Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Ning Chuan raised an eyebrow. He had thought this kid was going to ask for an exorbitant amount, but he hadn't expected such a paltry condition.

Lu Fan twirled his fingers, his tone calm: "I'll bring out the item for the transaction later. If things get quiet, you two can help me raise the price. It's that simple!"

Ning Chuan paused for two seconds, then slapped Lu Fan hard on the back.

"Is that all? I thought you were going to rob a bank!" Ning Chuan laughed.

Upon hearing this, Ning Ning immediately took two steps back, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and smiled at Lu Fan.

"Great! How about we go out and have some fun after the trade fair? Like... go on a date or something!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaomin's face stiffened.

Ning Chuan, standing behind her, felt a chill run down his spine. He grabbed his younger sister by the back of her collar and pulled her backward forcefully.

"Brother, what are you doing! You've been single for so many years, and now you won't let me pursue love!" Ning Ning kicked her legs wildly and shouted angrily.

Ning Chuan stared wide-eyed, then blurted out in his local dialect, "This is love? Love you twisted dough sticks! Shut your mouth!"

After saying that, Ning Chuan smiled apologetically, "My sister just loves to joke, don't take it to heart!"

After saying that, he dragged the struggling Ning Ning toward the gate.

Looking at the two strange siblings, Lu Fan scratched the back of his head, unable to suppress his laughter.

At that moment, I felt a slight tugging sensation on my side.

Zhang Xiaomin lowered her head, clutching his suit sleeve, her pretty face slightly flushed, her voice weak: "Lu Fan... are you really going... on a date with her?"

Lu Fan glanced back at her.

This usually hot-tempered girl, who would swing a steel pipe and chop people up, was actually blushing?

Is she jealous because she likes me?

The thought had barely crossed Lu Fan's mind when he immediately dismissed it.

Wait, what's with all this talk of feelings between buddies?!

Back in college, a girl in front of him smiled at him for the entire class, and he thought he had fallen in love and went to chat her up.

As a result, the person covered their stomach, pointed at his head, and said that his messy, frizzy hairstyle was so funny that they couldn't hold it in anymore.

He had long since come to terms with one of the three great illusions of life!

"What kind of date?" Lu Fan shook his head, devoid of any emotion. "I have a ton of important business to attend to!"

……

The two walked into the hall and finally stopped in a secluded corner.

As he passed by, many people around him whispered to Lu Fan, their eyes filled with apprehension and scrutiny.

It seems that the battle to establish authority at the entrance earlier had an effect.

Not long after, Lei Hu, having dealt with the troubles outside, also squeezed over and stood beside Lu Fan, waiting for the trade fair to begin.

The heavy door was pushed open once again.

A host wearing a gold-threaded half-face mask walked onto the stage and took the microphone.

"Welcome all residents, dignitaries, and family members of Xihuan Mountain to participate in this trade fair!"

"After introducing our distinguished guests, the trade fair will officially begin!"

The audience erupted in applause, and the host pointed towards the entrance of the hall.

"Next, please give a warm round of applause to welcome Academician Wang Mingyuan, the head of the Wang family from Dongdao Island, Xihuan Mountain!"

Wang Mingyuan, dressed in a coarse cloth Zhongshan suit, walked with his hands behind his back and a very steady gait, exuding an unfathomable air that commanded the heartfelt respect of everyone present.

Behind him followed Steward Wang and a group of core disciples of the Wang family.

Immediately afterwards, a second group of figures appeared.

"Qin Haisheng, patriarch of the Qin family of Southern Island!"

The Qin family members filed in, but their steps were unsteady, and their aura was clearly suppressed by the Wang family.

"Next up, Lei Wantian, head of the Lei family of Xidao!"

A muscular old man with a white beard standing on end and a face full of fat strode in.

Upon seeing this, Lei Hu suddenly shrank his neck, his tall body wishing he could shrink into the ground, and quickly looked away.

Lu Fan couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What's wrong with you? You're acting like you've seen a ghost..."

"Hiss, that's my own grandfather..." Lei Hu rubbed his arms, his voice trembling, "The third-ranked S-class mutant in Xihuan Mountain! He beat me up since I was a child, and I have a deep psychological trauma from it. Just seeing that face makes my bones ache."

Before Lei Hu could recover, the fourth group of people walked in.

Song Han followed behind with Shen Qingyue and Cheng Xue.

Leading the way was a tough guy in a pure white suit, with a straight and upright posture.

He had short, gray hair, and his chest and back muscles made his suit bulge. His eyes revealed a stern and ruthless aura that seemed to hold the power of life and death.

"Who is this?" Lu Fan squinted and looked him over.

"The eldest young master of the Song family, Song Weilong!" Lei Hu took a deep breath. "After Dr. Song Changchun's death, he became the current clan leader. His strength is second only to Old Man Wang; he's an extremely terrifying S-class mutant. I heard that his fists can smash through half a meter thick military alloy armor plates with his bare hands!"

A half-meter-thick alloy plate?

Lu Fan gently stroked the outside of his thigh with his fingers.

That muscle density and explosiveness are really something.

I never imagined that the Song family had such a profound foundation.

As Song Weilong walked, he seemed to notice the gaze from the corner, so he turned his head and stared directly at Lu Fan.

Their eyes met.

Song Weilong grinned, revealing an extremely confident smile, then looked away and strode towards the inner area.

Lu Fan frowned; his intuition told him that he absolutely could not have a direct confrontation with this person!

……

With all the distinguished guests from the four major families having entered, the host did not lower his arm.

He cleared his throat, his voice booming, "Next, representatives of the specially invited forces will enter!"

"Please give a round of applause to the representative of the survivors' stronghold of the Great Yu!"

After saying that, Bai Jingye led Ning Chuan and his siblings, along with the other seven people, onto the red carpet.

They moved with ease, exuding the bloodthirsty aura of those who often fought in the depths of the sea, which overshadowed the pampered group from Xihuan Mountain.

then.

The other two specially invited forces followed closely behind, but their presence was considerably smaller.

Three S-class mutants entered the medium-sized stronghold in Tianbai Mountain.

The joint base, comprised of three passenger ships, saw two S-class mutant representatives arrive one after another.

however

The lobby door was still open.

The host waved his hand and announced loudly, "Finally, please welcome Sato Ichiban, representative of the Yamato!"

At that moment, a group of people walked in from outside.

They were all dressed in black samurai outfits, wearing wooden clogs, and carrying samurai swords made of special materials at their waists.

Several demure women in kimonos followed behind them.

The leader, Sato Ichiban, sported a shaved head and walked with a pigeon-toed gait. His arrogant gaze swept across the magnificent hall before he shook his head in disdain.

"How boring..."

He muttered something in the language of cherry blossoms, his voice soft but filled with deep contempt, "I thought the Dragon Kingdom might have some powerful figures who could excite me, but it turns out they're just like this!"

There weren't many people in the hall who understood the language of cherry blossoms, but everyone could see Sato's inherent arrogance and disgusting nature.

The crowd erupted instantly.

"Damn it! What were the four major families thinking? Hiring a bunch of Japanese lackeys?!"

"We haven't even settled the score for dumping nuclear waste before the apocalypse, and these dwarfs dare to act tough on our turf? Unbelievable!"

"This was definitely invited by some traitorous lackey; they're just here to disgust people!"

A chorus of insults erupted.

Sato walked inside expressionlessly.

A hot-tempered, burly man, unable to contain his anger, deliberately blocked the way and slammed his shoulder into Sato.

"Damn it, those Japanese dogs! Are they blind...?"

The burly man's curses hadn't even finished landing.

Clang—!

A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out as the sword was drawn and sheathed again, so fast that even its afterimage couldn't be caught.

The burly man stood there, stunned.

Hiss.

His thick suit instantly shredded into dozens of strips, which fell to the ground, leaving him standing in the wind wearing only his underwear.

The blade grazed his skin without breaking it, yet it exuded a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

Sato gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes revealing undisguised murderous intent.

He stared at the burly man who was trembling with fear, and spoke slowly and deliberately in extremely broken Chinese.

"Chinese from the Dragon Kingdom, if you block my way again, next time it will be your head that gets chopped off!"

This extremely arrogant provocation completely ignited the anger of the entire hall.