Wang Cheng looked viciously at each person mocking him, his fists clenched tightly.
He was just a small-time hoodlum, not a good person; almost no one in the village associated with him.
When disaster struck, he narrowly escaped the flood and survived. Later, when chaos erupted and the world turned topsy-turvy, it brought him an opportunity. Because of his ruthlessness, he drove away batch after batch of people trying to steal their food, making him an influential figure in the village, even more so than the village chief.
Fortunately, he was a filial son, treating his parents and other family members well. His parents always restrained him, so he hadn't lost all his humanity. Otherwise, in such a chaotic and inhumane environment, he would have lost himself long ago, becoming a madman.
At this moment, veins bulged on his face, and his teeth were gritting audibly, clearly on the verge of erupting.
"You all... you all..."
