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

"Did you drive here?" Qin Meng pointed to the SUV.

Jiang Nuonuo nodded repeatedly.

Qin Meng strode towards the SUV. He reached for the door. *Snap*. The door, made of special alloy, was ripped off along with its bulletproof hinges.

"※." Qin Meng casually tossed the car door dozens of meters away and stepped into the driver's seat. The seat creaked and groaned under the strain.

"Get in the car."

Jiang Nuonuo was flattered and jumped into the passenger seat without hesitation.

"Where to?" she asked hesitantly.

Qin Meng slammed on the gas pedal. The off-road vehicle's engine roared like a beast, its tires spinning in place and puffing out large amounts of white smoke before it shot out of the ruins like an arrow.

"Go back to the city, find something to eat. And while you're at it, find a good landing spot for those metal lumps in the sky."

In the heart of Jiangcheng City, the once most prosperous Zhao Family Hundred-Story Building stands.

The landmark building was completely enveloped in the pungent smell of blood. More than three thousand people were kneeling in neat rows on the open-air plaza at the ground floor of the building.

They were all local Jiangcheng gang leaders, high-ranking officials of the patrol bureau, and wealthy business magnates affiliated with the four major families. No one dared to escape. The wreckage of Zhao Family Airship No. 1 was still lying in the northern suburbs, the old-timer's flesh still warm. Anyone who tried to escape would die.

The SUV didn't slow down at all, smashing through the building's glass revolving door and driving straight into the lobby on the first floor.

Qin Meng got out of the car. He casually tore off a huge velvet floor-length curtain and wrapped it around his waist. The obscure dark red patterns on his upper body were still slowly flowing under his skin.

Three thousand people were completely silent. Even those who wet themselves out of extreme fear bit their tongues so hard they dared not utter a sound.

Wang Shoucai's former deputy, a bald, burly man with a face full of scars, knelt on both knees, holding several heavy document bags high in his hands, and slowly moved forward, leaning on his knees.

"Master Qin, these are all the asset transfer agreements for the South and North districts of Jiangcheng. The passwords are all inside." The bald man's throat was parched, and his head slammed against the cold, hard marble floor with a loud thud.

Qin Meng didn't answer. He walked to the long leather sofa in the center of the hall and sat down. The sofa couldn't support his astonishing bone density at that moment; the springs snapped one after another, and the cushions collapsed to the bottom.

"Jiang Nuonuo," Qin Meng called out.

"Here!" Jiang Nuonuo jogged over and skillfully took the file bag, acting just like a well-trained personal maid.

"Take inventory. All that can be exchanged for high-level exotic beast meat or gene potions, cash out and pack it up," Qin Meng instructed.

He was hungry. Forcibly absorbing the spiritual veins had consumed a huge amount of his cellular energy, and now he desperately needed a massive amount of high-density calories to fill the emptiness in his stomach.

The bald man was very perceptive and waved his right hand sharply towards the door.

Dozens of subordinates carried in more than a dozen huge, temperature-controlled refrigerated boxes. The boxes were opened, revealing high-grade exotic beast leg meat that had been vacuum-packed, its red and white flesh radiating pure blood energy.

Qin Meng never cared about pomp and circumstance. He grabbed a piece of raw meat weighing dozens of kilograms and took a bite.

His teeth are now as hard as diamonds. He chews and swallows meat and bones alike. His powerful digestive system secretes super-strong stomach acid in a second, breaking down the meat into pure energy.

He devoured all the remaining meat of a seventh-tier scaled ox in one go. The only sound in the hall was the eerie crunching of his chewing bones.

Halfway through the meal, it got dark.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun. The clouds above Jiangcheng were forcefully pushed aside by an invisible yet immense physical force. Outside the atmosphere, three bright fireballs were plummeting downwards at cosmic velocity.

Space-based kinetic weapon. The Rod of God.

Each high-density tungsten steel rod is ten meters long and weighs tens of tons. Without any chemical explosives, it can be destructive to the ground simply by relying on gravitational potential energy.

The Zhao family in the provincial capital pressed the launch button. The coordinates were locked onto the Zhao family mansion in the center of Jiangcheng City. They were willing to abandon even their most core assets, wanting only for Qin Meng to be reduced to ashes.

The piercing air raid sirens wailed wildly in every corner of the city.

The more than three thousand people kneeling in the square raised their heads, their faces ashen. The sky had fallen.

"Master Qin, the sky..." The bald man lay sprawled on the ground, pointing to the sky.

Qin Meng swallowed the last bone. He stood up, ripped off the curtain that was in the way of his waist, and casually pulled a pair of relatively loose special operations trousers from a nearby corpse onto his back.

"What's the rush?"

He strode out of the building. His 612 points of physical strength were fully activated.

The surface temperature of his body soared rapidly, distorting the surrounding air with intense heat. Qin Meng's legs bent slightly. The marble floor beneath his feet, unable to withstand the terrifying force, cracked radially like a spiderweb. The cracks stretched hundreds of meters to the end of the street.

He had no intention of hiding. Jiangcheng was now his breeding ground; if those tungsten steel rods really came crashing down, who would reimburse him for the high-level alien beast meat?

Take off.

A physics-defying explosion. The ten square meters of ground where Qin Meng stood instantly turned to dust.

He was like a dark gold nuclear bomb launched in reverse, leaving a blinding vacuum contrail as he soared into the sky to meet the three falling fireballs.

Gravity was rendered useless before him. The sound barrier was broken one after another with brutal force.

Five times the speed of sound. Ten times the speed of sound. Twenty times the speed of sound.

The fierce winds high in the sky stung his face, sharper than a Gauss laser blade. Qin Meng didn't even blink.

The first staff of God, burning with destructive heat, crashed down.

Qin Meng pulled back with his right hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

Flesh and blood clashed with space-based weapons.

At the stroke of lightning, a visible physical fracture occurred in the air above Jiangcheng. High-pressure gas surged in all directions, flattening the lightning rods of dozens of surrounding skyscrapers.

A piercing metallic wail echoed through the sky.

The indestructible tungsten carbide alloy rod was struck at its end from directly below by Qin Meng's punch.

The enormous kinetic energy collided head-on. Starting from the point of impact, the tungsten steel rod shattered, twisted, and deformed inch by inch upwards, eventually exploding into a cloud of flying metal jets in mid-air.

His battle-hardened body was operating at full capacity. The reaction force was forcibly converted into bio-electrical energy. The Dao patterns on Qin Meng's body surface shone brightly.

Using the rebound force of his first strike, he forcefully turned back in mid-air, kicking the air with both legs as he charged toward the second and third strikes.

Two consecutive knee strikes that defied common sense.

The remaining two Staffs of God didn't even touch the dust of the ground before being kicked into flat, scrap metal at an altitude of ten thousand meters. The shattered alloy fragments scattered like a meteor shower on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

The crisis is over.

Qin Meng fell freely from the sky, crashing heavily into the plaza in front of the Zhao Family Mansion. The impact created a crater ten meters deep in the hard ground.

The smoke and dust cleared. He brushed the dirt off his shoulders and stepped out of the pit. Not a single scratch, not even the thickness of a hair, remained on his entire body.

The more than three thousand people in the square, including Jiang Nuonuo, were collectively petrified. The human brain was no longer able to process the scene before them.

Tearing apart space-based weapons with bare hands. This is something carbon-based life forms are simply incapable of doing.