Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

The henchmen's words were like sharp knives, piercing Brother Long's heart.

The moment he heard it, he was overcome with uncontrollable rage, wishing he could immediately leap up and beat up the gossiping underling next to him.

However, just as this anger was about to erupt, it was replaced by an even larger and colder sense of unease.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He couldn't help but recall Zhao Jia's various actions since his appearance, as well as his rapidly rising prestige among his underlings.

He seemed to have won people's hearts with ease. Brother Long felt a sense of crisis that he was about to be replaced, and the excitement and gratitude he had felt earlier because of Zhao Jia's two rescues vanished at this moment.

Instead, there was a strong killing intent.

However, he was not completely blinded by murderous intent and forced himself to calm down and think things through.

First of all, Bomo hates her side to the core. Her precious pretty boy is also with her side. This feud is irreconcilable.

Secondly, Zhao Jia's elusive skills instilled fear in him, and he believed that it would be difficult for him to kill him silently without paying a heavy price.

Under his younger brother's questioning gaze, Ah Long anxiously stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

He wasn't very smart, but after a long time, he still believed he had found a perfect solution.

After making up his mind, he called the square-faced henchman to a room deep inside the stronghold.

This younger brother is different from the rest of the scumbags. Although he looks a bit slow, he's been with him the longest. It's probably safer to leave these dirty jobs to him.

"Square face," Ah Long lowered his voice, "Tonight, I'm going to lead my men to wipe out that bitch Bo Mo's lair."

The square-faced underling was somewhat puzzled. This was obvious; why had he been called here? But he simply bowed his head and replied, "Yes, boss."

"And that kid surnamed Zhao," Ah Long changed the subject, his voice carrying a chilling undertone, "Although he has some skill, he's still an outsider."

"This time, I'm going to let him take the lead again and give him a chance to make a name for himself."

"Take a few trustworthy brothers and follow him. If he gets into a tough fight, don't rush to help him; let him fend for himself."

"If the battle goes smoothly and that bitch Pomo is no match for us, then we'll find an opportunity to attack from behind..." He made a throat-slitting gesture.

The square-faced young man's breath hitched, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he stared at Ah Long in disbelief.

"Take him out cleanly and get that gun back for me!" Ah Long looked up at him, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and patted the square-faced underling on the shoulder.

"Once this is done, you'll be my second-in-command, living the high life. I, Ah Long, mean what I say!"

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To show how much Ah Long relied on Zhao Jia, he specially reserved a small, separate room for him as a temporary rest area.

At that moment, Zhao Jia and Xia Zhaozhao were both in the room, listening to the square-faced underling's betrayal.

"So this is how he planned to kill me?" Zhao Jia's face showed no surprise or fear after hearing this; instead, he revealed a smile of interest.

"...So corny, you can't imagine a dog growing ivory." Xia Zhaozhao complained without any politeness, eating a compressed biscuit she had somehow gotten her hands on.

"Nobody's brain can grow ivory," Zhao Jia replied.

The square-faced young man, seeing these two strange people who didn't seem to care about this life-or-death situation at all, broke out in a cold sweat.

He lowered his voice and said anxiously, "Brothers and sisters, you mustn't let your guard down!"

"That Ah Long is ruthless; countless people have died at his hands! His own father, and her master, were both killed by him..."

Xia Zhaozhao suddenly raised her head, interrupting Fang Lian, and asked, "Hey, have you ever killed anyone?"

The square-faced young man was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Alright, there's no need to answer," Zhao Jia said calmly.

"Oh, oh!" Xia Zhaozhao instantly understood. "I get it. You didn't have a choice before, but now you have to be a good person!"

"By the way, Ah Long, you must have quite a few people here too, right? Show me the way." Zhao Jia looked at the square-faced henchman and changed the subject.

"There are also supplies! Food and drinks!" Xia Zhaozhao excitedly interjected.

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After some time, Ah Long figured that his men had rested enough and it was time to prepare for the final assault that night.

He summarized his previous failures and concluded that the reason the previous ambush failed was mostly due to Zhao Jia's bad idea.

However, the fact that I drank too much alcohol at the time, which made the ambush plan a little messy, was also a factor that could not be ignored.

This time, he was prepared to learn from his mistakes and strive to be absolutely certain. He planned to personally interrogate Bomo's old flame, the effeminate man, to get more detailed information about the inside of Bomo's stronghold from him.

He now wishes he could plan down to the minute and second, down to where each of his underlings would go and how many meters.

However, when he kicked open the door to the storage room where the prisoners were held, the scene before him instantly stunned him.

Xia Zhaozhao pulled out a wheelchair from somewhere, and the effeminate man with the broken leg, who had been hastily bandaged, was sitting in it. She was about to push the wheelchair forward with all her might when it nearly collided with Ah Long.

"What...what are you doing?" Ah Long stared wide-eyed at the flustered effeminate man and the innocent-looking Xia Zhaozhao.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he noticed that all the prisoners had disappeared from the huge storage room, leaving only Xia Zhaozhao and the effeminate man. His not-so-bright brain finally figured out the strange thing.

Enraged, he unleashed a deafening roar at Xia Zhaozhao:

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is! So you guys weren't here to help me at all! You wanted to be the fucking good guys, the fucking heroes, the fucking saviors?"

"Who...who do you think you are? A bunch of ignorant bastards!"

Fortunately, Ah Long stumbled upon them in time, otherwise those two bastards would have really succeeded. A thought suddenly struck him, and this time he came up with a brilliant idea.

He could tell that the white-haired girl had a close relationship with that guy surnamed Zhao.

He wanted to hold a knife to the little girl's throat, forcing Zhao Jia to kill everyone he had rescued from the warehouse with his own hands. Otherwise, he would slit the little girl's throat right in front of Zhao Jia!

I wonder what Zhao Jia, who thought he was being clever and wanted to be a good person, would have chosen at that time?

A sinister smile appeared on Ah Long's face as he slowly drew a dagger from his waist and approached Xia Zhaozhao step by step.

He noticed that the little girl just stared at him with her big red eyes, motionless, as if she were terrified.

However, the little girl tilted her head and curiously uttered a few words: "Why is your head so pointy?"

Then, her tone turned slightly disdainful: "And another thing, if you dare to yell at me, you're finished."