While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

The torrential rain showed no signs of stopping.

"You little bastard, you're unlucky to have run into me today!"

The burly man with the scarred face had already walked up to Lin Feng, casually wiping the rain from his face and bald head, his gaze cold and sinister.

"Remember to be born into a better family in your next life!"

Scarface sneered and grabbed Lin Feng's collar.

"So these are the people I risked my life to protect... Heh..."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips as he murmured in a dry voice.

"Are you laughing at your mother? Go to hell!"

As Scarface spoke, he thrust the blade in his other hand toward Lin Feng's heart without hesitation.

In his eyes, Lin Feng's life was worth less than a dog belonging to the Su family.

Even if a homeless man who makes a living by scavenging for garbage dies, no one will care.

Moreover, the Su family would cover for him if anything happened, so Scarface didn't care about taking another life.

"No! I'll agree to anything you ask, just let him go..."

At this moment, Meng Qingyao, standing in front of the bread cart, burst into tears. Her fate was already sealed and could not be changed, and she did not want to cause the deaths of innocent people because of herself.

"Heh heh, now you know you regret it? Too late!"

The scarred, burly man grinned maliciously and continued stabbing with the knife that had paused because of Meng Qingyao.

"Waaaah, I'm so sorry..."

Meng Qingyao burst into tears, covering her eyes and unable to bear watching what was about to happen. The "I'm sorry" was what she said to Lin Feng. In her mind, this frail homeless man was doomed to die.

But the next moment, several exclamations came from beside me, followed by a muffled thud, and then a mournful wail echoing through the rainy night.

Meng Qingyao was stunned for a moment, a sense of confusion rising in her heart.

Judging from the sound, the scream seemed to come from the bald, scarred man.

Almost instinctively, Meng Qingyao let go of her hand, and then she saw a scene that surprised her.

The scarred, burly man had somehow flown five or six meters away, clutching his chest and rolling around in agony. The knife, wrapped in a towel, had fallen to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Feng was hunched over, coughing violently, and only managed to stay upright by leaning against the trash can.

His body was already exhausted, and forcing himself to exert himself accelerated the healing of his injuries. The excruciating pain inside his body and the burning sensation in his lungs when he breathed caused his vision to blur and he was on the verge of fainting.

Two years ago, such a desperate criminal would have been nothing more than a flick of his finger.

Things are not what they used to be...

Lin Feng gasped for breath and sighed inwardly.

A tiger fallen into the plains, nothing could be more tragic than this.

The scarred man on the ground had recovered from his screams and was filled with unprecedented rage. Being kicked five or six meters away by a homeless man was an unprecedented humiliation.

Especially when he was being watched by his subordinates.

"What the hell are you showing me? Go get him, kill him!"

The scarred, burly man tried to stand up, but the excruciating pain prevented him from doing so after several attempts. Enraged, he could only yell and curse at his men.

"Damn, they dare hit Scarface? Attack!"

"Kill him!"

The thugs finally snapped out of their shock and, without hesitation, swarmed forward.

At this moment, Lin Feng's body had reached its limit, and his blurred vision made him unsteady on his feet.

Faced with the brutal beating from these people, he had no power to fight back. As the punches and kicks landed on Lin Feng, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

During the beating, someone accidentally tore Lin Feng's tattered clothes.

"Yeah, strip him naked! Damn it, he dares to go against us! Beat him to death and feed him to the dogs..."

A thug roared fiercely, but before he could finish his sentence, he screamed and squatted down on the ground as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Holy crap!

Almost simultaneously, the other thugs also exclaimed in surprise, their faces showing fear, and they staggered and fell to the ground in fright.

"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash, what could scare them like that? Are they seeing ghosts or something...?"

The scarred-faced burly man had recovered considerably by now. Seeing his subordinate's cowardly state, he was furious and couldn't help but curse aloud. At the same time, his gaze turned towards Lin Feng.

Upon seeing this, even the scarred, burly man, a desperate outlaw, couldn't help but gasp, staggering back a few steps in terror before collapsing to the ground once more.

Because Lin Feng's exposed upper body was covered with countless knife scars, bullet holes, and other hideous scars, all densely intertwined, making it an extremely shocking sight!

"Scar...Scar Bro, what's this kid's background?"

"Yes...yes, it's probably not simple!"

The thugs, slumped on the ground, all stared at the scarred-faced strongman, their words already stammering.

The scarred, burly man's face showed surprise and uncertainty, and a chill ran down his spine!

He wasn't stupid. For people like him who were involved in the underworld, knife wounds weren't too rare. But so many knife wounds, like writhing dragons, concentrated on one person, meant something was wrong.

As a fugitive, he had been in the underworld for many years and had been slashed in the face. It was the scar on his face that gave him his current status.

But compared to the man in front of him, his scar was nothing.

What terrified the scarred man most were the bullet holes and the numerous knife wounds that covered the area. There were more than a dozen of them at a glance.

What exactly did this guy go through in the past?

The scarred-faced burly man was filled with fear, not to mention that besides these wounds, there were other injuries that he couldn't even identify what had caused them...

If it were a normal person, they would have died dozens or hundreds of times over with injuries like that. How could this guy possibly still be alive?

"Scar...Scar Bro, what do we do?"

One of the thugs looked at the scarred, burly man and asked, still somewhat shaken.

"What? What to do? No matter what kind of background this guy has, he's a cripple now. What's there to be afraid of? Just stab him with a knife. Even if he's the King of Heaven, he'll still be a dead man."

Upon hearing the question, the scarred, burly man gritted his teeth, his face hardening, and finally made his decision.

But as soon as he finished speaking, none of the thugs dared to step forward, clearly terrified.

"If we don't kill this kid, we'll be in endless trouble later, and we won't be able to explain it to Young Master Su!"

The scarred, burly man, exasperated, picked up his knife from the ground with a grim expression and cursed, "A bunch of cowards, I have to do it myself."

After saying that, the scarred, burly man walked up to Lin Feng with a razor blade and slashed at him squarely.

At this moment, Lin Feng's consciousness was already blurred, and his vision was turning black intermittently. However, upon hearing the sound of something cutting through the air behind him, his instinctive reaction, honed through life and death on the battlefield, still made him subconsciously bend down slightly.

As he bent down, the blade that was originally aimed at Lin Feng's neck ended up striking Lin Feng's forehead instead.

A cold, numb, tearing, and stinging sensation!

Warm blood streamed down Lin Feng's cheeks, mingling with the rain and flowing into his eyes and mouth...

"Blood……"

"kill……"

"The fierce dragon guards the borders; any invaders will be annihilated..."

Lin Feng's body suddenly tensed up, as if he were possessed, and he unconsciously murmured softly.

The lingering stench of blood in his nasal cavity and on his tongue was like a key, unlocking the door that had been suppressed deep within Lin Feng's heart for two years. What was sealed inside was all the carnage accumulated from the battle two years ago.

At this moment, the long-buried killings were awakened, overwhelming the pain throughout his body...

"Kill your mother..."

The scarred burly man cursed angrily and swung his knife again, but when he met Lin Feng's eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his back was uncontrollably cold.

That's not the look a human should have—scarlet, cold, murderous…

Only a god of war who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood would have such a gaze...

The scarred man was suddenly terrified. He felt as if he were facing a living death god. In his fear, he dropped his knife and turned to run, but before he could turn around, a hand like an iron clamp appeared in his neck.

A tremendous force struck, and the hand lifted him up forcefully.

Click!

Amidst the intense feeling of suffocation, the burly man with the scar heard a slight cracking sound.

That was the sound of his throat breaking...