Treating Human Lives Like Grass

Having finally finished shopping, Lin Feng headed home happily.

Just as he reached the foot of his building, his heart suddenly jolted.

When he reached the third floor and saw the shattered front door, Lin Feng was startled. Had a thief broken in?

Although there was nothing valuable at home, Lin Feng still cared deeply about the home he had lived in for over a decade.

As soon as he entered, the first thing he saw was the mess inside.

When he spotted the broken photograph in the corner, intense killing intent erupted from him.

This was the only photograph of Lin Feng and his father together, and Lin Feng treasured it.

But now someone had actually damaged it like this. Lin Feng's killing intent grew stronger and stronger.

"Who the hell is courting death?" Lin Feng racked his brains furiously.

Walking inside, Lin Feng carefully removed the broken glass from the frame, then gingerly put it into his spatial ring for safekeeping.

Although only the frame was broken and the photograph itself was unharmed, Lin Feng wanted to kill someone now.

If it had merely been a thief vandalizing the place, Lin Feng would at most have taught them a lesson.

But this was clearly an act of revenge, and it had damaged what Lin Feng treasured most. It had already touched his reverse scale.

Whoever it was, as far as Lin Feng was concerned, he was already a dead man.

Just then, Lin Feng suddenly remembered that there should be surveillance cameras at the entrance to the residential complex.

To find out who it was, he only needed to check the footage.

Reining in his killing intent, Lin Feng forcibly suppressed his urge to kill and went to the security office at the entrance.

"Hello, I own a home in this complex. A thief just broke into my place, and I'd like to check the surveillance footage." Lin Feng tried hard to sound a little more amiable. He did not want to lay hands on ordinary people.

"Check the footage? You think you can just watch it whenever you like?" Seeing that Lin Feng looked like a teacher, the security guard's eyes shifted, and he deliberately made things difficult.

"Then may I ask what I need to do to see it?" Lin Feng struggled to control his killing intent.

"What, you look pretty pissed off. Trying to make trouble for us?"

"Boys, get out here! Someone's making trouble!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of security guards came out of the booth and surrounded Lin Feng.

"Well, punk? Still want to see the footage? Crawl through here, and I'll let you watch it." The lead guard laughed arrogantly.

"I just want to see some footage. Why the fuck do you lot have so much to say?"

Lin Feng finally stopped holding himself back. Intense killing intent poured from him, bearing down on the guards like a force blotting out the sky and blanketing the earth.

Thud, thud, thud.

Lin Feng's shoes struck the ground with crisp sounds.

He walked up to the lead guard step by step, then suddenly lashed out with a kick.

How could a guard who was merely in the Body Tempering Realm withstand Lin Feng's attack? He was sent flying.

Seeing the blood continuously spilling from the mouth of the guard embedded in the wall, the other guards instantly wet their trousers.

This was an old residential complex, and practically no martial artists lived here.

They merely relied on their Body Refinement Stage cultivation to bully ordinary people. How could they have expected to kick an iron plate like Lin Feng?

Moreover, they had never even left the city. Under the pressure of the killing intent Lin Feng had accumulated by slaying large numbers of mutant beasts and powerful opponents, they immediately lost control of themselves, their bodies no longer obeying them.

"Can I see the footage now?" Lin Feng spread his lips, revealing his white teeth.

But in the guards' eyes, this was a demon's smile. One guard was so frightened by Lin Feng that he fainted on the spot.

In truth, Lin Feng had not intended to bother with these ordinary people, but even a Buddha had a temper, and Lin Feng's temper had never been good to begin with.

It was already more than enough that he had spoken to them pleasantly, yet these guards had actually dared to take a mile when given an inch.

Hadn't some martial artists treated these ordinary people's lives like grass?

It was already commendable that Lin Feng had not lost sight of his true self after gaining great power.

At that thought, Lin Feng understood too: some people were simply despicable by nature. A beating would straighten them out.