Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1121 - 466: Ring City World Trade

With Liang Yuan and his allies gone, the occupants of the apartment complex exchanged wary glances.

Abruptly, one individual let out a feral roar and sprinted toward the room where the middle-aged man had perished.

The remaining people scrambled up in a frenzy, shouting curses and fighting viciously to pillage any supplies left in the vicinity.

Chaos instantly consumed the entire structure.

Yet, these events were already of no concern to Liang Yuan and his team.

Back aboard the speedboat, Liang Yuan instructed Bai Zhirui to look after Zhao Huiyao.

He then took command of the vessel, cutting through the water at high speed toward the Ring City World Trade location, fifty kilometers away.

Watching the vessel cut through the waves, Zhao Huiyao gazed at it with pure astonishment.

"Is that—is that a speedboat? Are you guys part of an official rescue unit?" She blurted out, unable to contain her excitement.

In her mind, only state-run rescue teams or specialized firefighters would possess such sophisticated equipment for a mission like this.

That had to be the explanation, surely.

The doctor, Jiang Ziyin, must be a member of the national rescue force!

Bai Zhirui offered her a gentle smile. "Not quite. We represent the Yangshan Shelter. This speedboat is a superpowered vehicle engineered by our own hands at Yangshan."

"Yangshan Shelter?"

Zhao Huiyao was stunned, her curiosity piqued as she prepared to ask more questions.

However, Bai Zhirui only replied with a mysterious smile, adding, "All will be clear once we reach our destination."

Realizing she might have overstepped, Zhao Huiyao wisely refrained from further inquiry.

Nevertheless, her eyes traced the figures of Liang Yuan and Tu Long, occasionally darting toward the intricate runes etched into the boat's frame.

Her gaze flickered, clearly turning over many thoughts in her mind.

Roughly an hour later, the group arrived at the Ring City World Trade Building.

The structure stood before them more than half-submerged in the murky floodwater.

Many of its windows had been shattered, and the outer walls were encrusted with various biological hazards, including mutated barnacles and strange sea life.

The summit of the tower even displayed clear scars of structural collapse and detonations.

The aftermath suggested that a brutal conflict had decimated the area.

Tu Long spoke up, "Mr. Liang, is this indeed the Ring City World Trade Building?"

Liang Yuan inclined his head. "According to the map, this is the place."

"Allow me to scout ahead," Tu Long offered immediately.

Liang Yuan signaled him to stop with a shake of his head. "Remain on the vessel. I shall investigate myself."

Liang Yuan understood that as the former premier business district, this site would likely be a treasure trove of resources.

Following the apocalyptic flooding, these unclaimed supplies would have drawn countless scavengers into fierce territorial disputes.

By now, anyone still in control of such a location was undoubtedly a formidable adversary.

Even though Tu Long’s primary stat had neared 50 Points, Liang Yuan felt a lingering sense of caution.

Thus, he decided to infiltrate the building personally.

His frame blurred, and he took to the air.

On the deck, Zhao Huiyao’s eyes went wide, and she hollered in disbelief, "He... he just took flight!"

Bai Zhirui looked at her, puzzled. "Did no one in your previous sanctuary possess the ability to fly?"

Zhao Huiyao screamed, "How could anyone fly!?"

"If someone were capable of flight, they would have long since abandoned that place. There was zero food left there."

Bai Zhirui explained, "Spirit Ability Users often attain telekinetic hovering and flight once they refine their Spiritual Telekinesis, do they not?"

"Were there truly no Spirit Ability Users in that building?"

Zhao Huiyao looked baffled, "There were, but while their spiritual energy was immense, they were entirely unable to manifest it as telekinesis."

"What? Without the ability to manifest it as telekinesis, how can it even be considered powerful?" Bai Zhirui asked, genuinely confused.

Tu Long interjected with a chuckle, "Bai Yatou, it is not given to everyone to convert spiritual power into telekinesis."

"My own spiritual force is not insignificant, yet it can only be channeled through my Tattoo Spirit, not into telekinesis."

"Spirit-based superpowers are diverse. While telekinesis is common, it is by no means an inherent skill for every Spirit Ability User."

Bai Zhirui nodded in contemplation, her thoughts drifting to Gao Jie and Zhuang Shuyuan.

Though both possessed high Spirit attributes, neither seemed capable of mastering telekinesis.

Even within Yangshan, individuals with high Spirit stats are abundant, and countless abilities are intrinsically linked to spiritual power.

Regardless, true telekinesis remained incredibly rare, and thus far, Liang Yuan appeared to be the only one who had developed it to such a devastating degree.

Meanwhile, buoyed by his telekinetic lift, Liang Yuan accelerated further, utilizing the Red Pig Wheel beneath his feet.

In seconds, he covered several hundred meters, touching down just outside the Ring City World Trade Building.

He chose a window frame with shattered glass at random, his form flickering as he darted inside.

Within the interior, Liang Yuan’s vision adapted instantly to the darkness.

His Genetic Transformation had automatically adjusted to the gloom.

The room was plunged in shadow, with only the meager daylight bleeding through the broken glass to provide any illumination.

Liang Yuan scanned the layout of the quarters.

It was a standard apartment, complete with a two-story loft structure.

The bottom floor featured a minimalist living room, an open-concept kitchen, and a staircase built right into the wall.

Climbing the stairs led to a compact bedroom.

Two naked corpses lay rotting in the living room, significantly decomposed to the point where their sex was unidentifiable.

Swarms of maggots crawled through their decaying flesh.

These larvae were unusually large, and instead of the typical white, they burned with a sickly blue hue.

Liang Yuan frowned slightly, extending his mental reach to levitate one of the maggots toward him.

With a sharp telekinetic pulse, he crushed it; it burst with a wet squelch, spilling out dark juices as it died.

Liang Yuan’s expression hardened, "The physical resilience of these maggots transcends anything from before the flood; they have clearly undergone mutation."

He ignored the bodies; investigation was not his objective.

Stepping over the remains, he rummaged casually through the pantry and refrigerator.

Everything had been stripped clean—no food, no clothes remained.

Aside from heavy, immovable furniture, the scavengers had taken anything portable.

"Certainly, as the chaos persists, securing viable supplies in these residential units becomes an increasingly futile endeavor."

Walking past the kitchen, Liang Yuan noticed that even the cookware had been looted.

Even the stove had been ripped out.

Near the door, he noted the lock had been brutally forced.

This room had likely been plundered countless times.

Nothing of utility was left.

He spent no further effort lingering and exited into a narrow hallway.

At the center of the hall, the corridor branched off at a vertical intersection.

Liang Yuan approached and identified four elevator shafts.

He inspected the threshold; the doors had been pried apart, revealing a pitch-black cavity within.

However, Liang Yuan’s nocturnal vision pierced the darkness as if it were day.

Inside, the elevator shaft stood revealed, its steel cables frayed and taut.

As he looked up, he saw half a corpse snagged on the edge of an upper floor.

A draft howled through the shaft, creating a mournful sound as the body swayed in the wind, rhythmically knocking against the metal like a grotesque greeter.

Liang Yuan remained stoic, glancing briefly down into the hollow abyss of the shafts.

Far below, water pooled, and drifting among the debris were numerous bodies, clearly discarded into the depths.

"It seems death has claimed many in this place."

Liang Yuan muttered, preparing to depart, when a sharp 'crash' echoed through the dark.

Then came the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping wetly against the concrete wall of the shaft.

Frowning immediately, Liang Yuan turned his focus to the adjacent elevator.

The sound originated from within.

He walked over, leaning over the edge to peer into the abyss.

In the bottom of the shadowy shaft, a mountain of bones lay in the water.

Perched atop the skeletal pile sat a massive, humanoid monstrosity.

Why classify it as humanoid? Because while the creature possessed a human frame, it was deformed by three arms and two distinct heads.

At that exact moment, its trio of arms was busy fishing bones from the muck to feed them into its twin maws.

Liang Yuan’s eyes narrowed: "A Mutant!"

Those who successfully unlocked their latent abilities were classified by people like Liang Yuan as Superpower Users.

Those who failed to bridge the gap were dubbed Mutants.

Mutants came in various forms; some detonated instantly upon the failure of their awakening.

Others endured the failure but were permanently shattered, descending into madness.

Driven by chaotic genes, these lunatics often possessed strange, primitive abilities meant solely to satisfy their basic base instincts.

Predation!

They functioned as mindless killers, hunting every living thing to ravenously consume it and fulfill their distorted genetic needs.

The two-headed, three-armed nightmare in the shaft was clearly of this variety.

Liang Yuan scowled and lashed out instantly with a surge of spiritual telekinesis.

Bang!

The potent psychic force detonated inside the creature's dual skulls.

The entity had no interval to react before its heads erupted into a spray of viscous gore.

The body went limp, sliding lifelessly back into the mound of corpses.

Liang Yuan acted as if he had performed a minor chore, dismissing the mutant beast with a mere ripple of annoyance.

"It had yet to condense a stable genetic core; far too weak."

He murmured, shaking his head momentarily, and began to search for a viable route forward.

Yet, before he could find clear passage, the faint sound of whispering drifted from a room just down the hall.

"No, please, stop... Uncle Fang, I’m feeling really unwell today..."

Rrip—

The sound of fabric being violently torn echoed through the hall.

Liang Yuan’s face darkened as he moved swiftly toward the room.

An elderly voice emanated from within, laced with a predatory, malevolent smirk.

"Xiaoyuan, surely you don't wish for your mother to starve? If you value her life, be a good girl and do as your Uncle asks. Come here and peel off those clothes."

The girl’s voice wavered with terror and intense humiliation, pleading in a choked tone: "Uncle Fang, please, could you just give me the bread first?"

"Hehe, your Uncle will give you your share, provided you are obedient and listen."

"No, I—I don’t want it anymore. Keep the bread. Please, just let me go!"

The girl appeared to have hit her limit, beginning to struggle with desperate intensity.

Liang Yuan heard the sound of furniture being overturned in the struggle.

The old man roared his anger.

"You little bitch, get back here!"

"Trying to crawl away? Stand still! Stand still this instant!"

Rip!

The sound of tearing cloth screamed through the door again, followed by the girl’s shrill, panicked cry.

Suddenly, the door shuddered as the girl managed to force a sliver of an opening.

Liang Yuan caught a glimpse: a girl of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, eyes brimming with tears, straining to squeeze out.

But as her head poked through, a withered, obsidian-skinned hand clamped into her hair and brutally yanked her back into the room.

The door slammed shut with a thunderous bang.

Muffled screams and curses continued to pour from within.

Liang Yuan’s expression became icy, and he delivered a devastating kick to the door!

Bang!

With a violent metallic groan, the door was blown inward.

Inside the decrepit room, a withered, black-skinned old man was straddling the teenager.

The girl’s clothes were in tatters, yet she clung to her waistband with her remaining strength.

The old man, shirtless and riddled with weeping sores across his back, spun around in sheer terror at the intruder.

Consumed by a mix of shock and rage, he reflexively spat out, "You..."

Liang Yuan’s gaze was lethal: "You absolute beast!"

With a mere stare, he unleashed a tidal wave of psychic pressure that crashed into the old man with overwhelming force.

Bang!

The old man was instantly pulverized like a crushed tin can under Liang Yuan’s crushing telekinesis!

Flesh and blood painted the walls, filling the small space instantly.

The girl stared up at him, trembling in shock, too traumatized to fathom what had just occurred.