Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

"That's right, exactly! Serve them well, provide excellent service, and I'll reward you!"

Xia Zhaozhao once bossed her two underlings around, ordering them to gather all the comics and cola they could find in the mall.

At this moment, the coffee table in front of her was piled high with Coke boxes and all sorts of comic books. She was half-lying on the sofa, legs crossed, flipping through the comic books in her hands with a rustling sound.

She happily gulped down a mouthful of cola, burped, waved her hand, and signaled to her gang to get lost and not disturb her rest.

"Two idiots got so much in return, what a bargain!"

Zhao Jia sat to the side, watching her with a hint of helplessness. Finally, he sighed, picked up a bottle of cola, and silently unscrewed the tab.

Not long ago, after binding the two burly men who were all bark and no bite, Zhao Jia and the other three simply handed them over to Bo Mo.

These two useless people were of no value to them, so they simply used them as a pledge of allegiance to Bomo, allowing them to come to Bomo and find out the specific situation of the mall, to see just how murky the waters were.

At this moment, Xiao Shen and Jiang Fu were placed in another room. Xiao Shen remained relatively calm, while Jiang Fu trembled like a leaf. After all, Bo Mo's husband had been killed by them, father and son.

However, out of respect for Zhao Jia, or rather, for the revolver in Zhao Jia's hand, Bo Mo did not make a move. She simply smiled and told everyone to rest for a while, suppressing her desire to kill Jiang Fu.

"I never imagined this place would degenerate into slavery so quickly," Zhao Jia said helplessly, taking a swig of cola.

In the short time that had passed, they had already discovered that Bomo and her group of henchmen had taken control of many of the ordinary people who had survived in the mall and were keeping them under their control.

Those guys were locked in a warehouse not far away, and they would only get some scraps of food before they were forced to come out and fight, while Bomo and his underlings had no worries about food and drink.

"Yeah, yeah, such a great place, not many monsters have even gotten in, but they're fighting amongst themselves." She said, clenching her fist and swinging it forward in the air: "I really want to punch that Bommer, but I'm afraid I'll blow her up and get oil all over me."

Before she could finish speaking, a series of thunderous footsteps came from outside, and she quickly shut her mouth and stopped complaining.

Without even thinking, I knew it was Bomo who had arrived; only she could make such a sound.

The door creaked open. Bomona's mountain-like figure nearly blocked the doorway as she struggled to squeeze in, followed by a thin, awkwardly swaying man.

Bo Mo plopped down on the sofa opposite Zhao Jia, the sofa creaking under her weight.

She began by recounting her tragic experiences in a rather deliberate, sorrowful tone, which sounded utterly insincere.

"As you all know, my man... heh, just like that, gone. He was killed by that bastard over there named Ah Long!"

The hesitant man immediately chimed in with a sissy tone, "That's right, that's right! Sister Bomo's husband was just as kind as her, but he was killed by that Ah Long! That guy deserves to die a horrible death!"

As he spoke, he winked at Bo Mo, and this almost interspecies flirtation made Zhao Jia and Xia Zhaozhao feel nauseous.

Bo Mo was quite pleased with the men's flattery. She turned her gaze back to Zhao Jia and Xia Zhaozhao:

"I know you might think we gangsters are shady, but no matter what, I'm way better than that Ah Long! There aren't many people in the underworld who know better than me, Bo Mo, who follows the rules and knows right from wrong!"

She turned her gaze to Zhao Jia: "As long as you can help me get rid of that Ah Long, I, Bo Mo, will definitely not treat you unfairly. At that time, whatever you want, I can give you."

Her face was bulging with fat, forming an unsettling smile, and her obese hands gestured in a manner that suggested something else:

"Back then, everything in the mall belonged to us. As for food, I wouldn't dare say it was the finest delicacies, but you definitely wouldn't go hungry! And if you wanted gold or jewelry, we had plenty here too!"

"Also, see those guys in the warehouse? Just ask, and you can pick up to ten! You'll be the second-in-command here!"

Zhao Jia forced himself to put on a very moved expression.

After receiving his reply, Bo Mo beamed with joy. She told the two of them to rest first and not to rush into anything, then she put her arm around the effeminate man and left the room.

"Hey, what do you think?" Xia Zhaozhao watched the two adulterers disappear through the door, then turned to Zhao Jia, "Don't expect me to use my brain."

"First of all, there's no reason to help either side. Helping either Bomo or Alon would be the same as aiding and abetting evil. We need to find a way to get rid of them both."

"Furthermore, put yourself in Bomo's shoes. What would you do after I helped her kill that Ah Long?"

"There's no such thing as 'the rabbit is killed after the hunt,' right? That's how it is in games... So, does that mean we need to kill them both?"

After saying that, Xia Zhaozhao tilted her head and muttered unhappily, "Actually, I don't really want to kill anyone, but if it has to be this way... there's nothing I can do about it."

"No, we don't necessarily have to do it ourselves." Zhao Jia shook his head. "I have a vague idea, but I don't know if it's feasible. If it's not, I'll do it myself; you don't need to force yourself."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Xia Zhaozhao answered decisively, indicating that she was completely relinquishing control, and picked up the comic book again.

That being said, Zhao Jia didn't have any good ideas. He got up and went out to use the restroom first.

The henchman guarding the door immediately looked at him warily, his muscles tensing.

After learning that he needed to use the restroom, the henchman relaxed, pointed in a direction, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhao Jia until Zhao Jia's figure disappeared behind the restroom door.

The place is all partitioned, so the soundproofing is practically nonexistent. Inside the restroom, Zhao Jia was humming a tuneless tune when he suddenly heard a series of indistinct voices.

He listened carefully, and the voices became clearer; it was actually the voices of Bo Mo and that effeminate man.

Without hesitation, he walked into a stall. To avoid direct skin contact with the toilet wall, he reluctantly put on his hood and pressed his ears against the wall.

"Wife, that man really has no taste." The effeminate man's nauseating voice came clearly from the cubicle.

"The woman he brought looked thin and dull-witted, and she even dyed her hair white. She's nothing like my wife, who's voluptuous and commanding!"

Zhao Jia was speechless. If Xia Zhaozhao heard this, she would definitely punch the partition to pieces and rush in to fight those two to the death.

Bo Mo's rough laughter rang out: "Hmph, you're a good kid with good taste. That man's taste is absolutely terrible; he doesn't deserve to live."

"By the way, my dear wife, we need to take out that man and steal his gun, right?"

Bomo's voice suddenly turned cold: "That gun came about strangely; I don't know where he got it from."

"He seems to have some ability. Let's fool him first, get him to deal with that shorty, and once Ah Long is dead, we'll steal his gun when he's not looking, then take care of him and that idiot together!"

As expected, Zhao Jia showed no surprise whatsoever.

Then, deep, sticky sounds of flirting came from next door. Zhao Jia shook his head, feeling like he was going to vomit if he stayed any longer, and decisively left the restroom.