it died.

He just felt offended.

That feeling is like having a dog that not only kills the guard at the gate, but also dares to bare its teeth at its owner.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

From the shadows in the corner, a burly man as tall as an iron tower emerged.

He wore a tight vest, revealing bulging muscles in his arms, with veins standing out like writhing earthworms, and exuding a menacing aura.

Sun Biao, a third-tier martial artist, was assigned to Zhao Tianci as a bodyguard after Zhao Tianci awakened his supernatural abilities. His iron hands had once torn apart tigers and leopards.

"Liu Cheng is dead."

Zhao Tianci poured himself another glass of wine.

"That ordinary man named Qin Meng ran out and said he was coming to kill me."

"Heh." Sun Biao grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, his eyes full of contempt. "Are ordinary people these days all brainless? They think they're something just because they killed a jailer?"

"Go."

Zhao Tianci waved his hand.

"Bring his head back. Remember, don't let him die too quickly. I think his bones are pretty hard; it'll be perfect for making a taxidermied specimen and placing it at the kennel entrance. From now on, anyone who misbehaves will see what happens."

"And his damned parents..." Zhao Tianci took a sip of wine, a twisted sense of pleasure flashing in his eyes. "I was just going to burn them, but now I've changed my mind. I'll chop them up and feed them to the dogs."

"clear."

Sun Biao cracked his neck, his bones popping like beans. "Don't worry, young master, I'll crush his bones inch by inch and make him crawl to you on his knees."

……

On the only road leading to Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

This is an old demolition area, the streetlights are flickering, and the heavy rain has turned it into a waterlogged area.

Qin Meng stopped in his tracks.

Twenty meters ahead of him, in the middle of the road, stood a person.

Even through the thick curtain of rain, one could feel the fierce aura emanating from the other party.

The rainwater falling within a three-foot radius around the opponent was surprisingly agitated by an invisible force, forming a strange vacuum.

Internal strength is released externally.

This is the mark of a third-tier martial artist.

"Qin Meng?"

Sun Biao crossed his arms, looking down at the young man emanating white steam, his eyes filled with contempt. "To kill that piece of trash Liu Cheng, it seems you've taken quite a few performance-enhancing drugs. Enjoying the power gained by sacrificing your life?"

Qin Meng didn't speak, but just looked at him expressionlessly.

That look in his eyes made Sun Biao very uncomfortable.

"Got your mute?" Sun Biao sneered. "I was going to play with you, but the young master is still waiting for your head. Remember, don't be an ordinary person in your next life, and don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Sun Biao made a move.

The asphalt road beneath his feet shattered instantly, and he shot through the rain like a cannonball, reaching Qin Meng in the blink of an eye.

This is the speed of a third-tier martial artist.

Ordinary people can't even see the afterimage clearly.

"Rock-Smashing Palm!"

Sun Biao let out a low roar, his right hand forming a palm, carrying a terrifying force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and slammed it hard into Qin Meng's chest.

This palm strike contained all of his internal energy; it could pulverize even a piece of granite.

He was absolutely confident that with this one palm strike, the internal organs of this ordinary person would instantly turn into a pile of mud.

Perhaps they couldn't react in time, or perhaps they were disdainful.

Bang! ! !

A deep, muffled bang exploded in the rainy night.

The blast wave rolled and shook the surrounding rain into a mist.

Qin Meng flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing through two lampposts before finally slamming heavily into a roadside flowerbed.

The cement steps crumbled, and dust billowed up.

"Vulnerable."

Sun Biao withdrew his hand and flicked it dismissively.

"Ordinary people are just ordinary people. Do they really think they can contend with martial arts with their mortal bodies? Ignorance is bliss."

He turned around, took out his phone, and prepared to report to Zhao Tianci.

Splash!

Suddenly, a soft thud of falling gravel came from the ruins.

Sun Biao's hand holding the phone suddenly stopped, and he abruptly turned around.

From the chaotic pile of rubble, a large hand reached out and pressed down on a broken cement slab.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Meng, whom he had judged to be dead, slowly stood up.

Rainwater washed over his chest.

There was only a minor cut, not much blood was drawn, and the wound was healing at a visible speed.

"This...this is impossible!"