Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan's gaze fell on Song Han's back.

Was that woman Cheng Xue?

I remember that after she returned to Xihuan Mountain with Song Qi, the third young master of the Song family, and others, she disappeared without a trace. Why is she suddenly appearing by Song Han's side now?

Lu Fan sized her up.

At this moment, Cheng Xue stood in the shadows like a doll.

She wore a backless dress, her spine ramrod straight, but her eyes were fixed on the ground, and she didn't dare to meet Lu Fan's gaze.

"That's interesting..."

Lu Fan sneered inwardly.

Cheng Xue, a woman of such strong will, has now become so timid and submissive. It seems that Song Han has some kind of leverage over her.

At his feet, the defense captain, seeing Song Han arrive, immediately struggled desperately to push away Lu Fan's foot and crawled towards Song Han like a dog with a broken spine, leaving bloodstains all over the ground.

"Young Master Song! Save me! These refugees have rebelled!"

Lu Fan didn't stop her; instead, he stood still and confronted Song Han.

"What? Do I have to consider your opinion, the master, before I can hit this dog?"

Song Han smiled, holding her glasses, and looked at the guard captain who was crawling over. She took a half step back in disgust, afraid that the blood would get on her pants.

"Mr. Lu, you flatter me! Who doesn't know you're a big shot on Dongdao Island these days? The Dongdao slums have become incredibly well-organized under your care, and even Old Master Wang looks up to you!"

Song Han glanced around and said meaningfully, "In my opinion, if this trend continues, the Wang family of Dongdao will probably have to change their surname to Lu before long, won't they?"

These words were spoken.

The expressions of the young members of the Wang family around them changed instantly.

"Hey, you surnamed Song! Stop being so self-righteous!"

A young man from the Wang family rushed out, pointed at Song Han and cursed, then turned and glared fiercely at Lu Fan.

"And you! You surnamed Lu! Don't think you're something special just because the old man gave you a job!"

Another member of the Wang family chimed in, "Exactly! A bunch of filthy beggars! Letting you in is a favor to the old man! They want to covet the Wang family's East Island? They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror! No way!"

Lu Fan looked expressionlessly at this group of fools being used as pawns and couldn't help but shake his head.

Song Han's move was dirty.

He became the target of public criticism with just a few words of praise, without the person even getting involved.

It seems this man has decided to stop pretending!

"It seems the Wang family's upbringing isn't as profound as the Song family's!" Lu Fan replied casually, his eyes filled with disdain.

Just then, a frivolous laugh came from behind the crowd.

"Wow! It's so lively here?"

A man with a beer belly walked over with his arms around two women.

It's Qin Feng.

He was wearing a white suit that was too small for his size, his fat bulging the buttons tightly, and his face was shiny with oil.

He had a young model on his left arm, and his right arm around... Chu Xin?

At this moment, Chu Xin was wearing a light red dress, her face was covered with thick powder, and her lips were an unnatural red.

Her eyes were as cloudy as a dead fish, and they also exuded a sense of madness and morbidity.

What's most shocking is her hands.

She was holding Qin Feng's arm, and it was noticeable that her left little finger and ring finger were missing.

Only two bare, fleshy stumps remained, just beginning to scab over, as if they had been deliberately cut off.

"Young Master Qin..."

Chu Xin was practically pressed against Qin Feng, her voice trembling with a sweet, cloying tone, "Don't lower yourself to the level of such a lowly person. He's a vermin, not even worth a toe of yours!"

"Hahaha! Well said!"

Qin Feng laughed loudly, and his thick hand suddenly pinched the soft flesh on Chu Xin's waist and twisted it hard.

Chu Xin shuddered in pain, but still managed a seductive smile: "Young Master Qin is so strong...so manly...I love him so much..."

Lu Fan watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

One is a pervert, the other is a jerk; they're a perfect match.

He couldn't be bothered to look any further, turned around and waved to Zhang Xiaomin: "Let's go inside, we don't want to bother with these people!"

"Wait!"

Qin Feng suddenly released his grip, took a step forward, and blocked the way.

His small eyes swept over Lu Fan, and then he suddenly smiled in an extremely lewd manner.

"Chu Xin, my darling, doesn't this guy seem to be your ex-boyfriend?"

Chu Xin's eyes darted away slightly, and she hummed in agreement.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Qin Feng clapped his hands and pointed at Lu Fan, "Hey! Tie this kid up! I just broke one of my toys, and he seems pretty durable, perfect as a number three toy!"

He turned to look at the Wang family members, his tone contemptuous: "Your Wang family has no objections, right?!"

The members of the Wang family exchanged glances, their faces showing schadenfreude.

"Young Master Qin, please go ahead! This person has absolutely no relation to our Wang family!"

"He's lucky to be willing to take this kind of trash!"

With the support of the Wang family, Qin Feng became even more unscrupulous.

With a wave of his hand, seven or eight Qin family guards immediately surrounded him.

At the very back of this group, Qin Yuan, the S-class mutant and commander-in-chief of the defense force, stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching them.

"Lu Fan..." Song Han stood to the side, adjusted her glasses, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Let me see how you handle an S-class mutant! Don't disappoint me!"

Meanwhile, on the terrace not far away.

Ning Chuan chewed gum, propped his elbows on the railing, and looked on with amusement.

"Sis, look at that kid, he's about to die but he's still pretending to be calm! Although Qin Yuan is the weakest among the S-rank fighters of Xihuan Mountain, once he gets his ancient martial arts going, even I might not be able to finish the fight quickly!"

Ning Ning sat on the railing, swinging her long legs in over-the-knee socks, a strawberry lollipop in her mouth, and mumbled, "I think he's pretty handsome... Bro, shall we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?"

"I bet he wins!" Ning Ning took out a lollipop, pointed it at Lu Fan, and said, "If he wins, I want three bags of freeze-dried strawberries!"

"Ha! You're giving me money!" Ning Chuan laughed. "Fine! If he loses and gets captured by Qin Feng, this Haijing Technology fan is mine!"

"make a deal!"

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense in front of the field.

The Qin family guards had closed to within five meters.

Lu Fan stood calmly in place, blue data rapidly scrolling across his right retina.

[Human | Hazard Level 3 | Weaknesses Marked]

They were all small, insignificant fish.

"Looks like there's no escaping it!"

Lu Fan cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds. "Perfect, make an example of him! It'll stop any Tom, Dick, or Harry from daring to step on him."

"Go for it! Just break their legs!" Qin Feng shouted excitedly.

Several guards suddenly sprang up, their clubs whistling as they slammed towards Lu Fan's knees.

Lu Fan's eyes sharpened.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, shattering the floor tiles with his left foot, and leaned forward like an iron mountain.

boom!

An elbow strike landed squarely on the Adam's apple of the person at the very front.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he clutched his throat and collapsed to his knees, his face turning purple.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Fan sidestepped another baton, grabbed the man's wrist with his other hand, and twisted it forcefully.

Click!

The arm was twisted like a pretzel.

Lu Fan then kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying five or six meters and knocking over his companion behind him.

Less than three seconds.

All the guards fell to the ground, their cries of agony filling the air.

"Wow? You've got something!"

Ning Chuan spat out his chewing gum, his eyes lighting up. "That was ruthless! Every move was aimed at crippling them! These guys' later lives will probably be worse than death!"

Zhang Xiaomin and the others watched from behind, their palms sweating. If Lu Fan lost, the refugee slum they had worked so hard to build would collapse.

"Lu Fan..." Shen Qingyue stood at the back, gently biting her lip, her nails digging bloody marks into her palms. "You bastard, please don't die... who am I supposed to ask for your money if you die!"

Looking at the guards lying on the ground, Qin Feng's smile froze.

He hadn't expected this refugee to be such a formidable fighter.

"Uncle Qin Yuan! Get rid of him! Kill him for me!" Qin Feng roared in a fit of rage.

Qin Yuan, who hadn't moved an inch, finally took a step.

His steps were slow, and there seemed to be an eerie rhythm to them.

"Not bad, but not impressive enough!"

Qin Yuan's voice carried an air of arrogant superiority, "At most, you're probably just a Grade A mutant! You should be proud of yourself for forcing me to take action!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll just cripple your limbs and turn you into a human pig!"

The moment the words fell.

Qin Yuan's figure suddenly disappeared.

It's not teleportation.

It's because it's too fast, so fast that only afterimages remain.

call--!

A gust of evil wind rushed straight to my face.

Lu Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The True Sight Eyes kept flashing alarms, with red frames blinking wildly in the field of vision.

So fast!

This is not simply physical speed; it is a bizarre martial arts technique!

Lu Fan instinctively raised his arms to block.

Boom!

Qin Yuan delivered a powerful high kick to Lu Fan's arm.

The immense force sent a jolt through Lu Fan's bones, and he slid backward three or four meters before coming to a stop, his shoes even leaving two scorch marks on the red carpet.

"It's not over yet!"

Qin Yuan's voice rang in my ears.

Lu Fan reacted quickly, using his waist to forcefully twist his body, instantly summoning and equipping the Mantis Blade Armor.

Clang!

A flash of black metallic luster.

The mantis blade, gleaming with a cold light, shot out, carrying a chilling killing intent, and stabbed straight behind him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Yuan's eyes.

He hadn't expected this refugee to have such high-tech equipment.

But he is, after all, an S-class.

Just as the blade was about to pierce his heart, his body folded backward at an angle that defied the laws of physics, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Hiss!

The front of his formal dress was ripped open.

Qin Yuan quickly retreated more than ten meters and stood still, with a bloody gash on his chest.

Everyone present was shocked.

No one expected that Lu Fan could actually fight against an S-class mutant, and even injure him!