[A ruthless man reborn, never leaving a murder until tomorrow. Touch my woman, and I’ll wipe out your whole family.]
He opens his eyes to find three dead women beside him and more than twenty armed men outside, all calling for his death.
Chen Zheng feels the ancestral jade pendant in his arms. They want to kill him and silence him, do they?
He was an elite special forces soldier, a veteran of 17 overseas missions who personally took down 21 people.
A PhD in agriculture, he knows 268 kinds of plant toxins and can make a murder look like “heart disease” to the coroner.
He farms in his pocket dimension with one hand and kills without a trace with the other.
Kill one person, and the dimension unlocks a dissolving pool. Toss in the body, and it turns to water in twenty minutes, without a bone fragment left behind.
Kill five, and the dimension lets him grow poisonous herbs: one drop of blood is enough to kill, and even the coroner won’t find a thing.
Kill ten, and the dimension can move: after a murder, he vanishes on the spot. Who could find him?
Sun Dog brings men to hunt him down? He sinks them into a swamp, where neither the living nor the dead can be found.
Wang Laosi tries to steal Lin Xiu? He wipes out the father and both sons, then dissolves them in the dimension.
Sun Qiang blocks his door? He breaks three of his fingers. Come back, and his whole family will die of gas poisoning.
Sun Guangcai wants revenge? He makes him sign a written agreement and deliver three hundred jin of grain to his door. His son is scared witless and never dares come near again.
Others envy his profits? He sells wild vegetables for eighty cents a jin, and the copycats watch theirs rot in the fields.
Others try to take his woman? He breaks their legs and crushes their hands. The whole village watches, and no one dares say a word.
Someone wants to report him? Those people “accidentally” die on their own heated kang beds, and the coroner rules it heart disease.
Three years later, the grass on his old enemies’ graves is three meters tall.
With four women at his side, he stands atop the tallest building in the county town, counting money.
Someone asks how much blood is on his hands. He smiles:
“Take a guess.”
