Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1122 - 467: Huang Guangzu

"Who... who are you exactly?"

The girl stared at Liang Yuan with visible dread.

Ignoring her fear, Liang Yuan cut straight to the point: "Who is in charge of this building?"

Shaking, the girl instinctively blurted out, "It has to be Mr. Huang Guangzu."

Liang Yuan immediately pressed for more: "Huang Guangzu? Where can I find him?"

"He's at... wait, who are you?" she stammered.

"Me? Why don't you look at me as the one who just saved your life?"

The girl hesitated, then glanced at the cold, lifeless body of Uncle Fang on the floor. After a moment of silence, she nodded faintly. "Yes... thank you."

As she spoke, she tried to sit up, keeping one hand pressed firmly against her chest.

Liang Yuan tossed a piece of clothing toward her with a casual motion. "Cover yourself up."

"Thank you."

She quickly pulled the garment on, her eyes reflecting a flicker of genuine appreciation.

"What is your name?" Liang Yuan asked.

"Yuan Weiwei," she whispered back.

"Yuan Weiwei, tell me, where is Huang Guangzu's residence?"

"On the highest level—the top floor of the Ring City World Trade Building. Those with the most power always claim the highest ground," she explained quietly.

She looked up at Liang Yuan, a small spark of renewed hope in her eyes. "You aren't from here, are you?"

"You came from the outside world, right? Can you tell me what it's like out there? Is the government still functioning? Are they sending a rescue team for us?"

Liang Yuan met her innocent gaze, a pang of sympathy surfacing within him.

He offered a grim shake of his head. "The world outside has been swallowed by the flood. No help is coming. In these times, your only savior is yourself."

He nudged the old man’s corpse aside with his foot, checking for supplies before shaking his head again. "He didn't have any bread on him."

Yuan Weiwei’s expression crumbled, her eyes filling with tears.

"That’s impossible... how could he not have any? He told me he did; I saw him produce it! Oh god, if there’s no food, my mother will starve."

Touched by her genuine despair, Liang Yuan retrieved a loaf of bread from his inventory. "I have some emergency rations. Take this. But keep it hidden—don't let anyone else know."

Yuan Weiwei stared at the bread, her face lighting up with astonishment. She looked back at her savior and asked, "What do you want in exchange?"

Liang Yuan frowned. "What?"

Clutching the bread tight, she continued, "My mother always said there is no such thing as a free lunch. Do you want me?"

She hesitated, then added, "I'm not feeling well right now. Could we wait a few days? I promise I won't back out."

Liang Yuan stared at the girl, who couldn't have been older than seventeen, feeling a wave of shock crash over him.

He wasn't shaken by her circumstances, but by the realization of how deeply the catastrophe had eroded the moral fabric of society. The apocalypse had warped this child's perspective, turning the world into a transaction of survival.

Liang Yuan lapsed into a heavy silence. Perspectives were shifting everywhere; everyone was changing. But it was the youth, their worldviews still unformed, who were suffering the most profound transformation. As the horror dragged on, they would be marked by it forever. Laws, ethics, and morality were dissolving, and a brutal new cycle was rising in their place.

Feeling a complex weight in his chest, he shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. Just focus on staying alive."

He turned and strode out of the room without another word. Locating the emergency stairs, he picked up his pace, ascending rapidly.

Within three floors, his path was obstructed by several hulking men.

Upon spotting him, they jeered, "Halt! You look like a face we haven't seen before."

"Don't you know who runs this floor?" another barked.

Liang Yuan didn't even slow down; he simply moved forward with an expressionless gaze. The men, enraged by his dismissiveness, reached for their weapons, intent on murder. Two brief cries echoed through the stairwell, and Liang Yuan continued climbing, his momentum unbroken.

The pattern repeated every few floors: someone blocked his way, their strength scaling with the height of the floor, transitioning from common thugs to actual Superpower Users. The building's layout was a stark reflection of its cruel hierarchy.

The climb was accompanied only by the sounds of wailing and the screams of those who dared to stand in his path.

Reaching the top floor, he was met by seven or eight Superpower Users standing guard.

They were seasoned fighters, each with attributes exceeding forty points. Among them, a mix of Spirit, Water, Fire, and Earth users stood ready. They charged, unleashing their abilities in a coordinated assault.

The Spirit Attribute users initiated with a Psychic Illusion and Telekinetic strike. Before their power could even graze him, Liang Yuan simply turned his icy gaze toward them. In a heartbeat, his spiritual power—clocking in at a staggering 83.5—manifested as a crushing wave.

Two dull thuds rang out. Their heads didn't just break; they exploded instantaneously as if they were overripe fruit dropped from a great height. While others might believe there was only a slight gap in strength to those with forty points, the reality was different. Once Liang Yuan’s spirit power surpassed fifty, every subsequent point compounded his influence tenfold. His gaze alone was a death sentence.

The remaining fighters screeched to a halt, their previous arrogance replaced by hollow terror.

"Wait! Stop!" one shouted.

Another waved his hands frantically. "Brother, let’s talk! There’s surely been a misunderstanding!"

Liang Yuan’s voice was arctic. "Where is the boss?"

The survivors exchanged nervous glances. "And who are you to be making demands, brother? What business do you have with him?"

Liang Yuan’s brow knitted with annoyance. "Call him here now. I have questions."

The men were left seething inwardly. He killed their companions for nothing, yet he had the gall to act impatient? Still, the fear of death kept them compliant. "Of course, of course. Please wait a moment—I’ll bring him up."

Liang Yuan’s gaze remained fixed and dangerous. "Make it quick. I don't have all day."

As one of the men scrambled off with a noticeable limp, Liang Yuan turned to the others. "Is any one of you from Xinghai Garden?"

The group froze, their eyes instinctively darting to a pudgy middle-aged man in their ranks. He was an Earth Attribute user, and the only reason he’d survived the spiritual sweep was by burying himself into the floor just in time. Under the weight of the others' gazes, his face turned paper-white.

"I... I am," he stuttered, looking up at Liang Yuan. "Sir, are you looking for someone from the villa?"

He knew better than to test Liang Yuan’s patience. Liang Yuan understood their fear; after all, his aggressive arrival had saved him the tedious hours that would have been wasted on pointless negotiations.

"Do you know a woman named Jiang Ziyin?"

The man’s eyes widened. "You mean Dr. Jiang?"

Liang Yuan surged forward in a blur, reappearing right in front of the man before anyone could blink. "You know her?"

The man was trembling, completely rattled by the display of speed. "Yes! We were in the same group that fled the Xinghai Garden Villa. We lived together in the Ring City World Trade Building for a while, too."

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes. "Where is she now?"

"She... she left a while ago."

"Left? Where did she go?"

The man hesitated, his eyes betraying his reluctance. "I'm not entirely certain... maybe the boss knows."

Liang Yuan sensed he was holding back. His voice turned into a razor’s edge. "Speak the truth. Don't hide a single detail, or you will regret it."

Before the man could respond, a mocking, cold laugh cut through the air.

"Regret what, exactly?"

Liang Yuan glanced toward the corridor. The limping man he had sent away returned, flanking a bald, thug-like youth whose face dripped with malice.

The youth stared at the two corpses of the Spirit Users on the floor, his aura flaring in a surge of killing intent. "You think you can just come here and butcher my men?"

Without waiting for a response, the youth stomped the ground, his body erupting into a corona of blinding light. He vanished, leaving only a streak of brilliance in his wake.

Instantly, circular Ice Star Chains manifested around Liang Yuan, spinning with defensive intent. A flash of light slammed into the chains, scattering into a storm of smaller projectiles that hammered against Liang Yuan’s defenses.

Liang Yuan remained stoic, unimpressed. "A Light Attribute Superpower User, I see."

"Heh, scared yet?" the voice echoed from every direction at once. The youth moved as fast as light, his presence elusive.

Liang Yuan looked impassive. "Afraid? You have no concept of what true power is."

"Go to hell!" Huang Guangzu bellowed, launching a furious volley of beams. Liang Yuan stood his ground as his Golden Scale Armor activated, glowing with a dull, indestructible sheen.

When a Bone Saber materialized from the light to strike Liang Yuan, he caught it easily with his bare hand and swiped at thin air to grab the user, but his fingers slipped through nothingness—the opponent was as intangible as a reflection.

The light mass reappeared behind him, a Bone Spike driving into Liang Yuan's back with ferocious speed. It didn't even scratch the surface of his armor.

Huang Guangzu was fast, but his strength was negligible to Liang Yuan—a mere child playing with sharpened edges. After batting aside a few more pathetic attempts, Liang Yuan sighed, content to let the man exhaust himself.

"It’s time to end this," Liang Yuan muttered after watching the patterns of the light.

"What was that?" Huang Guangzu shrieked in frustration.

Liang Yuan snapped his fingers. A transparent, hexagonal Barrier manifested in the air, folding the space around the light. The Spirit Turtle Shield sealed every exit, locking the light mass inside the absolute cage.

"Your ability is rare, I’ll give you that," Liang Yuan noted, his voice calm and cold. "I've seen many, but you are quite the specimen."