Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1120 - 465: Zhao Huiyao’s Cell Phone

"When the great inundation first broke out, we hardly paid it any mind."

"Everyone assumed it was merely a standard bout of heavy rain."

Zhao Huiyao spoke, a trace of nostalgia flickering across her features.

The others present also wore expressions of contemplation.

In truth, when the deluge originally began, no one imagined that something resembling typical rainfall would persist for so long.

Zhao Huiyao’s voice drew the attention of those present back to the summer of the previous year.

"Despite living in the villa district, we were among the first victims when the floodwaters rose."

"In under a week, our home was engulfed, forcing many residents to flee in a panic due to the dire situation."

"Some attempted to swim toward the main community, while others desperately sought refuge in their secondary properties."

"Since those living in Xinghai were all quite wealthy, most held multiple homes in the city core."

"At the time, I lacked vigilance and failed to abandon the area immediately; instead, I retreated to the attic."

"I persisted for another fortnight as the water levels climbed, while chaos erupted outside; people turned savage, looting supplies and pillaging every supermarket in sight."

"I was terrified back then; because of my career, I had always lived alone."

"When calamity struck, I had nobody to rely on."

Liang Yuan frowned, took a sip of his drink, and urged: "Get to the main point!"

Zhao Huiyao’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes glistening with tears; she merely sought to voice the ordeal she had survived.

Observing Liang Yuan’s lack of patience, she dared not ramble any further.

"From the third floor, I witnessed three major waves of evacuation."

"Those groups headed toward the New District, the High-speed Rail New City, and the Industrial Park, respectively."

"I eventually had no alternative but to join a few men as we trekked toward the Park."

"Why did you choose the Park?" Liang Yuan demanded.

"I have relatives located there; I thought we might offer each other some support," Zhao Huiyao answered softly.

Liang Yuan nodded, then asked: "Did you manage to locate them?"

Zhao Huiyao gave a sad shake of her head: "Not yet."

Bai Zhirui felt compelled to ask: "You still haven't found them?"

"They won't let me go," Zhao Huiyao murmured, starting to weep.

Bai Zhirui immediately knit her brows, throwing a look of disgust at the group of people huddled on the floor.

It was clear this group had forcibly detained Zhao Huiyao because of her appearance, keeping her as an unwilling captive.

Liang Yuan was well-versed in such depravity. He pondered for a moment, then abruptly queried: "Do you own a smartphone?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Huiyao was startled; she did own one, but the battery had died ages ago.

"Do you or not?"

"Yes, I always kept it on me, even without power. I had hoped that once the waters subsided, I could reach out to my family..."

"Let me see it."

Zhao Huiyao replied: "It’s in my room."

"Tu Long, go with her and retrieve it."

"Understood."

Tu Long immediately escorted Zhao Huiyao to her room to fetch the device.

Bai Zhirui asked with curiosity: "Mr. Liang, what do you need with her phone?"

"If she is truly a resident of Xinghai Garden, she must be in the owner's group, and Dr. Jiang is also a resident; perhaps they share the same chat group."

"Xinghai Garden was struck early, back when the internet, water, and power were still functional. We might discover some clues about Dr. Jiang on her device."

Bai Zhirui’s eyes widened, realization dawning: "Mr. Liang, that's brilliant, why didn't I think of it?"

Liang Yuan offered a faint smile but said nothing.

Not long after, Tu Long returned with Zhao Huiyao.

Zhao Huiyao produced the phone, stating nervously: "It has no charge left."

Liang Yuan acknowledged her and grabbed the phone, noting it was the latest flagship model.

He retrieved a power bank and cable from his inventory, plugging them in to jumpstart the device.

Watching this, the others present stared in disbelief.

Even the survivors kneeling nearby looked visibly excited.

"He has a power bank!"

"And it still has juice!"

"Maybe we can finally call for help."

"Sir, could you try calling for a rescue?"

Liang Yuan ignored their pleas, for as the screen illuminated, the signal bars were non-existent.

After the great flood, the world had fundamentally shifted; with skies draped in eternal tempestuous clouds, how could any signal penetrate?

He quickly navigated to the woman's WeChat, scrolling through her history.

Soon, he identified several group chats: 'Xinghai Garden Main Owners Group', 'Xinghai Garden Phase I', and 'Xinghai Garden Phase II'.

Liang Yuan reviewed them; the final timestamps for every group were from July 3rd of the previous year.

Liang Yuan remembered that the torrential rains had arrived in June.

This meant the network had suffered a total collapse within a single month.

Opening the main owner's group, he searched for 'Jiang Ziyin'.

He found nothing; clearly, her display name was not her legal name.

Reflecting on this, Liang Yuan searched for terms like 'Dr. Jiang' and 'Doctor', but still found no relevant mention of her identity.

The discussions involving those terms primarily concerned the dam failure at Linjiang and the subsequent expansion of the surge.

Bai Zhirui suggested: "Mr. Liang, try searching for the 'Affiliated Second Hospital' or keywords like 'hospital' and 'physician'."

Liang Yuan nodded: "Good idea."

He initiated a new search, and several messages surfaced in the chat history.

Liang Yuan quickly focused on one particular plea.

[Is there a doctor present? Emergency! My father just collapsed, the flood is too high outside, we are trapped. I pray any doctor-neighbor can provide help.]

Beneath the request, one reply grabbed Liang Yuan’s attention.

[How old is your father, and does he suffer from any underlying conditions?]

[No, he has always been fit. Are you a doctor? Please save him.]

[I am. DM me privately. I am trapped as well, the water has already claimed the second floor of my home.]

The exchange cut off there.

Liang Yuan clicked the avatar of the person claiming to be a doctor.

The icon depicted a female cartoon character in a vibrant Western style, with golden hair.

It looked like the output of a standard avatar generator.

The user’s nickname was not Jiang Ziyin, but simply "Jinx."

Liang Yuan tried to search for messages related to Jinx, but the history was sparse, with no activity past late June.

He clicked the avatar again to see her ID or media content, but without an internet connection, nothing would load.

Because Zhao Huiyao and Jinx were not contacts, no further metadata was accessible.

This left Liang Yuan frowning.

Bai Zhirui prompted: "Check the other owner groups?"

Liang Yuan agreed, scouring the threads for Phase I and Phase II.

This time, he found something significant.

"She was in Phase One? At the end of June, she was coordinating self-rescue efforts and asking if anyone intended to evacuate toward the Industrial Park."

Bai Zhirui analyzed: "Does that mean she successfully reached the Park?"

Liang Yuan turned to Zhao Huiyao, pressing: "You traveled to the Park with others; do you recall a woman named Jiang Ziyin being with your group?"

Zhao Huiyao shook her head: "I cannot say. So many people were fleeing concurrently that we dissipated after leaving the complex."

"Some went to scavenge, others scrambled for higher ground."

"It was mayhem, so I stayed with the largest group that was paddling makeshift rafts along the overpass toward the Park."

Liang Yuan caught the drift. The rain had just started, flooding the streets but leaving the elevated overpasses dry.

Many had escaped the low-lying sectors via these raised routes, seeking safety farther afield.

Liang Yuan continued: "Was anyone of foreign appearance with your party?"

Zhao Huiyao hesitated, then exclaimed: "Yes! There was a woman around thirty, mixed-race, with distinct Caucasian features, though she spoke perfect Chinese."

Liang Yuan’s eyes glinted: "What was her name?"

"I have no idea."

"Then how do you recall her so distinctly?" Liang Yuan asked, perturbed.

Zhao Huiyao explained: "There was a confrontation. Her striking looks attracted some of the men in our fleeing group who tried to act inappropriately toward her."

"Surprisingly, she had a hidden blade; she cut those men quite badly, causing them to bleed profusely."

"There was still a remnant of social order then, so the incident shocked us all."

"And then? What happened to her?" Liang Yuan urged.

"We scattered before we even reached the Park."

"She and another small group decided to seek shelter at a mall along the way."

"Which one?"

Liang Yuan demanded instantly.

"Ring City World Trade."

Liang Yuan pulled out a map, consulting it briefly.

Bai Zhirui pointed: "There, I recall that plaza."

Liang Yuan saw it sat north of the Central Circle, tucked away from the main city center.

The mall stood eighteen floors high, acting as a massive complex for retail, business, and residential suites.

In this context, it was an ideal fortress for surviving the onslaught of the flood.

Liang Yuan estimated the distance; it was less than fifty kilometers.

"It appears I must investigate that location. I only hope she is still there."

He pocketed the phone, telling Zhao Huiyao: "I will keep this. As a reward, I grant you one request."

Zhao Huiyao’s face lit up, and she pleaded: "Can I leave with you?"

Liang Yuan understood; the woman had been nothing but a plaything for that scum, and naturally, she would seize the first opportunity to escape.

Liang Yuan asked: "Do you possess any Superpower?"

"I... I do not, but I can cook and clean; I am a capable worker."

Terrified that Liang Yuan would view her as dead weight, she rattled off her virtues.

Liang Yuan weighed her words: "I can bring you, but I offer no guarantees for your safety. Decide carefully."

Zhao Huiyao answered without a second thought: "That is fine. As long as I can get out of here, I am prepared for anything."

Liang Yuan looked at her, sensing the depths of her desperation.

He nodded curtly: "Fine. Follow us."

Tu Long asked: "Mr. Liang, what of these others?"

Liang Yuan looked at the gathered crowd and shook his head: "Leave them. The rain persists, the water won't recede, and this place will eventually become their tomb."

Tu Long nodded, hauling Zhao Huiyao up. Liang Yuan gathered Bai Zhirui, and together the group leaped out into the pouring rain, vanishing into the gray curtain of the sky.