In this world, there are only two kinds of people: butchers and livestock.
Xing Tian understood this the day he crawled out of the live-subject laboratory.
Someone trying to rob him? Kill them.
An enemy showing off with a beauty in his arms? Kill him.
Fifty people coming after him? Kill them all, then sit on the pile of corpses and eat.
Some said he was insane, and sooner or later he'd be slaughtered like livestock.
Wiping the blood from his blade, Xing Tian glanced at the people kneeling behind him.
“Who gets butchered is still up for debate.”
