Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

Ah Long's stronghold was a room with partitions removed, its exterior completely blocked by various abandoned shelves and furniture, barely qualifying as a "stronghold".

He paced back and forth in the room, like a caged beast, his muscles tense, each step making a thud on the floor, clearly extremely agitated.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. In his eyes, that fat woman and her gang were nothing special.

However, just when he had gained the upper hand, that kid with the gun suddenly intervened and killed two of his brothers.

Not only that, that guy is now clearly siding with Bomo, making Ah Long's situation even worse.

That gun dealt a heavy blow to the morale of his underlings. If they fought, they had no chance of winning, but if they didn't fight, that bitch Pomo wouldn't let him go either.

"Ah!" Ah Long roared, kicking over the plastic mannequin next to him, trying to vent his anger.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to the room was kicked open from the outside, and a figure tumbled in. It was the square-faced henchman who had interrupted Ah Long earlier and been yelled at by Ah Long.

The loud noise startled Ah Long, who was already on edge, so much so that he almost jumped up.

"Brother Long, something terrible has happened!" the square-faced henchman gasped, "Bo Mo's attacking!"

"What?" Ah Long's heart sank. The thing he feared most had finally happened.

He quickly pressed, "Did you see clearly? Was it really that woman who came? How many people were there?"

"There are a lot of them, a dark mass, probably about twenty! That woman called all her thugs! The gatekeeper has already been killed!" the square-faced henchman replied in a panic.

"And...and there's also that kid with the gun, he's in there too, and he's leading the group up ahead!"

"Twenty of them, and they're fucking armed..." Ah Long felt a chill run down his spine, and his back was covered in cold sweat. They'd come out in full force, ready to fight him to the death!

His first thought was to run. But there was nowhere to run. The mall was only so big; could he possibly outrun twenty people? And running out to face those monsters would be suicide.

"Brother Long, what should we do, Brother Long!" The other henchmen also gathered around one after another, panicked, and shouted all at once.

Ah Long's face twitched, but he finally forced himself to suppress his fear and swept his fierce gaze across the terrified faces of his underlings.

Knowing that all was lost, a desperate, ruthless rage surged within him. Ah Long had built his reputation on sheer madness; even if he lost today, he was determined to get a piece of that woman's flesh!

"What's the panic? Grab your weapons and let's do it!" Ah Long roared.

"So what if they outnumber us! We're all tough guys, let's fight them! At worst, we'll be back in eighteen years—"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already heard Bomo's signature loud voice and her heavy footsteps.

"Ah Long—! Get out here and face your death!"

They've arrived, just as expected. Ah Long steeled himself, grabbed the fire axe beside him, and roared at his henchmen behind him, "Hold on tight! Anyone who backs down, I'll chop them up!"

The two sides quickly came to a standoff at the entrance of the stronghold.

Bomo's side had a large and powerful force, with all sorts of weapons gleaming coldly.

Standing at the very front was the guy holding the revolver, wearing a hood so his expression couldn't be seen.

Bomo stood at the very back of the group, his massive body resembling a mountain of flesh.

On Ah Long's side, including himself, there were only about ten people, and their weapons were mostly ineffective melee weapons such as fire axes and steel pipes, which made them much less imposing.

Ah Long hid behind half a table, staring intently at the pistol in Zhao Jia's hand.

He knew he had no chance of winning, and even regretted it. He regretted sending his underlings to find people, and even regretted not finding an opportunity to reconcile with that fat woman sooner.

Just then, the guy standing at the very front of the Bomo camp suddenly took a step forward, let out a roar, and charged towards him!

This roar ignited the ferocity of Bo Mofang's henchmen. They already outnumbered each other, and with the added support of guns, they charged forward with Zhao Jia, howling as they did so.

Bomo's fat face was full of smiles, as if she could already see Ah Long being hacked to death. She even hesitated whether to keep Zhao Jia alive instead of killing him and taking his gun later.

Ah Long's underlings were terrified, and two of the more timid ones had already begun to quietly shrink back, looking for a chance to escape.

However, just as Bo Mo's underlings left the cover and rushed out with Zhao Jia less than two steps, Zhao Jia suddenly braked, abruptly stopping their forward momentum!

Immediately afterwards, he turned around sharply, the muzzle of his revolver aimed precisely at Bomo in the distance!

Bomo was completely unprepared for this turn of events; the smile on her face froze instantly, and her pupils contracted sharply.

However, her instincts honed over years of experience in the underworld saved her. Almost the instant Zhao Jia turned his gun, her massive 300-pound body slid to the ground with an agility completely disproportionate to her size!

"Thump!"

With a dull thud, Bomo fell to the ground in a sorry state, like a hippopotamus that had come ashore, which was quite comical.

"Bang!"

The bullet whistled past Bomo's head and struck the wall behind her.

"Bomo wants to kill me and take my gun! Ah Long, I'm on your side now!" Zhao Jia's roar echoed throughout the room.

"Zhao Jia! You traitorous bastard—!" Bo Mo finally recovered from her shock, realized what had happened, and was furious.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Your white-haired lover is still with me! Aren't you afraid I'll chop her up?"

"You should worry about yourself first!" Zhao Jia ignored him, and once again pointed the dark muzzle of his gun steadily at Bo Mo, raising his hand to fire another shot.

Xia Zhaozhao is no longer with you, and she's even more difficult to deal with than I am, Zhao Jia thought to himself, and pursed his lips indifferently.

Ah Long and his henchmen finally snapped out of their daze and realized what had happened—the guy with the gun had betrayed them!

He turned the tide of the battle in an instant, and Bomo and her henchmen fled in terror under the guns.

Upon realizing all this, an unbelievable surge of joy erupted from Ah Long's heart.

Damn, this is a savior from heaven! It's like God himself handed victory to him!

Having survived the ordeal, and listening to his heart pounding wildly, Ah Long realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Brothers, what are you standing there for!" Ah Long snapped out of his daze and roared deafeningly, "Which brother has turned to the light! Charge! Kill them all!"

After saying that, he took the lead and charged out with a few of his henchmen who had reacted and were howling, launching a counterattack against the fleeing Bo Mofang!

Having experienced all this, Bomo's men had lost all will to fight and instantly collapsed, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

"Hahaha—hahahaha!"

After completely driving away Bo Mo's men and confirming that they were far away, Ah Long threw away the fire axe in his hand and let out a wild laugh.

He strode up to Zhao Jia, stood on tiptoe, and patted Zhao Jia's shoulder forcefully, his tone as warm as if he were seeing his own father:

"Good, good brother! Your name is Zhao Jia, right? You're brave and resourceful, a true genius! I, Ah Long, have never admired anyone this much in my life, you're one of them!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, almost spitting on Zhao Jia's face: "From today onwards, you're the second-in-command here! Besides me, you're the most important person!"