The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

Just as the pale-faced man was about to press his advantage and kill his opponent, the shattered colorless barrier fragments in front of him suddenly began to flutter, each pointing a sharp corner at him.

Looking up, I saw the man behind the shards casually raise his finger and slowly lower it.

Along with him came a barrage of sharp fragments that swarmed towards him.

The sudden attack forced the pale-faced man to dodge and defend himself in a sorry state. In the end, he still suffered many cuts and scratches on his body and face. His eyes were sinister as he stared at the man who was slowly walking towards him.

He chuckled coldly, wiping the blood from his face, his gaze sinister.

The man had an extremely handsome face, like a demon coming under the moon to claim lives, aloof, noble, and immaculate, yet also cold and ruthless.

Suddenly realizing that men were far more powerful than he had imagined, the pale-faced man's blood boiled again, his bloodthirsty fighting spirit burning, eager to conquer his opponent.

The pale-faced man's pupils suddenly turned red, his aura changed drastically, and his strength increased. He clenched his fists, twisted his neck, and walked towards Sang Wang step by step.

"Hahaha... Interesting, this is interesting." The pale-faced man laughed maniacally and launched a full-scale attack on Sang Wang.

Sang Wang glanced at him coldly, easily blocked the opponent's attack, kicked him away, and gracefully withdrew his foot.

The pale-faced man grew more and more courageous in the fight, still laughing even as Sang Wang pressed him to the ground and rubbed him against the wall; his laughter was eerie and perverse.

Sang Wang, who was casually beating up the pervert, suddenly felt his aura drop to an extreme cold after the other party accidentally touched a corner of his clothes.

Glancing at the corner of his clothes that had been touched, Sang Wang frowned deeply, his eyes filled with disgust and malice as if he had been touched by something dirty.

The look in her eyes as she looked at the pale-faced man changed from casual to murderous.

His crimson lips curled up in a half-smile, a prelude to his anger.

He got touched by someone else, he's dirty, and the girl won't want him anymore.

Thinking of this, Sang Wang's killing intent intensified, and his aura spread outwards like a tidal wave, innocently affecting Lin Sen, who had just defeated two alien species.

She knelt down with a "thud," her pupils trembling as she looked at the young master radiating a powerful aura of menace in front of her.

Damn it, after seeing so many obedient and meek young masters in front of Miss Yu, he almost forgot about the sinister and tyrannical young master he once knew.

The pale-faced man was so overwhelmed by the sudden aura that he almost lost his footing. He barely managed to stay upright, gritting his teeth as he glared at the approaching man, his eyes bloodshot.

The person who had been strolling by suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

The pale-faced man, struggling to breathe, was held aloft, glancing sideways at the cold, bloodthirsty Sang Wang, his blood-red pupils trembling.

Sang Wang looked up at the pale-faced man he had lifted up, who was powerless to fight back. His lips, as red as rose petals, curled slightly as he slowly uttered, "Trash should stay obediently in the garbage dump."

The pale-faced man glared at Sang Wang with bloodshot eyes, but he was powerless to resist.

Sang Wang smiled, raised his hand, and slammed the person he was holding hard into the ground, burying the person's entire head into the ground.

The pale-faced man was knocked unconscious. Before he could fully regain his senses, his head was grabbed by the hair and lifted up.

The next second, his forehead was slammed into a crater again, one blow after another.

Sang Wang grabbed the pale-faced man's skull and slammed it to the ground while casually speaking.

"Why did you climb out of the garbage dump?"

"What should I do if you get me dirty and your little one gets angry? I'm really angry."

Lin Sen, still kneeling in the distance, watched Sang Wang strike repeatedly like a blacksmith, then glanced at the pale-faced man in a pitiful state, a hint of pity in his eyes.

By the time Sang Wang calmly finished, the arrogant pale-faced man had been buried underground by this bastard, who couldn't be pulled out no matter what.

With the oppressive aura lessened, Lin Sen shakily rose and approached Sang Wang, respectfully offering him a handkerchief.

With an elegant and languid air, Sang Wang removed her blood-stained gloves and casually wiped her fair and clean fingers with the handkerchief Lin Sen handed her.

Thick, dark eyelashes drooped slightly, and dark pupils were obscure and unfathomable. His expressionless face revealed no emotion.

"Young Master, what should we do with that?" Lin Sen looked at the child who had been standing quietly in the distance the whole time, his eyes filled with a hint of reluctance.

Sang Wang casually tossed aside the handkerchief in his hand, glanced at it indifferently, and coldly said, "Kill him."

Although Lin Sen couldn't bring himself to do it, he knew that ending their lives would be the true relief for them.

Or perhaps they were already dead, leaving behind nothing more than a shell that was neither human nor beast.

These children, referred to as "stalking dogs" by the madmen, are substandard products created by piecing together children with no potential with wild animals using inhuman techniques.

Lin Sen looked at the quiet little figure, his gaze falling on the head of the boy, and narrowed his eyes.

Unsurprisingly, behind the iron cage was a dog's head.

Just as Lin Sen was about to go and deal with the tracking dog, a loud bang suddenly came from the ground, and a crater was blown out of the ground.

Looking up, the pale-faced man who had been smashed into the ground by Sang Wang and the tracking dog were nowhere to be seen.

Lin Sen stiffly turned around to look at Sang Wang, who was looking back with a cold and silent gaze. "Young Master, they've escaped."

Sang Wang stared coldly at the bloody crater on the ground, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "He's already smashed the bones, and he's still running away?"

"They must have quite a few bases," Sang Wang suddenly said, seemingly out of the blue.

The quick-witted Lin Sen immediately understood and took out his phone to start gathering his men.

Then, within just a few days, a certain experimental base was repeatedly provoked, and more than ten large and small bases were destroyed.

The killer was extremely brazen.

The person in charge, who was already overwhelmed with work due to the attack a few days ago, fainted from anger when he heard that several more hideouts had been raided.

"Is this witch trying to declare war on us? So arrogant, does she really think we're afraid of her?" The person in charge slammed his fist on the table in anger, his beard trembling with rage.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a blood-soaked figure scrambled in through the window, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

The person in charge gasped, peeked inside, and saw it was the pale-faced man. His face was full of surprise. "Who injured you like this?"

The pale-faced man was one of the top mutants in the base, known for his ruthless and vicious methods. He had never seen him so disheveled before.

"Hmph, so it's that arrogant and presumptuous person you mentioned." The pale-faced man spat out a mouthful of blood, sneered sinisterly, and his face became even paler and more eerie.

"A witch? You found her?" the person in charge exclaimed in surprise.

"Witch my ass, that's a man, garbage news." He couldn't help but complain when he talked about the pale-faced man, and his broken bones started to ache again from anger.

Besides being incredibly powerful, not a single piece of information they have is accurate.

If he hadn't unexpectedly obtained a magical artifact for escaping, he probably would have been doomed there today.

"The witch is a man?" The person in charge was so shocked that his beard was trembling, and his voice was shaky, as if his worldview had collapsed.