Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

In front of the tin-roofed house not far away.

The two bespectacled men and the sausage-lipped man who had been crying and begging for their fathers were now blocking the entrance with several burly men.

"Old Zhang is hiding inside pretending to be dead, isn't he! Brothers, smash it!"

The bespectacled man picked up a wooden stick and swung it hard against the door frame.

It smashed a huge crater.

"You bastard! Don't you dare touch my dad!"

A delicate shout.

Zhang Xiaomin rushed out and kicked the bespectacled man in the stomach.

"vomit--"

The bespectacled man even spat out bile, and was sent flying backward.

Just as the two burly men next to him were about to make a move, Zhang Xiaomin delivered a low sweeping leg kick, followed by a swift elbow strike.

Two loud bangs.

The two men collapsed to the ground one after the other, clutching their chests and wailing in the mud.

Lu Fan sat on the rock behind him, observing Zhang Xiaomin with great interest.

This girl's movements were clean and efficient, and her striking points were precise.

He could easily handle three opponents at once.

Unfortunately, they held back in every move, only hitting the weak points and not the fatal ones.

With a little training, he should be a great helper!

"Brother Jiang! It's this bitch!"

Sausage Lips, terrified, hid behind, clutching the hem of a burly man with a crew cut, and pointed at Zhang Xiaomin, crying, "And that man! They're the ones who crippled Brother Ma Yubo!"

The man called Brother Jiang pushed him away, twisted his neck, and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

He was 1.8 meters tall, muscular, and had a glossy bronze complexion.

"Jiang Wei, a Class B mutant!"

He spat out the toothpick from his mouth, his gaze sweeping coldly over Zhang Xiaomin: "You two vagrants are getting tired of messing with Boss Ma's brother, aren't you?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the mud and water beneath Jiang Wei's feet exploded instantly.

too fast!

Zhang Xiaomin only felt a blur before her eyes, and before she could raise her hand to block, she was grabbed by the neck and slammed to the ground, splashing a cloud of filth.

"Cough..."

Jiang Wei placed one foot on Zhang Xiaomin's forearm and looked up at Lu Fan.

"Hey kid! Get your ass over here, or I'll break your woman's hand!"

Lu Fan sneered and strolled forward leisurely.

"First of all, she's not my woman!"

"Secondly, aren't you being unreasonable...?"

Jiang Wei laughed when he heard that.

"Hahaha! Reason with me? Well, I'll talk to you then..."

The voice hasn't fallen

boom!

A loud bang exploded in the rain.

Lu Fan now held a Type 64 pistol in his hand, with smoke still rising from the muzzle.

At this moment, Jiang Wei's expression froze, and a dark, bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.

Without even a chance to react, he fell straight backward.

The entire room fell silent.

A few seconds later, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"A gun! That's a gun!"

"Jiang Wei is dead?! A Class B mutant was killed instantly?!"

The onlookers screamed and fled in terror, instantly clearing a large open space.

The man with sausage lips and glasses slumped to the ground, his face filled with fear.

Oh no... this grandpa is a real grandpa!

Lu Fan put away his gun, walked over, and helped Zhang Xiaomin up.

He picked up a watermelon knife from the ground and shoved it into Zhang Xiaomin's hand.

"Kill them!"

Zhang Xiaomin gripped the knife, her hand trembling.

"I……"

"Tsk! You don't dare?" Lu Fan frowned, his tone revealing impatience.

"If you don't kill them today, you and your father will be the ones who die!"

"If you don't want to be fish on the chopping block, you have to learn how to kill!"

Zhang Xiaomin was startled and turned to look at the small tin shack.

She seemed to have figured something out and slowly walked towards the sausage-lipped man.

"Heroine...heroine! Grandma! Spare me!"

The sausage-lipped man knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, "I was wrong! I was forced into it..."

puff.

The knife tip pierced the side of the sausage-lipped man's abdomen.

"ah--!!"

Sausage Lips let out a pig-like scream, clutching his abdomen and writhing wildly on the ground.

"Idiot! And you're supposed to be a martial arts student!"

Lu Fan said coldly, "Thick abdominal fat means he'll die too slowly and give the enemy an opening! Three inches higher, stab his heart!"

Zhang Xiaomin, panting heavily, pulled out the knife, warm blood splattering on her face.

As she watched the man writhing and wailing, the fear in her eyes gradually turned into a hint of ruthlessness.

Lu Fan is right...

This is the end times.

If you don't kill someone, someone will kill you.

As a woman, if she didn't act tough, she would likely be humiliated to death...

Zhang Xiaomin took a deep breath and suddenly swung the knife.

puff!

This time, the blade pierced the man's left chest with pinpoint accuracy.

The screams abruptly stopped.

The sausage lips twitched twice, then dared not move again.

"Three more left, let's change tactics!"

Lu Fan's gaze swept over the two people on the ground, as well as the bespectacled man who was frantically trying to squeeze into the crowd.

Zhang Xiaomin did not pursue it.

After swiftly dispatching the two men on the ground, he raised the knife above his head, leaned forward, and threw it with a sudden thud.

call out!

A cold glint flashed across the rain.

It pierced the bespectacled man's back with pinpoint accuracy, until the hilt was gone.

The bespectacled man collapsed to the ground, scratched his head twice with his fingers, and then fell completely silent.

Zhang Xiaomin took a deep breath, stood in the rain, looked at her blood-stained hands, and couldn't believe she had killed four people...

"Well done!"

Lu Fan walked over and patted her stiff shoulder. "Go check on your father; he seems to have fainted!"

Zhang Xiaomin immediately snapped out of her daze and stumbled into the house.

Lu Fan kicked the corpse on the ground and glanced at the group of refugees who were peering out in the distance.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it casually.

"You guys, come here."

A few unlucky onlookers, who loved watching the spectacle, were startled when a gun was pointed at them. They turned pale with fright and timidly moved over.

"B-Big Brother...we were just watching the fun, it's not a capital offense!"

Lu Fan smiled, patted one of them on the shoulder, and said gently.

"Silly boy, I'm being reasonable! How could I kill people indiscriminately? Go and throw these bodies into the sea for me!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and quickly dragged the corpses toward the sea.

"etc."

Lu Fan stopped one of them, "Where does Ma Yubo live? Lead the way!"

Now that we've taken action, we must nip it in the bud and eliminate any future troubles!

soon.

Led by this man, Lu Fan arrived at a wooden house built on a high ground. It was supported by moisture-proof wooden stakes and even had a small terrace.

"Great offer! It's mine now!"

Lu Fan pushed open the door and went in.

The room was warm and cozy, with a stove burning inside.

On the bed, Ma Yubo was wrapped up like a mummy, with only his eyes and nostrils showing, groaning as his woman fed him medicine.

Upon seeing Lu Fan walk in, the woman who had been feeding him the medicine quickly retreated to the wall, covered her head, and begged for mercy.

Lu Fan ignored her, walked to the bedside, and looked down at Ma Yubo's terrified eyes.

"Ugh! Ugh!!"

He tried desperately to shrink into the corner of the bed, but he couldn't move his entire body.

"You survived that kick? You're pretty tough!"

Lu Fan shook his hand and twisted his neck: "Don't be afraid, take a deep breath, I'm here to help you!"

He grabbed Ma Yubo by the neck with one hand, lifted him up, and walked out of the wooden house.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Ma Yubo struggled frantically, letting out desperate sobs.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Fan carried Ma Yubo to the shore without making any unnecessary movements.

With a loosening of his grip, the powerful Vajra Kick was unleashed.

"Get out of here!"

Pfft!

Ma Yubo traced a graceful arc in the air before plunging into the sea and being swallowed by the water.

Lu Fan clapped his hands and turned to look at the refugees gathered outside the wooden house.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, some with fear, some with awe, and some with fascination.

Lu Fan greeted everyone with a warm smile on his face and a gun in his hand.

"From now on, we'll be neighbors. If you have any opinions, feel free to tell me. I'm a very reasonable person!"

No one dared to speak.

The logic behind that statement was terrifying!

At this moment, a few quick-witted refugees squeezed out from the crowd and bowed and scraped as they approached.

"Big brother! You're amazing! We want to be your underlings!"

"To be a lackey?"

The group nodded quickly and began to promote themselves.

"Big brother! We have to remind you, that Ma Saibo is an A-level mutant. He's on business in North Island these days and will be back in a few days. You...you have to be careful!"

Lu Fan waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it's just Ma Saibo! Since you want to be my underlings, then you'll have to offer your pledge of loyalty."

He took a can of luncheon meat out of his bag and tossed it in his hand.

"Go find all of Ma Yubo's lackeys and clean them up! Whoever does the best job gets this jar of meat!"

The group instantly became agitated.

That's meat!

In an instant, the group, their eyes red, rushed to every corner of the slum and began to sweep away the remnants of the Ma brothers' gang.

……

After finishing his chores, Lu Fan returned to the tin shack.

Zhang Weiguo had already woken up and was leaning against the headboard, listening to Zhang Xiaomin recount everything that had just happened, tears streaming down his face.

"Mr. Lu...you are so kind and benevolent..."

"Alright! You'll still have to do things for me from now on!"

Lu Fan leaned against the doorframe, pointed outside, and said, "Pack up, let's move! Ma Yubo's wooden house is spacious; it'll be our new base!"

"Really?!" Zhang Xiaomin looked up abruptly, in disbelief.

Why would I lie to you?

Lu Fan looked at the busy crowd outside the window, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"This Dongfu slum needs a new boss! I need manpower to turn this place into our territory!"

Since we're going to be stuck here for a while, we need a proper logistical base.

It would be too tiring and too slow for him to do it all by himself.

He wants to establish a new order here for his own use.