Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1162 - 503: The Vicious Plot Against Ding Yan

"Sun Guowei, who the heck let you sleep? What time is this, napping on patrol?"

A sharp voice boomed near a silent trail in Eden.

The shady guy dozing on the ground snapped awake and scrambled to his feet.

Spotting the arrival, he instantly swore.

"Damn it, Wang Zijian, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

Wang Zijian chuckled, checked around to ensure nobody watched, then plopped down too, remarking, "You sure know how to pick spots to loaf around."

"What’s there to worry about in our Eden? This trail heads to the mountain; nobody comes this way. Trust me, I could snooze until sunrise without a soul showing up," Sun Guowei replied.

Wang Zijian grinned too, "I’m jealous of you, patrol leader. You sleep the day away, no real work. Me? I have to walk patrols and hunt supplies daily."

Sun Guowei smirked cunningly at those words, "Got a hot sister like mine, and you’d lounge easy too."

Disgust flickered in Wang Zijian’s gaze, but his face stayed neutral as he smiled, "You’re fortunate. Offering your sister to the Angel Corps as a holy maiden, favored by the Divine Son, and you rocketed up."

Sun Guowei snickered, bursting with pride, "My sis is a real gem after all. Her body and looks are elite; I figured she’d get picked."

Wang Zijian eyed the smug look with irritation, yet his eyes sparkled as he grinned, "Your sister’s stunning for sure, but watch out. The Divine Son seems keen on Miss Ding. If that new girl lands in his bed, your sister might face trouble."

Sun Guowei’s expression shifted at that, remembering the Miss Ding from yesterday, a sudden threat looming.

He straightened up and spat, "That Ding slut’s a temptress, huge tits and all, pure seductress by nature. Gotta scheme something."

Wang Zijian nodded faintly, "Yeah, real alluring. Those melons look mouthwatering just staring."

"Acts like a frosty beauty; claiming her would feel insanely satisfying."

Sun Guowei looked grave, declaring, "Hell, it’s fake. Bet the Divine Son’s already had her, moaning like a vixen in heat."

"Zijian, we’re old bros. If I thrive, you gain too. Got any tips? Any method?"

Wang Zijian’s eyes glinted then, and he murmured, "There’s a method, but only if you’ve got the nerve."

"What method?" Sun Guowei pressed eagerly.

Wang Zijian leaned in, whispering, "Word is, Miss Ding got saved by the Divine Son’s crew. Hurt bad when pulled out, injury’s severe."

"Right now, she can’t tap much superpower—prime chance to strike."

"You know the Divine Son’s got that cleanliness quirk in his head. Snag Miss Ding, let her get publicly ruined, and no matter his fondness, he’ll be repulsed."

Sun Guowei’s eyes blazed with excitement, gears turning fast, "Makes sense, but guards stick by her... tough to get near."

"Heh, others struggle to approach, but you?"

"Your sister’s so cherished; those guards won’t cross you."

"Plus, no need to handle it personally. Get your sister to spike Ding’s drink, wait for her to lose control, send a guy in. Drag the Divine Son to witness, done deal," Wang Zijian laughed boldly.

The vicious scheme thrilled Sun Guowei.

"Crap, you’ve got the goods. I’m heading out now!" Sun Guowei jumped up, set to bolt.

Wang Zijian yanked him back fast, hissing, "Pick a dirty, repulsive guy to soil her. The grosser the Divine Son sees her, the better."

Sun Guowei’s gaze sharpened, murmuring, "Or a Mutant Beast? Meng Yang’s power controls them. Have him unleash a rabid one in Ding’s room."

"No way the Divine Son wants leftovers after that."

Wang Zijian inhaled sharply, thumbs-up to Sun Guowei, "Genius, pure genius."

"Okay, I’m going."

Sun Guowei bolted off then.

Wang Zijian watched him vanish, a sly grin twisting his mouth.

"Heh, fool."

He shook his head, slipped off the trail, and stepped into the church.

Inside the church lay opulent decor, far from the plain huts outside.

A vast prayer hall sprawled below, upper floor holding assorted chambers.

Wang Zijian neared the church door, where a black-robed man stood masked with a "7".

Spotting the robe, Wang Zijian blurted, "Seventh Angel, all per your command; Sun’s off on the task."

The black-clad number seven dipped his head, "Mm, dismissed. Report to the missionary squad tomorrow."

Wang Zijian lit up thrilled, "Thanks, lord, many thanks, lord."

Dismissed with a wave, Wang Zijian hurried from the church.

The robed man pivoted, entered the church, climbed to a second-floor room.

Soon, laughter echoed within.

"Ding Yan... you won’t slip my clutches."

Amid shadows, Liang Yuan and crew vaulted across roofs.

Liang Yuan wore Spiritual Ability Glasses, assessing the guards’ stats here.

Guards’ core stats averaged around forty, nothing elite.

No one bore materialized Genetic Species.

Something seemed wrong.

Post-Space Folding, superpower essence thickened here, stubborn and dense.

Powerful Genetic Mutation Beasts should’ve surged, especially near Little Straw Mountain’s rich Superpower Stone Mine.

Even casual Mutant Fish eats should’ve spiked their inner power fast, hitting fifty points easy.

Some ought to unlock genetic recall, hunt Genetic Mutation Beasts deliberately, manifest Genetic Species.

Yet Eden’s reality clashed with his predictions.

Knowing this, he’d have charged in bold, less sneaky.

Still, Liang Yuan’s prudence kept him from rash moves anyway.

Quickly, the trio neared the church zone, guards patrolling inside and out.

Liang Yuan scanned patrols, brow arching sharply.

Black robes and numbered masks marked every patrol.

Spiritual Ability Glasses revealed their core stats at a staggering 89 points!

The discovery chilled Liang Yuan instantly!

"Core stats that high—who’re these robed figures?"

Nearly every black-robe hit 89 core points!

Quick count: seven or eight of them.

Terrifying force!

Liang Yuan reeled inwardly, whispering, "Xiaoyu, what’s their deal?"

Ji Xiaoyu murmured back, "Angel Corps, Wu Yaobang’s protectors."

Liang Yuan struggled to believe: what earned Wu Yaobang such elite guards at 89 core stats?

Coercion? Then Wu Yaobang’s own stats must tower higher.

Dread and disbelief gripped Liang Yuan.

With my system dumping points wildly, Strength tops at 92.

How’d Wu Yaobang surge?

His followers too?

Defies logic!

Guangfu spawning such powerhouses? Plausible.

But this sealed fold, isolated, no outer links, no superpower tech advances.

Their setup mirrored early Yangshan Shelter’s primitiveness.

Barely scraping food and shelter, how’d they boost powers?

Off!

Deeper scrutiny only heightened Liang Yuan’s suspicions.

"Locate Ding Yan first."

Liang Yuan shelved distractions, telling Ni Qi and Ji Xiaoyu, "You two hold here; I’ll scout solo."

"Mr. Liang, take me along," Ni Qi urged.

Liang Yuan refused, "No need; crowds draw eyes."

Ji Xiaoyu added, "Check the back row—that’s Wu Yaobang’s maiden quarters, his harem basically."

Liang Yuan’s brow furrowed: Ding Yan in Wu Yaobang’s harem?

Face grim, he warned, "Stay put."

He dashed off, unleashing Spiritual Power to probe rooms sequentially.

Meanwhile, in a stone hut near the church, Ding Yan perched on bed, channeling her inner superpower.

Brows knit tight, her cheeks suddenly reddened; then heart-energy erupted: "Ah!"

Blood spewed from her lips, complexion draining pale.

"Still failing!"

Worry clouded her eyes, features twisted ugly.

Then, the bedside soda can buzzed: "Still no good?"

Ding Yan drew a steady breath, intoning gravely, "No, horned python energy’s jammed in my chest; can’t break it up."

"Old Zhou, your status?"

Zhou Qingming’s frail voice emerged from the can, "Lost three-fifths essence blood; stuck as blood mist, no body reform."

"Like this, can’t hunt Qinghua."

Ding Yan scowled, "You sure saw Li Qinghua nabbed by Wu Yaobang’s crew?"

"Positive; Qinghua’s here."

Ding Yan noted, "He’s scheming deep; tested plenty, no trace of Li Qinghua. Fearsome..."

Inner sigh: Li Qinghua likely doomed.

Yet Zhou Qingming countered, "Nah, killers wouldn’t haul him back."

"Qinghua lives, locked somewhere."

Ding Yan exhaled, "I’ll scheme anew; you need physical variant essence blood, but Wu Yaobang dodges whenever asked."

Zhou Qingming sighed, "He covets you, Miss Ding. Chance comes, flee solo, hit Yangshan for Mr. Liang—he’s our sole savior."

Ding Yan smiled wryly, "Impossible sans Li Qinghua; this fold’s ins and outs elude me."

Zhou Qingming urged, "Folds have gates; stay patient, you’ll spot ’em."

Ding Yan breathed, "Hoping Xia Ming and Old Ge survived..."

"Knock knock knock——"

Words unfinished, door raps sounded.

Ding Yan tensed, swabbed floor blood quick, called, "Who’s there?"

"Miss Ding, Sun Weiwei here."