Chapter 027: Envy, Jealousy, and Resentment

The middle-aged man growled, swinging his sharp hands at Tang Mubai in attack.

"So just because you saw me, you have to die?"

Tang Mubai feigned terror, retreating as he shouted in anger, "Who gave you the right to decide life and death?"

"Because I’m stronger than you!" The middle-aged man sneered viciously. "Kid, blame yourself for hearing something you shouldn't have!"

"Sound? What sound?" Tang Mubai pretended not to understand. "I didn’t hear anything just now!"

"Too late. Whether you heard it or not, it’s already too late." The man pressed forward relentlessly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A mighty wind swept through, raging across the scene. The cargo boxes piled along the corridor were slashed open one after another by his sharp hands, spilling their contents all over the floor.

One of the items struck the stunned young man surnamed Feng, jolting him awake with pain. He screamed and crawled frantically on the ground.

"Murder! Murder! Somebody help, someone’s trying to kill!"

Feng shouted as he scrambled to his feet, running toward the warehouse entrance in panic.

"Damn!" The middle-aged man attacking Tang Mubai saw this, his eyes flashing coldly as he cursed, "Kid, just wait. I’ll spare you today, but next time, your whole family will die with you!"

With that, he leapt and dashed deeper into the warehouse.

But—

Whoosh!

A sudden surge of wind swept out. Tang Mubai’s figure flickered, chasing after the middle-aged man and striking him with a powerful punch to the back.

A choking sound escaped the man's lips as he spat blood, his body pitching forward and sliding seven or eight meters across the floor before coming to a halt.

By then, he was no longer able to move. His face was pale, eyes bulging, mouth gaping, unable to make a sound. His body twitched a few times, legs stretched out, and he died on the spot.

A shattered heart—no matter if he was a half-beast, death was inevitable!

Indeed, Tang Mubai had noticed the man’s heartbeat was different from ordinary people—too healthy, eerily similar to the young man with the crew cut whom Tang Mubai had knocked unconscious yesterday at the Miracle Restaurant.

This meant the middle-aged man was likely also a half-beast!

Tang Mubai had sensed someone in the warehouse the moment he stepped in, but he kept quiet to avoid trouble, just as the young man Feng pretended not to hear anything when he heard the strange noises.

Even when the middle-aged man sensed something was wrong and tried to attack Tang Mubai from behind, he still sought to cover it up.

But!

Tang Mubai kept retreating, backed into a corner, yet the man still refused to let him go!

Not only him, but even his family was threatened with death!

Such madness, disregard for human life—Tang Mubai was finally enraged.

With a strength of 10, bolstered by the Tiger Roar Fist, his punch shattered the man's heart!

[Detected leaking vitality. Would you like to collect?]

"Yes!"

[+169 Vitality]

The system prompt confirmed the man's identity—he was indeed a half-beast.

Unfortunately, he didn’t even get a chance to transform before dying completely.

Tang Mubai was unperturbed by the killing.

Calmly, he took out a vial of "Corpse Dissolving Liquid" from his pocket and poured it onto the corpse. This was the remainder from what Xu Dalu had used previously, which Tang Mubai had kept in a small medicine bottle his cousin had finished during her recent cold, carrying it with him for emergencies—perfect for destroying evidence.

He hadn’t expected to use it so soon.

There were bases for surveillance cameras in the warehouse, but none had been installed, seemingly intentionally removed.

This conveniently aided Tang Mubai’s actions.

The corpse dissolved visibly into a puddle.

That was easy enough to handle—he grabbed a few cardboard boxes, stacked them atop the puddle, letting the cardboard absorb the liquid.

Once everything was settled, the crowd—drawn by Feng’s screams—finally rushed in, their footsteps echoing in chaos.

"Where is he? Where’s the killer?"

"Who dares commit murder in our slaughterhouse—asking for death!"

"Hey, kid, where’s that powerful martial artist? Where did he go?"

Security guards, workers, supervisors—a group stormed into the warehouse, shouting loudly, unconcerned, not seeing the middle-aged man, questioning Tang Mubai casually.

"He ran off," Tang Mubai scratched his head, pointing at Feng, explaining, "When Brother Feng ran out screaming, he escaped too."

"What, escaped?" The security captain’s face darkened, cursing, "How did you let him get away? Aren’t you trained in martial arts? Why didn’t you stop him?"

"Uh, I only learned some light-footed techniques for dodging, not enough to be confident. Even though I’m a professional martial artist, so is he—and he’s much stronger than me."

The captain was speechless, waving his hand, "Forget it. Since he’s gone, everyone disperse. Security team, stay and search the warehouse for any clues."

"Yes!"

The security guards answered in unison, scattering to search.

"I didn’t expect him to run—I wanted to show off some skills for you all," one said.

"Hmph, you? Last time, who lost and refused to admit it?" another retorted.

"You two, enough. If we find the killer, you can brag all you want."

They laughed as they moved off, the others also dispersing.

"Xiaobai, how did you let him escape?" Feng, who remained, complained.

"You ran, why wouldn’t he?" Tang Mubai shot him a look and headed for the exit.

"Wait," the security captain suddenly called, "You—yes, you. Come with me to the office."

He pointed at Tang Mubai, signaling him to follow.

"Ah? Sure." Tang Mubai, puzzled, hurried after him.

Feng watched with envy, his eyes filled with jealousy.

Tang Mubai being summoned—almost certainly meant a promotion!

Feng had never expected Tang Mubai to be a professional martial artist.

Even with only a little light-footed skill, a professional was far superior to any amateur.

Now, Tang Mubai was being sent to the office, surely to meet the boss.

And the boss was known for favoring professional martial artists.

Tang Mubai’s days as a mere loader were over.

Starting tomorrow, there might be a new manager at the slaughterhouse.

Better pay, higher status.

How could Feng, who had worked at Hongyun Slaughterhouse for nearly a year, not be envious, not be jealous?

And he was right.

Following the security captain to the office, Tang Mubai met the boss of Hongyun Slaughterhouse, a refined middle-aged man.

His name was Xie Hongyun.

Seeing Tang Mubai enter, he sighed in admiration, "A hero emerges from youth! Since you are a professional martial artist, working as a loader is a waste of talent. Starting tomorrow, report to the logistics department!"