I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Once the flock of ghost-faced crows had traversed the distance of this black torrent, the black torrent seemed to come alive and began to flow rapidly, forming a cage that trapped them all inside.

The black torrent flowed faster and faster, reaching speeds comparable to a machine gun bullet leaving the barrel, before sweeping outwards and wreaking havoc among the crows like a meat grinder!

At this point, some observant people noticed something amiss: what wasn't dust at all, but rather grains of iron filings!

Meanwhile, the iron sand swirling wildly in the air continued to flow at an accelerated pace, and sparks could be faintly seen emerging from within. Before long, the sparks almost covered the entire black torrent, like ribbons of flame, dazzling and eye-catching.

However, beauty often symbolizes death.

The fiery ribbons in the sky were a spectacular sight for those below, but for the flock of masked crows above, it was a far cry from the spectacle.

If they were even slightly touched by the fiery ribbons, they would instantly turn into a pile of flames, burning away completely in the sky, leaving not a single feather behind.

In an instant, the sky was ablaze with color, as if fireworks were being set off, and the ghost crows were lit up like bright flames, illuminating the entire street.

The area encompassed by the iron sand began to shrink gradually, and the flock of ghost-faced crows inside couldn't get out at all. The cage seemed to have large gaps, but every time they were about to rush out, countless ribbons of fire would sweep in at a very tricky angle, taking them all away in one go.

Until the cage formed by the fiery ribbons dissipated, there wasn't a single ghost crow left in the sky.

At this moment, the black torrent stopped flowing, and the flowing flames gradually dissipated, but still retained extremely high temperatures, distorting the surrounding air.

The next instant, the black torrent of iron sand changed its target and swept towards the mutated species downstairs.

Chapter Eighty: The Spirited Old Wang

Downstairs at the hotel, a considerable number of mutated species had gathered, filling the entire street and clearly visible under the illumination of the flames in the sky.

The majority of the creatures inside are still zombies, with the rest being zombie dogs, zombie cats, and a small number of blue-faced ghouls.

What's strange is that none of the usually formidable predators were seen this time, and the reason for this is unknown.

"Ah - sneeze!"

Mu Mu, who was indoors, suddenly sneezed and wondered if she had caught a cold because she had stayed up all night on a mission.

...

Because the entire street is only about 20 meters wide, the mutated species can only move within a certain range. Taking one more step is not an option, and taking one more step back is too crowded. In short, they are in a state where they cannot move.

Crowded together, their fate was naturally no better than that of the flock of masked crows in the sky.

The black torrent stopped using any sophisticated techniques and charged straight into the monster horde. With such a dense concentration of targets and such a singular movement, they were practically sitting ducks on the battlefield! What need was there for any techniques? Just sweep them all away and that was it.

After the black torrent rushed into the cluster of mutated species, it cut down the mutated species like wheat in its wake, one after another, they fell to the ground, bursting out clouds of blood mist from their bodies, their painful roars echoing endlessly, and the entire street was filled with a strong smell of blood.

If you went down, you could see that the mutated species swept by the black torrent had countless tiny holes on their bodies, covering every corner of their entire bodies, and crimson blood was flowing out of these tiny holes continuously.

After being washed away by the black torrent, the streets were finally much cleaner. Although the corpses and blood all over the ground were disgusting, it was much quieter now, wasn't it?

After clearing away some stragglers, the black torrent suddenly lost control, spilling all over the ground and returning to Mother Earth's embrace.

Only then did the stunned crowd realize that the mutated species that had once seemed to have never existed here, with only the corpses on the ground proving that they had been here!

The soldiers began to wonder if they were just there to make up the numbers.

Who exactly is this thing? It wiped out all the mutated species like a windshield wiper?

"An iron torrent"...it certainly lives up to its name now!

While everyone was still in shock, a person stepped off the helicopter, attracting everyone's attention.

Could this be the man who just displayed his divine power and was known as the "Iron Torrent"? Everyone began to scrutinize the demeanor of this super god.

Well, that's not exactly impressive...

With his straight hair and bangs, white long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and always polished black leather shoes, if he hadn't stepped out of a helicopter, everyone would have thought he was just an ordinary office worker passing by.

If Yan Ziming were here, she would definitely recognize him as Old Wang, the NTR enthusiast she had met once before!

As Wang Haoran stepped off the plane, he saw the soldiers giving him "stares," and he couldn't help but feel smug, fantasizing about his glorious career.

However, he hadn't been immersed in his imagination for long when he was almost scared out of his wits by the sound coming from behind him!

"Ah, Lao Wang, it's actually you who came this time! I haven't seen you in so long!"

[Holy crap! The command center said my assigned partner is this she-devil?!]

Old Wang stiffly turned his head and forced a smile:

"Haha, Sister Mu Mu, it's been so long since we last met! It's been two years, hasn't it?"

When Mu Mu, who was leading the children to the rooftop, saw that the person who came was Old Wang, she was also taken aback for a moment. Two years had passed, and the person in front of her had become an eighth-level ability user who was no less than her, and in some aspects even surpassed her.

However, despite both being eighth-tier ability users, Old Wang was clearly afraid of Mu Mu, his face full of timidity, as if afraid of displeasing Mu Mu. His bowing and scraping completely destroyed any semblance of authority he had just established.

"Enough talk, get these kids on the plane first. I have some things to do, so I'll leave this to you."

"Huh? Where are you going? Didn't the military send you and me to escort these children?"

Mu Mu didn't take Lao Wang's advice seriously and said in a commanding tone, "Don't worry about it, just do as I say."

"Sigh... alright then, but are you really not going to reconsider?" Old Wang advised Mu Mu not to leave, but he was secretly overjoyed.

He was trying to avoid this female demon as much as possible, and now that she had taken the initiative to leave, he naturally agreed wholeheartedly!

However, as one of the key figures in this operation, Lao Wang still had to pretend to try to persuade him to stay, otherwise the military would definitely cause him trouble.

Who is Mu Mu? The clever girl saw through Lao Wang's pretense at a glance, and with something on her mind, she changed her mind and said, "Then forget it, I'll stay and help you with the mission."

Old Wang's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Chapter 81 Can you call me Onii-chan?

"Hmph! I knew you weren't being sincere."

Mu Mu snorted coldly, startling Old Wang so much that he quickly said:

"No way! With you here, I can relax and have some peace and quiet, can't I?" Old Wang's fawning attitude was so obsequious it gave me goosebumps.

"Alright, enough with the nice talk. There's one more person you have to take good care of. If anything happens to her, I'll throw your little brother into another dimension so you can never find him again. Do you believe me or not?" Mu Mu glanced at Old Wang's crotch, the implication of which was self-evident.

Old Wang felt a chill in his lower body, instinctively clenched his legs together, and shivered. He then stretched out his stiff hand and made an OK sign.

"No problem, boss, I've got this covered!"

While they were talking, all twenty-odd children had boarded the plane, and the two helicopters had taken off one after another. Only one helicopter remained, the one that Old Wang had gotten off in, was still in place.

Old Wang remembered a question: "By the way, Big Sister, who is the person you said you wanted me to take care of...?"

Mu Mu looked towards the staircase leading to the rooftop, and Old Wang followed her gaze.

Several people hurriedly came up through the door: Lin Shuqi and her sister, and Ye Qianxue carrying Yan Ziming. They were so engrossed in taking photos that they didn't arrive until everyone else had boarded the plane.

If Lin Shuqi hadn't insisted on dragging them up, they might have been late again.

"How many times has this happened?" Lin Shuqi thought to herself.

Why is it that every time I'm with them, I always end up being late or about to be late?

"She's the one you need to take care of." Mu Mu pointed to Yan Ziming in Ye Qianxue's arms.

Old Wang rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly, "Is this Zi Mo? No, no... how come there are two?"

In Lao Wang's eyes, two adorable girls who looked exactly alike appeared in front of him, and for a moment he was dumbfounded and couldn't tell which one was the Yan Zimo he knew.

Ye Qianxue chuckled, pressing her pretty face close to Yan Ziming's cheek, and said with some pride, "I'm her sister! My name is Ye Qianxue. Uncle, do you know my older sister?"

[Sisters? They look so alike! Are you sure they're not clones or something?]

Old Wang thought to himself, but still politely said, "Yes, we met in a meeting in the conference room. Zi Mo is a very nice girl..." As he said this, he felt a chill in his crotch again and quickly looked around, finally fixing his gaze on Mu Mu, who was staring at his lower body with a cold gaze.

Old Wang felt a sense of foreboding. "How did I manage to provoke this female demon this time?"

Fortunately, Mu Mu's gaze didn't linger for long before she shifted her attention back to Yan Ziming.

"Anyway, you better get this done! If she makes any mistakes, you'll regret it."

She gently stroked Yan Ziming's cheek, and the next second, a flash of silver light appeared. A crack opened in front of Mu Mu, and she disappeared after stepping into it.

Old Wang wiped the cold sweat from his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Ye Qianxue, "Is your sister injured?"

"Yes, I've been through a bit..." Ye Qianxue's tone was somewhat angry and disappointed.

"I see... I know a seventh-tier healing ability user I'm on good terms with. I'll have her take a look at your sister when we get back."

"Really?" Ye Qianxue was overjoyed. Her biggest wish right now was for her older sister to recover soon.

And this is a level seven healer! With such a powerful healer, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for my sister to recover from her injuries?

Old Wang laughed and said, "Of course it's true. After all, the boss told us to take good care of you."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Uh... why do both sisters' first impressions of me both seem to be of an old man?

"I'm talking about Miss Ye Qianxue..."

"Just call me Qianxue!" Seeing that the uncle in front of her was willing to find a seventh-level healing ability user for Yan Ziming, Ye Qianxue had a very good impression of Old Wang, so she specially allowed him to call her by her abbreviation!

"Okay... Chiyuki-chan, could you please not call me 'uncle'? I'm only 29 years old this year. You can call me... well, it would be even better if you could call me 'Onii-chan'..." Old Wang expressed his wish, a wish that seemed impossible to achieve.

"But my older sister told me that once a man is over 18, he's considered an uncle with a beer belly!" Ye Qianxue said, repeating what Yan Ziming had said.

Upon hearing this, Old Wang's lips twitched.