Volume 1, Chapter 3: Slaughtering the Scum!

"I'm done playing, you guys go next!"

Zhang Heng licked his lips, his face flushed with frantic excitement. Upon hearing this, the two burly men licked their lips as well, eager to take their turn.

Just as Zhang Heng reached out to grab Su Yingying’s chest!

"BOOM!"

The door to the private room exploded inward!

Everyone was startled. A dark figure stood in the doorway, looking like a demon crawling up from the underworld, his very shadow radiating a chilling aura. Everyone turned around instinctively.

"Damn it, which blind bastard is interrupting my fun!" Zhang Heng cursed.

On the sofa, when Li Ya saw the figure walk in and recognized the familiar face, her expression turned to one of sheer, ghostly terror!

"Su Ming!!!"

As she shrieked, Zhang Heng stopped in his tracks. He turned around abruptly to see Su Ming walking in with a look of icy malice.

"Oh, look at this—the ex-convict and the cuckold has finally crawled out!"

"Haha, you poor wretch. Did you hear the news inside? Your woman climbed into my bed only three days after you went in!"

"I never expected a loser like you to get out early!" Zhang Heng crossed his arms and mocked him with keen interest.

Su Ming said nothing. His gaze had already locked onto Yingying on the floor. In that moment, his eyes turned blood-red with fury, and a monstrous rage surged toward his brain. If he didn't vent it, he felt as if his body would burn to ash.

"Brother... is it you, Brother? Save me, please save me..."

When Yingying heard Su Ming's name, she jolted from her despair and struggled to open her eyes. Seeing Su Ming before her, a faint smile finally touched her lips—a smile that made one’s heart ache.

"Haha, Su Ming, did the cat get your tongue?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Look at your precious sister—is your heart breaking? Don't worry, I'll finish taking her right in front of you!"

"Boys, go get him! Pin him down and pry his eyes open; the show is about to start, and he, as the brother, shouldn't miss a second of it!"

A wicked plan formed in Zhang Heng's mind, and he screamed like a madman. At his command, four or five burly men rolled up their sleeves and marched menacingly toward Su Ming!

"Heh." Su Ming sneered, a breath of cold air escaping his lips. It was visible to the naked eye—a laugh like that of the Grim Reaper.

The moment he looked up, the chilling intensity in his eyes terrified the men so much that they didn't dare approach! But Su Ming moved, lightning-fast, darting out like a thunderbolt.

"All of you, die!"

Su Ming roared like rolling thunder. Like a tiger descending from the mountains, he swung a fist, and the two men in front were sent flying!

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crack!"

The sounds of impact and breaking bones echoed simultaneously. Blood sprayed into the air! The remaining two men stood frozen, paralyzed with fear.

In the next second, Su Ming executed a sudden spinning kick. Both men’s noses were shattered instantly; their bodies spun twice in mid-air before collapsing, their fates unknown!

It all happened in the blink of an eye. In just a few seconds, four of the five men were down, and the last one was kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Su Ming turned silently, moving like a ghost, and arrived in front of the stunned Zhang Heng in an instant. Zhang Heng recoiled, but Su Ming leaned in until their faces were almost touching. A plume of freezing air puffed from Su Ming’s mouth onto the man’s face.

"Touch my sister, and I will slaughter your entire family!"

"Now, starting with you, I will make you regret ever being born!"

As Su Ming delivered his judgment, Zhang Heng collapsed onto the floor, his body soaked in cold sweat, completely crushed by Su Ming’s aura.

"CRACK!"

Su Ming stepped down, shattering the man's leg bone. Zhang Heng rolled his eyes in agony, letting out a scream like a dying pig.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts so much! Help, save—"

Before he could finish, Su Ming’s heavy boot slammed down onto his mouth. Once, twice, three times. Zhang Heng stopped moving; his skull was crushed, and blood pooled on the floor. Even though he was dead, Su Ming did not stop, methodically breaking every bone in his body.

"Ah! Murder! He’s killing people!"

Li Ya finally snapped out of her trance and scrambled to run, but Su Ming’s gaze flickered. He lunged, grabbed a coffee table, and swung it.

"BOOM!"

"CRACK!"

Glass shattered and the table splintered, slamming Li Ya to the ground. She spat blood, her face twisted in terror as her body began to convulse. Su Ming walked over, leaned down, and grabbed her by the hair.

"Su Ming... I—I was wrong. I still love you! It was Zhang Heng who threatened me into testifying against you; I didn't dare defy him..."

"Don't kill me, please, I beg you!"

"Yingying, think of the time I was your sister-in-law..."

Su Ming gave her no chance to plead. He shoved her head toward the floor. On the spot, she was dead.

The last remaining thug had lost his mind, staring blankly and howling in madness. Su Ming ignored him, walked over, took off his coat to cover Su Yingying, and scooped her up.

"Sister, don't be afraid. Brother... is taking you home." As he spoke, tears welled in his eyes.

Su Yingying sobbed uncontrollably. "Brother, you jerk, why did you only come back now? Mom and Dad... wuwuwu!" Her fists beat weakly against Su Ming's chest.

Su Ming took a deep breath, looked up, and carried his sister out!

...

That night. In the suburbs of Longzhou, in front of a new tombstone in a potter's field.

Su Ming knelt on the ground, burning paper offerings. The names of his foster parents were carved onto the stone. He never imagined that while he was in prison, they would meet such a fate.

"Dad, Mom, even though we weren't blood-related!"

"You raised me, and that grace is thicker than blood. I will take care of Yingying, so please rest in peace!"

Su Ming kowtowed to the tombstone. With every bow, he could almost hear his stepmother’s care and his stepfather’s stern voice. They had truly treated him like their own son!

Their deaths were not simple. They had been thrown from the roof of a construction site! Although the authorities had closed the case, according to Yingying, it was all over their old house and the demolition project. A group of people had targeted them, trying to force them to sign over the property. His parents didn't care about the house; they were only worried that if the old home were gone, Su Ming wouldn't have a place to come back to!

Su Ming raised his head, his eyes flashing blood-red. His ears twitched; he heard footsteps behind him.

"Brother Wolf, that’s him, the bastard is back!"

A chorus of angry shouts erupted. Su Ming turned sharply to see a group of thugs approaching, brandishing machetes! The leader was a burly man with a tattoo of a bloody wave on his chest, radiating a thuggish aura that would terrify any ordinary person.

"So you're Su Ming, the wild son of those two old ghosts?"

"Now that they're dead, I figured I'd find you. I heard you just got out of the slammer—tell me, who was looking after you in there?" The man called Brother Wolf picked his nose with a look of utter disdain.

Behind him stood thirty or so thugs, all covered in tattoos, reeking of brutality. One of them even walked up to the grave, unzipped his pants, and began to urinate while whistling tauntingly.

Seeing this, Su Ming’s brow furrowed, and a chilling, lethal aura surged forth.