Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Zhang Xiaomin opened her mouth slightly, staring wide-eyed at Ma Yubo, who lay motionless in the distance, seemingly dead.

What exactly just happened?

Lu Fan stepped forward, took Zhang Weiguo's arm, and lifted him out of the mud.

"Can you still stand firm?"

Zhang Weiguo nodded tremblingly, tears streaming down his face, "Thank...thank you..."

Lu Fan turned around and looked at Ma Yubo's two henchmen with a cold gaze.

One of the men, wearing glasses, raised a stick in his hand, making a gesture as if he was about to fight to the death.

"You...you..."

His teeth chattered as he watched Lu Fan take a step forward, his knees buckled instantly, and he fell to his knees in the mud with a thud.

"Big brother! You're my long-lost older brother!"

The bespectacled man cried his eyes out, crawling two steps on his knees as he tried to hug her leg.

Seeing this, another man with sausage lips cursed under his breath, "Damn! You son of a bitch, you have no backbone!"

The next second, he jumped up from the spot, performed an extremely smooth 180-degree backflip in the air, then knelt down on both knees, and slid like a curling stone to Lu Fan's feet on the slippery mud.

"Dad!! You're my real dad!!"

The sausage-lipped man hugged Lu Fan's shoes, looked up at him with a face full of filial piety: "Father! Your son kowtows to you!"

The bespectacled man behind him was dumbfounded.

These days, even dogs have to be cunning?

He gritted his teeth and kowtowed repeatedly, shouting, "Grandpa! Grandpa, don't worry about that bastard, I'm your real grandson!!"

"Go to hell!"

The sausage-lipped man kicked the bespectacled man in the face with a backhand kick, then turned to Lu Fan and said obsequiously, "Great-grandfather! This grandson is so inconsiderate! It's windy and rainy outside, don't let him get cold, come inside and sit down with your good grandson!"

Lu Fan looked at the two guys at his feet who were vying to be his grandsons and sneered.

"grandson!"

"Hey! Your grandson is here!" the two exclaimed in unison, faster than if they were answering each other.

Lu Fan laughed again, but his laugh was somewhat sinister.

"Great-grandfather, I'm new here today, and my pockets are emptier than my face. Since you're all so filial, shouldn't you show some appreciation?!"

The two were taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Great-grandfather is right! Your grandson will repay your kindness immediately!"

The two of them eagerly reached into their pockets and pulled out a handful of crumpled candies, half a bag of damp biscuits, and a few small pieces of bread.

Although they were just small scraps, in such a barren place, they were enough to save lives.

"Okay, put it here!" Lu Fan nodded.

The two quickly piled the things at Lu Fan's feet, then looked at him expectantly.

Lu Fan touched his chin, then turned to the side, revealing Zhang Xiaomin behind him.

The two understood instantly and scrambled to Zhang Xiaomin's feet.

"This...this must be Grandma..."

Snapped!

Lu Fan slapped Sausage Lips on the back of the head.

"Fuck your mother my ass!"

Lu Fan looked down at them condescendingly: "We told you to take things out, not to claim kinship."

"Yes, yes, yes! Great-Grandpa is right!"

The two were terrified, crying as they turned their pockets inside out.

Even the half-chocolate he had saved for building a house and getting married was handed over and presented to Zhang Xiaomin and Zhang Weiguo with utmost respect.

Lu Fan glanced at them and, seeing that there was indeed no more profit to be made, kicked each of them in the buttocks.

"Alright, get lost!"

"Thank you! Thank you, Great-Grandpa!"

The two men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, helped each other up and scrambled away into the depths of the shantytown.

The surrounding survivors who were watching the spectacle were in an uproar.

"Who is this young man? He's really ruthless!"

"Ma Yubo is a troublemaker here, and he was crippled with just one kick?"

"Looks like the leader of this East Island slum is about to change..."

Amidst the murmurs, Zhang Xiaomin finally came to her senses.

She glanced around warily, then tugged at Lu Fan and Zhang Weiguo's sleeves: "Quick! Come back with me!"

……

The three of them crawled into a tin shack on the outermost side of the slum.

The room was cramped, containing only a bed made of bricks, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

Zhang Xiaomin closed the door tightly, found a rag, wrapped up all the food the two men had given her, and stuffed it into Lu Fan's arms.

"Get out of here! Before anyone comes to arrest you!"

She stamped her feet in frustration, "Ma Yubo has an older brother named Ma Saibo, who's the boss of this slum! He's a ruthless killer!"

Zhang Weiguo, leaning on his cane, said anxiously, "Yes, Xiao Lu! Ordinary people like us can't fight against them! You should run to West Island; maybe there's still a chance to survive there!"

Lu Fan weighed the cloth bag in his hand and casually tossed it onto the bed.

"Why are you running? Is that Ma Shibo really that good?"

"He's not human anymore!"

Zhang Weiguo lowered his voice, his brows furrowed, "I heard from others that he's some kind of mutant! Sigh... I'm an old guy like me who doesn't understand this world anymore!"

"A mutant?"

Lu Fan sat on the deck of the boat, lost in thought.

Most likely, he's similar to Tang Haikang, with only minor differences in strength.

With his current physical abilities and weaponry, ordinary mutants are no different from carrots in front of him.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem!" Lu Fan waved his hand.

Zhang Weiguo sighed, "You child... why won't you listen to advice!"

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a moment.

"Gurgle—"

A loud rumbling sound broke the silence.

Zhang Xiaomin gritted her teeth and weakly clutched her stomach.

Zhang Weiguo turned to look at his daughter's thin face, his eyes reddening.

He took a deep breath and turned to kneel down in front of Lu Fan.

"Little Lu... Uncle needs your help. You can take that package with you, but could you... could you leave the girl a piece of candy? She hasn't eaten for days..."

Lu Fan caught him.

He picked a piece of candy out of the cloth bag.

Zhang Weiguo excitedly took the candy, carefully peeled off the wrapper with his rough hands, and then tremblingly held it to Zhang Xiaomin's lips: "Girl, eat it quickly!"

Zhang Xiaomin turned her head away, tears welling in her eyes: "Dad, you eat! Your leg still needs to heal..."

"Dad's not hungry, you eat!"

Watching the father and daughter push each other around a cheap hard candy.

Lu Fan couldn't help but shake his head.

Without saying a word, he took the bag off his back and slammed it onto the bed.

boom!

The father and daughter were startled.

Lu Fan unzipped his pants and reached inside to rummage around.

bang-

Two cans of luncheon meat in metal containers.

bang-

Two more bottles of Qianshui Mountain mineral water.

In this dimly lit tin shack, these four items shone like gleaming gold bars, almost painful to the eyes.

"this……"

Zhang Weiguo and Zhang Xiaomin opened their mouths wide, making dry swallowing sounds.

In this slum where even rats and insects are almost gone, a can of meat is enough to make a bunch of people fight for their lives!

"Here you go!"

Lu Fan added calmly, "But it's not free! Tell me everything you know about this place! I can add two more cans!"

"Two more cans?!"

Zhang Weiguo felt like his heart was about to stop beating.

What exactly happened to this young man? Did he carry a supermarket with him?

Zhang Xiaomin picked up a can of luncheon meat with trembling hands and pulled the tab.

sizzle.

The rich aroma of meat exploded in the small space, so fragrant that it made one's tongue tremble.

She swallowed hard, found a can lid, and carefully divided the meat into three portions.

He gave himself very little, gave Zhang Weiguo the most, and handed the remaining half to Lu Fan.

"You...you eat too," Zhang Xiaomin whispered.

Lu Fan pushed the can back and yawned.

"You guys eat it, this stuff is too oily, I'm tired of it."

"..."

The Zhang father and daughter almost dropped the meat on the ground because their hands trembled.

Tired of the same thing?

Is there anyone in this world who gets tired of eating luncheon meat?

Looking at Lu Fan's face, which didn't seem to be joking, she even wondered if he had robbed someone's warehouse.

The father and daughter stopped being polite and began to wolf down their food.

A few minutes later, the can was licked clean, leaving not even the grease behind.

Zhang Xiaomin took a small sip of water, and her face regained its color after a long time.

She took a crumpled card out of her inner pocket and placed it on the bed board.

"This is what I fought tooth and nail with those guys for—the permit to work underwater!"

She continued, "We refugees on the outskirts of the area receive no supplies. To survive, we have to risk our lives underwater to earn points that can be exchanged for resources!"

Lu Fan picked up the card and raised an eyebrow.

"In this vast ocean, and besides, in this mountainous region, what good things could there possibly be worth going down here to work?"

Zhang Xiaomin shook her head, her expression turning serious: "Yes! And it's quite special!"