The end of the world: The Goddess Catalogue, starting with sisters!

Mengde stood on the makeshift platform, looking down at the dark crowd below.

The scorching sun of the apocalypse baked the concrete ground of the parking lot on Yulong Island, and the rising heat distorted the distant scenery.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the crowd for any potential troublemakers.

Especially those guys like Brother Biao, he had no idea what they were saying.

The sounds, though low, coalesced into a buzzing noise, much like countless insects gnawing at something in the shadows.

A torrent of whispers continued to flood the entire place.

People were tossed about by the noise, unable to distinguish whether they were the speakers or the listeners.

Suddenly, a cold laugh erupted from the crowd—

"Join forces? On what basis?"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a thin blade suddenly slicing through a bulging sac, instantly severing the buzzing whispers.

Everyone fell silent, their eyes all turning towards the source of the sound—

Brother Biao!

A menacing black dragon was tattooed on his thick arm, and he was followed by a dozen equally fierce-looking henchmen.

His cheekbones were high, his lips were slanted, and his eyes gleamed with sarcasm.

He glanced around and let out another cold snort.

"Tell me, who's teaming up with whom? And who can be trusted?"

The crowd seemed to have been doused with ice water; they paused for a moment, then became even more agitated.

Some people blushed, some lowered their heads and rubbed their hands, and some rolled their eyes, searching for clues on the faces of others.

The once-flowing whispers have now become an undercurrent, surging and churning beneath the surface of silence.

Brother Biao spoke again, this time in a very low voice, but every word was like a needle.

"Don't end up being sold out and still helping them count the money."

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes in the crowd suddenly met, then quickly looked away.

The air seemed to be taut with an invisible string, ready to snap at the slightest touch.

Seeing this, Brother Biao was very satisfied!
Immediately afterwards, Brother Biao pushed through the crowd and walked out, followed by more than a dozen fierce-looking henchmen.

He was burly and had a hideous scar across his face. Before the apocalypse, he was the overlord of the underworld in Donghai City, and now he had gathered a group of desperados.

In addition, it's currently the end of the world.

He believed that no one could control him!

Moreover, Mengde has already investigated this kid very thoroughly!
Before the apocalypse, he was just a stinky takeout delivery guy.

How can you compare to yourself?

Moreover, he is now a Star Chart-level ability user.

Even Gao Sheng is no match for him!

If it weren't for the arrival of the red mist, I probably would have already seized the Gao brothers' base.

I heard that Gao Lan, the younger sister of the Gao brothers, is quite pretty!
And it was even taken into the possession of that brat Mengde.

It’s really abominable!

But that’s okay.

Since we're already here, let's just take over this Dragon Royal Base.

At that time, Gao Lan will still be my woman, hahaha!

Brother Biao's formidable strength inflated his confidence to an unprecedented level!

"Mengde, who do you think you are?"

Brother Biao continued his mockery, his rough voice full of contempt.

"When I was making my way in the East China Sea, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"

He spat, and saliva splattered out.

"What are you pretending to be, all high and mighty?"

Brother Biao smirked, revealing a face full of contempt and eyes brimming with sarcasm.

He glanced sideways at Mengde, letting out a cold laugh as if he were looking at a presumptuous clown.

"Just you?"

He chuckled gruffly, his rough voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"Lead this rabble to their deaths? I have no interest in playing house with you!"

Having said that, he waved his hand dismissively, raised his chin at his henchmen behind him, his face full of arrogance and disdain. His expression was as if he were watching an absurd farce, and he wouldn't even give Mengde a second glance.

His henchmen behind him also shouted in unison.

It was all to highlight his own imposing presence as Brother Biao.

Mengde was not surprised by the group's reaction.

I had expected this all along!
The scene quickly descended into chaos.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie stepped forward—Boss Qian.

The wealthy individuals from before the apocalypse still possess vast resources and private armies.

He also has quite a few people with superpowers under his command!
It's another one of the largest bases that Gao Qiang and his group have taken over!
At this moment, they also stood up to resist Mengde!

"You're right!"

"Mengde, we follow you to seek a way to survive, not to go to our deaths."

Mr. Qian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone contemptuous and disdainful.

"Those monsters in the city center are simply beyond human capabilities to fight. Do you want us to be cannon fodder?"

Their words were like sparks falling into a haystack, instantly igniting fear and resentment among the crowd.

Shouts and questions rose and fell, and the scene almost spiraled out of control.

"Yes! Why should we risk our lives?"

"Why aren't the people from your Dragon Royal Base going?"

"Go die yourselves if you want to!"

Meng De's gaze gradually turned cold.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, and the entire place instantly fell silent.

"it is good."

His voice was soft, yet it felt like a blade slicing through everyone's eardrums.

"In that case, you can choose for yourself."

"Those who are willing to fight the Crimson Monster with me, stand on the left."

He pointed to the east side of the parking lot.

"Those who don't want to, stand on the right."

The crowd began to stir, looking at each other hesitantly.

Brother Biao and Boss Qian exchanged a glance, then led their men to the right without hesitation, their faces bearing mocking smiles.

Inspired by them, more and more people began to move to the right.

Meng De stood on the high platform, watching all of this with an expressionless face.

His gaze swept over those who chose to leave, silently memorizing each face in his heart.

When the flow control was basically finished, he noticed that the number of people on the right accounted for nearly a third of the total.

Meng De looked at them, a cold smile slowly curving his lips.

"Cold wind."

he called softly.

"exist."

The sound of a cold wind came from the shadows, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Like the arrival of death!
"close the door."

These two words, spoken lightly by Mengde, struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The next second, countless red dots from infrared sights suddenly lit up on the high-rise buildings surrounding the parking lot.

Brother Biao's expression changed drastically, and he looked up abruptly: "Meng De! You son of a bitch—"

“Da da da da da——!!!”

The roar of machine guns shattered the afternoon tranquility, and bullets rained down like a storm!

Dozens of firing positions on the high-rise buildings surrounding the parking lot opened fire simultaneously, creating a dense network of fire that completely covered the area on the right.

Blood splattered on the concrete floor, and screams echoed throughout.

Meng De stood on the high platform, watching all of this with an expressionless face.

"Since you're unwilling to live together, then let's send you all to your deaths first!!!"

(End of this chapter)