In the next few days, cases were rampant in various cities of Great Xia.
In a luxurious room of a certain bar, several mutilated corpses lay on the ground, with the air filled with the smell of blood.
A young man with full white hair stood in the center, his face twisted with rage.
In a corner, a pale-faced rich second generation trembled, screaming incoherently.
"Ah! Who are you? Don't... don't do anything... my father... my father is a Third Grade Martial Artist..."
Upon hearing this, the white-haired young man laughed maniacally.
"Hahahaha... Li Hong... Even you, this beast, have a day like this! Who I am, you actually don't remember me? Let me help you with that."
Saying this, he stepped forward and started to brutally torture this beast who destroyed his family.
In an instant, screams echoed through the whole room.
"Ahhh... no... ahhh... my father... don't... spare me..."
