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

The view extends far, spanning a vast land of four thousand kilometers.

Inside the highest Martial God Tower in the capital city, reaching straight into the clouds.

In the quiet room filled with the smoke of incense, a tall, imposing man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

The backlash from the forced tearing apart of the higher-dimensional mental connection surged through the quantum network, directly impacting his consciousness. A throbbing pain emanated from the depths of his brain.

"puff!"

Ji Wudao spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, staining the white jade table in front of him red.

His face was pale, and his originally unfathomable aura fluctuated violently, almost causing him to lose his floating posture.

"How dare you, you brat!"

A roar filled with rage and murderous intent shattered the special bulletproof glass on the top floor of the Martial God Tower.

A strong wind rushed in, ruffling his meticulously styled hair.

Ji Wudao clenched his fists tightly. He had not suffered such a humiliation in the twenty years since he had advanced to the extraordinary realm.

What alarmed him even more was that the other party was able to interfere with and tear apart the laws of higher dimensions simply by relying on the sheer mass of their physical body.

If this anomaly is not eliminated as soon as possible, it will surely overturn the existing supernatural system.

"Investigate! Find out everything about that oddball in Jiangcheng, even his ancestors for eighteen generations!" Ji Wudao gave the order to the void.

A storm that would sweep across the country was quietly brewing, centered in the capital. Meanwhile, Qin Meng, at the eye of the storm, was squatting outside the vault, pondering what to eat for his next meal.

Qin Meng turned and walked back to the ruins of the vault.

The Titan alloy door lay on the ground, with two clear handprints in the middle of the door panel.

Deep inside the vault, there was still a row of untouched freezers.

Qin Meng walked over and yanked the cabinet door open with one hand.

Inside were rows of sealed superalloy cylinders.

Remove the seal and unscrew the metal cap.

A strong smell of blood mingled with the emanating of extremely cold white vapor.

This is the strategic reserve that the four major families have kept hidden: the spinal fluid of the deep-sea tenth-order oarfish.

This extract is traded by the drop on the black market in Beijing, with a single unit price enough to buy half an administrative district of Jiangcheng.

Qin Meng picked up the cylinder and poured it into his mouth.

The viscous blue cerebrospinal fluid slid down the throat into the stomach.

The stomach wall undergoes abnormal peristalsis, secreting a high concentration of corrosive acid. High heat forms within the body.

The dark red Dao patterns on Qin Meng's body glowed faintly, greedily devouring this enormous energy.

The system panel data is fluctuating.

Violence value increased by 50,000, and physique increased by 5 points.

Qin Meng tossed the empty cylinder aside, grabbed the second bottle, and continued chugging.

After drinking thirty cups, he let out a burp with ice crystals in it.

The physique stat remains at 795 points.

There are still five points to go before reaching the 800-point mark.

The marginal effect began to appear; low-grade and ordinary tenth-tier materials could no longer meet the evolutionary needs of this specific soul.

He needs higher quality physical calories.

Stepping out of the cold storage.

Daylight broke. Sunlight shone on the scorched earth of the provincial capital's inner city.

A long convoy of heavy off-road vehicles rolled through the dilapidated streets and came to a stop at the edge of the square.

The car door opened. Jiang Nuonuo stepped out of the car in her high heels.

She changed into a black combat uniform and tied her hair into a neat ponytail.

Behind him followed Hu Biao and more than two thousand fully armed elite members of the Jiangcheng gang.

Upon seeing the scene before them, these people fell silent.

The inner city of the provincial capital, once hailed as an impregnable fortress, is gone.

The ground was riddled with deep pits and cracks, and the wreckage of the capital warship in mid-air was still emitting black smoke.

Jiang Nuonuo walked quickly to Qin Meng and bowed her head to report.

"Sir, all the manpower from Jiangcheng has been transferred here. Heavy engineering mechs are on standby outside the city."

Hu Biao handed over an oversized black training uniform.

Qin Meng took the clothes, put them on, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

"Plow through this wasteland." Qin Meng pointed to the rubble on the ground. "The four major families have been operating here for over a hundred years. There must be hidden bunkers and private vaults underground. Everything we dig out—a piece of ore, a drop of medicine—will be loaded onto trucks and transported back to Jiangcheng."

Hu Biao patted his chest and accepted the order, then ordered his men to start the engineering machinery.

The mechanical noise of excavators and hydraulic picks broke the morning's tranquility.

Qin Meng walked to a headless corpse. It was Gu Changfeng, the special executive officer of the capital.

The silver combat suit the man was wearing was made of a special material that withstood the high-pressure physical impact without breaking.

Qin Meng reached out and tore off his combat uniform, throwing it to Hu Biao.

"Take it back to the Jiangcheng laboratory for analysis. If we can replicate it, we'll mass-produce it."

Hu Biao caught it with both hands and put it into a sealed bag.

Jiang Nuonuo held the tablet and swiped the screen.

"Sir, there are still dozens of affiliated families and chambers of commerce outside the provincial capital. They didn't run away; they're all kneeling at the foot of the outer city wall, begging for forgiveness."

Qin Meng flexed his wrists. "Let's go take a look."

At the gap in the outer ring city wall.

Tens of thousands of members of the old regime in the provincial capital knelt on the ground. A dark mass of people.

No one dared to look up. No one dared to utter a sound.

Qin Meng walked to the front of the crowd.

The scraping sound of leather boots on gravel resonated with everyone.

"Who's in charge of the accounts?" Qin Meng asked.

An old man with white hair tumbled and crawled out of the crowd.

The old man slammed his head on the ground, leaving bloody marks.

"In reply to you, sir, I was originally the chief steward of the Li family's external affairs, in charge of the accounts and cash flow of the outer city."

Qin Meng looked at him.

"Three days. Exchange all assets on the outskirts of the provincial capital for meat, ore, and gene-enhancing drugs of level nine or higher. Send them to the air-raid shelter in the southern district of Jiangcheng."

The old man trembled all over and responded repeatedly.

"If you lose even a fraction of a centimeter, all of you tens of thousands of people will be buried under the city walls as fertilizer," Qin Meng stated, presenting a physical fact.

The old man collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked with urine.

The provincial capital's wealth is a gold mine, and Qin Meng wants to squeeze it dry completely.

After explaining these things, Qin Meng prepared to leave.

Jiang Nuonuo stepped forward. "Sir, aren't you taking the private jet back?"

Qin Meng looked up at the sky.

"Too slow, I'll run back."

The words fell.

Qin Meng bent his legs slightly, and his thigh muscles were extremely compressed.

The reaction force bursts forth.

Two pits, several meters deep, were trampled into the special asphalt on the ground.

Qin Meng leaped into the air, breaking the sound barrier and leaving a straight white line in the air, pointing directly towards Jiangcheng.

The blast wave overturned dozens of cars in the vicinity, and tens of thousands of people kneeling on the ground were blown about by the strong wind.

Jiang Nuonuo looked up at the white line. It was a purely violent god, and her morbid admiration for strength was satisfied to the fullest extent.