Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1087 - 435: Calming the People

Qiu Gongrong's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, his face showing a tangled mix of emotions.

He never anticipated things turning out like this; urgency seemed to press on every moment.

Despite surviving to this point, he remained without a true base of his own.

Glancing at the young Liang Yuan, who was roughly the same age as his own girl, envy stirred since the kid had already secured his domain.

"One wrong move, and it snowballs from there. I should have abandoned Lishui Garden sooner and claimed a mountain for myself."

Deep inside, Qiu Gongrong let out a heavy sigh while staring at the endless floodwaters, a profound sadness weighing on him.

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Three modest cargo vessels glided across the surface of the water.

Each one brimmed with passengers.

Folks chatted animatedly about their next destination, while others kept stealing looks at the central vessel.

Aboard that middle ship, the various captains assembled on the open deck.

Right then, silence hung over the captains, each lost in weighty deliberations.

It was obvious they harbored deep doubts about escaping the Floating Island.

They understood perfectly the dire conditions of the outer Flood World.

Venturing beyond the Floating Island meant no more Mist Forest greenery or crimson flesh to consume.

The real kicker was that their very survival still hinged on Liang Yuan's control.

Escape was simply impossible for them.

Hence, their futures loomed with grave concern.

"Boss Zhou, any clue on Mr. Liang's origins?"

"Boss Li, what's Mr. Liang's intended direction?"

Once one voice broke the quiet, more captains whispered their questions in turn.

Prior to encountering Liang Yuan, his history was a total blank to them.

They didn't even grasp his full name, merely echoing the common address of Mr. Liang.

As departure from Mist City neared, the stark reality hit: their knowledge of Liang Yuan was pathetically thin.

Zhou Wanxi and his peers traded subtle looks.

Zhou Wanxi gave a faint head shake, "If you're in the dark, what makes you think I have answers?"

Li Chongming cast his gaze toward a nearby vessel teeming with females, murmuring low, "Miss Han might be the only one with real insight."

"Why not inquire with her yourself?" Zhang Hengliang jumped in promptly.

Li Chongming let out a mocking huff, "Why not you?"

Zhang Hengliang grinned lightly, "Wherever Mr. Liang heads, count me in to trail along."

Li Chongming scoffed again but held his tongue.

Deep down, he recognized the truth in Zhang Hengliang's words. For those tainted with the poison, Mr. Liang's path was theirs to follow, no exceptions.

To this day, the nature of that toxin eluded them completely.

This ignorance fueled their inner turmoil and unease.

While the group wallowed in this haze of tomorrow's unknowns.

Abrupt cries erupted from the rear of the vessel.

Alarmed by the shouts, Zhou Wanxi and his companions sprang up to peer behind.

Far off on the boundless skyline, an enormous luxury liner was closing in!

"President No. 7!"

"Incredible, this can't be real!"

"Wasn't that liner stuck fast in the Mist Forest? How could it possibly..."

"Mr. Liang, that's Mr. Liang!" A Super Vision Ability User aboard suddenly yelled out in delight.

From the liner's deck, he spotted a youthful figure—it was unmistakably Liang Yuan!

"It's Mr. Liang!"

"Mr. Liang managed to free President No. 7!"

"Hahaha, fantastic, absolutely fantastic!"

"Mr. Liang is incredible!"

Overcome with joy, Zhou Wanxi and the rest hollered in exhilaration.

Moments earlier, frets about future shelter plagued them; now, this colossal liner brought instant relief.

Its sheer size promised a reliable haven they could claim as their own.

Possessing President No. 7 ensured a mobile stronghold, no matter their route.

The captains shared knowing glances, their anxieties evaporating in a flash.

With this liner at their side, fears of rising floods swallowing structures and stranding them vanished.

On the adjacent boat, Han Xiangman scanned the waters vigilantly. Spotting the gigantic liner, excitement lit up her features.

The tension that gripped her heart finally loosened.

"He truly retrieved President No. 7."

Lin Ya, standing next to Han Xiangman, voiced her disbelief.

Shen Yunxi joined them, unable to contain herself, "How on earth did he pull it off? President No. 7 draws deep water; once beached, it's nearly immovable unless the underlying boulders and corals are obliterated..."

Han Xiangman ignored their stares, fixing her eyes on the nearing behemoth liner with a smug smile, "He can make it happen!"

The pair traded astonished looks, brimming with wonder and respect for Mr. Liang.

As the liner neared, it swiftly aligned with the trio of vessels.

Coming to a halt, the liner allowed Liang Yuan to signal a wave from its deck.

Eagerly, the captains clambered aboard, joined by Han Xiangman and her group from the neighboring boat.

Liang Yuan opted not to claim the other three vessels, concealing his powers in the crowd's view.

Rather, he assigned crew to remain on those cargo ships, trailing the liner back toward Yangshan.

Within President No. 7's conference hall, Han Xiangman took a seat next to Liang Yuan, while captains and select Spiritual Ability Sect members filled the spots below.

Liang Yuan grinned broadly, "I'm thrilled to gather with you all right here in President No. 7's conference room."

"First off, let me properly introduce myself—I'm Liang Yuan, hailing from Yangshan, where I oversee a shelter."

"I'm delighted that you chose to stay, so I extend a heartfelt invitation to become part of my Yangshan Shelter."

This revelation sparked widespread astonishment and joy among the attendees.

So, Mr. Liang wasn't some solitary wanderer—he commanded real influence!

"Yangshan? You mean the old Yangshan National Forest area?" Zhou Wanxi queried right away.

With a nod and smile, Liang Yuan confirmed, "Correct, that's the one. The flood's surge has outpaced all predictions."

"Countless structures now sit underwater past the twentieth floor."

"Scanning the landscape, across all of Linjiang City, just peaks like Yangshan and Cangqiong Mountain remain livable."

"Excluding the Floating Island, naturally."

"You may not realize, but in the broader Linjiang region, only Guangfu retains ample terrain thanks to its hilly landscape."

"By now, parks, city centers, and Liangchuan District are likely fully inundated."

The locations Liang Yuan referenced lay at lower altitudes than the New District, hence suffering worse deluge.

"With Yangshan under our hold, we've not just set up a shelter but erected quaint towns, seizing connected sites like Tree Mountain and Lingyun Slope in the Yang Mountain chain."

"So now, I ask you all present: do you wish to align with my shelter?"

"Naturally, refusal is your choice—I won't compel anyone. We can simply go our separate ways peacefully."

Liang Yuan delivered these words with an easy smile.

He was certain that any sharp mind in the room would never dream of turning him down.

At that instant, a voice piped up unexpectedly, "Mr. Liang, once we're in Yangshan, will the antidote be provided?"

Liang Yuan responded with immediate laughter: "Absolutely, I'll deliver it without hesitation when the moment arrives."

Zhou Wanxi and several others swapped meaningful looks. Zhang Hengliang led the charge, declaring swiftly: "Mr. Liang, no matter what the rest decide, I'm all in with you."

"Ever since the Great Flood hit, Zhang Hengliang here has looked up to no one—except you."

Liang Yuan roared with laughter, replying: "Hahaha, Captain Zhang, your praise flatters me."

"Not at all, I'm sincerely in awe of you."

Ever the slick talker, Zhang Hengliang doled out compliments with effortless charm.

His bold affirmation spurred the others, who rushed to voice their support lest they lag behind.

The chamber swelled with a chorus of accolades for Liang Yuan.

He absorbed the flattery with a mere smile.

These were seasoned operators through and through; Liang Yuan saw right through their facades.

In their current bind, linking up with Yangshan was their sole option.

Presented with alternatives, they'd undoubtedly cling to the Floating Island.

After all, with the relentless Great Flood pushing water levels ever higher, a static Yangshan paled against a buoyant Floating Island that ascended alongside the waves.

Yet Liang Yuan trusted that upon arrival in Yangshan, these folks would gradually blend in. Weddings, families, roots—they'd forge ties that turned it into home.

Still, the unceasing water rise gnawed at Liang Yuan most fiercely.

"I need to secure my own Floating Island before the Great Flood swallows Yangshan whole!"

This resolve burned in his thoughts, demanding scouting parties to venture forth in search of viable Floating Islands.

"Urban zones offer slim odds for discovery; the smart move is probing the Linjiang expanse."

Linking to the mighty Yangtze, Linjiang sprawled immensely; any hidden Floating Islands would thrive there most likely.

The sole worry lay in the river's mysterious depths, which might conceal beasts far more horrifying.

Such notions raced through his head as Liang Yuan surveyed the assembly in the chamber, beaming while announcing: "Enough with the formalities."

"I'll state plainly: aligning with Yangshan guarantees you won't regret it."

"Our Yangshan Shelter achieved self-reliance ages ago, boasting reliable provisions, bustling commerce hubs, and diverse leisure spots."

"We satisfy not just the physical demands of our dwellers but nurture their inner well-being too."

"Moreover, Yangshan hosts its dedicated Superpower Research Institute, churning out fresh superpower gear and elixirs monthly."

"Contribute there, and you gain access to it all."

"Yangshan's populace remains modest, so no strict entry barriers like Mist City's quotas apply."

"Though future shifts could alter that."

Seated in the chamber, Liang Yuan vividly outlined Yangshan's perks.

Mere mortal threats wouldn't bind these souls for long.

Yangshan had to captivate intrinsically, drawing them to commit fully.

To inspire their zeal for Yangshan's growth—and by extension, his own ambitions.

Indeed, as Liang Yuan detailed Yangshan's setup, the captains' faces registered shock.

But deeper into his pitch, doubt crept into their expressions.

Could Yangshan truly offer such lavish setups?

Whispers soon hummed through the ranks below.

Liang Yuan sensed that under his watch, they'd restrain open chatter.

Thus, he rose, escorting Han Xiangman from the hall, advising: "Discuss among yourselves at leisure."

And with that, he departed the space.

Liang Yuan's exit ignited the chamber like a cauldron bubbling over.

Xue Guohua, skipper of the SS Guohua, blurted out: "Hold on, you believe Mr. Liang spoke true? Yangshan boasts a shelter that advanced?"

"Right, if Yangshan delivers that, heading there sounds ideal for us."

"But suppose it's all a ruse?" a voice murmured cautiously.

Nods rippled, though none dared amplify the suspicion aloud.

Li Chongming smirked: "A ruse? Why bother misleading us?"

His point struck home, enlightening the group abruptly.

True enough, with our fates in his grasp, deception served no purpose.

Especially since we offered nothing of value to swindle.

"So Mr. Liang's claims hold water?"

"Hahaha, told you, tagging along with Mr. Liang always pays off!"

"Easy there, optimism aside; we'll judge once we're at Yangshan."

"Fair point, but if Mr. Liang boasts so boldly, there must be some truth to it."

"Sigh, all I crave now is a secure spot to settle, no more drifting."

"Tell me about it? Pre-Flood, slaving away felt pointless. Now, I'd trade anything to relive those routine days."

"Come on, those mortgage payments of seven to eight thousand a month? At least the apocalypse wiped my debts clean."

"Sure, but loans meant full bellies back then. These days, I'm weary of endless fish."

"Mr. Liang promised red meat and veggies at his place. We'll savor those soon enough."

"Even if available, portions will be tight. Temper your hopes."

"Anything beats this; my core stat's pushing forty-six, and the wilds are unforgiving."

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