Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

In the mall lobby, two groups of people were on the verge of exchanging blows.

"I think that man could be completely stuffed into Bomo's belly." Zhao Jia commented, looking at the mountain-like woman and the man who was as small as a small fist.

"Sigh, it's too far away, I can't hear what they're cursing at all," Xia Zhaozhao complained in a low voice from behind the crack in the door. "How boring, they haven't started fighting after all this time."

"It won't come to a fight." Xiao Shen's voice came from behind Xia Zhaozhao. "Neither side is confident of victory, and neither side will easily overturn the table."

"By the way, which side is that quack doctor's son on?" Zhao Jia turned to look at Xiao Shen and asked.

"They should be with Ah Long, being protected by him."

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As expected, the two sides did not actually fight; the argument ended hastily after a few shouts and curses. After the mountain of flesh woman retreated, Ah Long returned to his stronghold.

It was a large room next to the shopping mall, where a partition had been removed.

The moment he stepped into the stronghold, a sinister glint flashed across Ah Long's face. He didn't speak, his sharp gaze sweeping over his men, looking for an unlucky soul to vent his earlier rage on.

When his gaze fell on a young henchman standing slightly behind, Ah Long suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.

"Damn it, you have no manners! Who told you to stand here!" Ah Long roared, throwing an uppercut at the henchman's stomach. The henchman groaned and curled up into a ball.

At this moment, Jiang Zi and A Long's other henchmen were sitting timidly to one side, watching everything that was happening in front of them with fear.

Ah Long, this short, muscular man, was suppressing the surrounding crowd with his mad dog-like personality and chilling eyes.

He particularly enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by fear, and his shrewd eyes concealed an ambition that was disproportionate to his physique.

"So what if you've made it big!" Ah Long shook the blood off his hands, a malicious smile on his face.

"You fat pig, your backers can't help you now. Once I catch you, I'll slowly inject potassium chloride into your veins so you can experience how my 'master' died!" Ah Long muttered fiercely to himself.

"Boss, she's too fat, we can't find any veins," a square-faced henchman suddenly blurted out.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed! You little brother aren't allowed to talk back to your big brother!" Ah Long suddenly turned his head and roared at the square-faced little brother.

After venting his frustrations, Ah Long reassessed the situation. He realized that he still lacked manpower. Although the support of that 300-pound woman was no longer effective in the apocalypse, he still didn't have enough men.

Even now, the odds of going head-to-head with that guy are still not high. He thought about it and realized he needed more cannon fodder.

"There must be quite a few people hiding here, right?" Ah Long turned to his henchmen beside him and asked in a gloomy tone.

"Brother Long, there really is one. I remember there's one hiding in that pet grooming shop owned by the man surnamed Jiang." A quick-witted henchman immediately stepped forward and whispered his report.

"Is he that kid's father?" Ah Long asked, pointing at Jiang Zi, who was trembling on the sofa.

"No, boss, Jiang Fu is faster than anyone else. He disappeared as soon as we heard the news," the square-faced henchman answered honestly.

Upon hearing this, Ah Long sneered, his gaze returning to Jiang Zi, his eyes filled with mockery: "Your father is truly a good-for-nothing. Why didn't he just come here?"

"Since you helped me kill someone, I won't treat him unfairly."

"He...he doesn't know anything." Jiang Zi raised her head shakily, her voice trembling, trying to defend her father.

He deceived his father, making him believe that they were injecting people with saline solution, that the accident was just a normal "medical malpractice," that he could cover it up with his connections, and that he was just doing some unethical small business to make money without killing anyone, instead of being involved in the gangsters' business and becoming a link in their chain.

"Forget it, who cares who they are!" Ah Long waved his hand impatiently. "Bring them all in, even if they're not the only ones! Beat them until they submit!"

"It's always good to have more cannon fodder," he thought, and casually picked out three burly henchmen to go forward, ready to capture the unlucky guy hiding in that place.

A pet care shop some time later.

The door was kicked open suddenly, and three tall figures blocked the entrance.

A bald man squeezed in through the door. When he saw there were four people in the room, he paused for a moment, then a crude smile spread across his face.

"Damn, there are four here, that's quite a lot." The bald man chuckled, a rude grin spreading across his face.

"Go to Brother Long's place, you won't be treated badly," another man said in an unfriendly tone.

"Brother Long?" Xia Zhaozhao asked.

"Hehe, that's right. As long as you can help Brother Long take down that fat woman over there, you'll have all the riches and glory in the world... Oh, you're not even a man yet?"

The bald man walked up to her with a grin, wanting to lift her hood and take a look.

"I am your father!" A furious roar rang out, and the guy in the bald man's line of sight suddenly moved, a cold light flashing towards him.

The bald man instinctively pulled his hand back, but he was still a step too slow. The stinging pain of the sharp weapon slicing through his skin instantly shot through him. He raised his right hand and saw that his arm had been slashed by the machete, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound from which blood gushed out.

"Watch out! She has a knife!" another man shouted, raising what he was holding and pointing it at Xia Zhaozhao!

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out.

However, it didn't come from the man's hands, but from Zhao Jia's revolver.

Before the man could even utter a scream, he collapsed to the ground, soiling himself and dropping whatever he was holding.

Guns, real guns!

The bald man clearly saw the old revolver fire at his side and witnessed the entire process of the bullet hitting his companion.

He was so terrified he almost wet himself.

The man's knees buckled, and he could no longer care about anything else. He knelt down with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing to the person in front of him, his voice already trembling with sobs:

"Father! You're my father! All four of you are my fathers! Don't kill me—"

The third man, who was standing a little further away, was so frightened that he turned and ran away, his figure quickly disappearing from their sight.

"There's something wrong with this raincoat. They can't even tell if I'm a man or a woman." After the men tied the bald man up, Xia Zhaozhao patted her crudely made raincoat and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"I don't think it's just a problem with the raincoat..." Zhao Jia muttered to himself as he bent down to pick up something the fallen man had dropped—a nail gun.

He test-fired a shot at the open space next to him.

With a "click," the steel nail did not shoot out.

"...The safety mechanism wasn't disengaged; it can only ejaculate when it's pressed against something." He checked and came to a conclusion.

"Even if that thing really works, it won't hurt me. Thanks anyway~" Xia Zhaozhao stepped forward and patted Zhao Jia on the shoulder.

Zhao Jia felt something was off: "However, there's another problem. I clearly felt that I missed, the muzzle was off target."

After recovering from his shock, Jiang Fu heard these words, walked over to the man who had collapsed on the ground, checked his breathing, and examined his body.

A short while later, he looked up: "...only a few scratches, he was frightened."