Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

As the sun began to set, the old warehouse in the military region's logistics area was eerily quiet, save for a few crows cawing loudly on the roof.

Meng Yaya carried her signature little yellow backpack and held a large net bag in her hand containing three aluminum lunchboxes. She walked with a bouncy, skipping gait.

Black Wind followed beside him, occasionally nudging the net with its nose and snorting, as if it had smelled something that even dogs would shake their heads at.

"Black Wind, this isn't for you to eat." Meng Yaya stretched out her chubby little hand and patted the dog's head. "This is a special feast prepared for our 'dear grandma.' Eating it will cleanse her intestines and stomach, detoxify, and beautify her skin."

Just now in the cafeteria, the head chef thought she was cute, so he specially gave her a full box of braised potato slices and two large boxes of mixed grain rice.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Ya Ya hid under the big willow tree behind the cafeteria and reached into her schoolbag with her little hand.

Consciousness sank into the space, where a lush green croton tree in the corner was waving its branches and leaves. This was a good thing; in the apocalypse, when constipated, just a lick of its leaves could make you question the meaning of life.

Ya Ya didn't dare to pick too many leaves, so she just pinched off two leaves and rubbed them slightly in her palm using her special ability.

The green leaves instantly turned into fine powder, colorless and odorless.

She opened the lunchbox lid, sprinkled the "seasoning" evenly over the potato slices and rice, and then stirred it thoroughly with chopsticks.

"All done!"

Ya Ya squinted and put the lid on. This amount was enough for the three of them to empty their intestines of last year's accumulated waste.

Upon reaching the warehouse entrance, the two young soldiers on guard saw Ya Ya, immediately stood at attention, saluted, and, suppressing a laugh, let her through. Their superior had given instructions: this little darling was going in to fulfill her filial duty, and no one was allowed to stop her.

The warehouse was cold and damp, with only a little light coming through a small skylight in the ceiling.

Wang Guifen and her family were sprawled on a haystack, groaning softly. Their day had been a rollercoaster of emotions; first, they dreamt of striking it rich, then they were dragged into this wretched place, and now they were starving.

With a loud bang, the iron gate opened.

"Grandma, Second Uncle, Little Uncle, dinner's ready!"

Meng Yaya stood at the door, backlit, her voice as sweet as a freshly baked candied sweet potato.

Upon hearing the word "food," Meng Jianjun, who had been lying motionless, jolted awake in a daze and rushed over, shouting, "Food? Is there any meat? Give it to me quickly!"

Wang Guifen, no longer caring about putting on airs, clutched her stomach and rushed forward, snatching the net bag from Ya Ya's hand.

"At least Gu Changfeng has some conscience; he didn't really want his mother to starve." Wang Guifen opened the lunchbox, and the aroma of potato and meat stew wafted out (although there was no meat, it was very oily).

"Why are there potatoes? Where's the meat?" Meng Jingui rummaged through the potatoes for a bit, looking disgusted.

Meng Yaya stood with her hands behind her back in the drafty doorway, looking completely innocent: "The head chef said all the meat was given to the soldiers. This is the leftover fat specially reserved for you, it's very fragrant. If you don't eat it, I'll feed it to Heifeng."

Black Wind beside him grinned and growled in response.

"Eat! Who said I wouldn't eat!" Meng Jianjun was afraid the dog would steal his food, so he picked up the lunchbox, ignoring the fact that it was mixed grain rice that would hurt his throat, and poured it all into his mouth.

Seeing this, Wang Guifen and Meng Jingui were not to be outdone, and they grabbed their spoons and devoured the food in a whirlwind.

This family was truly starving, and with the croton powder mixed in the oily soup, they couldn't taste anything strange at all. In less than five minutes, the three lunchboxes were upside down, and even the soup had been wiped clean by Meng Jianjun using a steamed bun.

"belch--"

Meng Jianjun let out a burp, wiped the grease off his mouth, and his roguish nature returned.

He glanced sideways at Meng Yaya: "Little brat, go get your uncle a bowl of water. This rice is too dry."

Meng Yaya didn't move, but blinked her big eyes at Meng Jianjun's stomach, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips: "Uncle, forget about the water. I'm afraid you'll get a lot of water in your stomach and won't be able to handle it."

"What do you mean?" Meng Jianjun was taken aback.

Before he could react, a muffled groan suddenly came from his stomach.

"Gurgle—"

The noise was like a meeting of ten thousand toads inside his stomach.

Meng Jianjun's face changed drastically; his previously rosy cheeks turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. A churning, excruciating pain shot straight to his lower body.

"Ouch... my stomach..."

Meng Jianjun clutched his stomach, his back instantly bending like a shrimp.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Guifen and Meng Jingui's expressions also changed.

"This...this food is poisoned!" Wang Guifen screamed, feeling as if her intestines had been tied in a knot and then suddenly pulled open, and her sphincter was about to break down.

"The outhouse! Where's the outhouse!" Meng Jingui threw down his crutch and scrambled toward the corner.

This warehouse is a temporary detention center, so there's no proper toilet. There's just an uncovered, broken wooden bucket in the corner, which used to hold swill.

"I'll go first!" Meng Jianjun was young and quick, so he pushed his mother aside and sat on the tub before even unbuttoning his pants.

"Get out of the way! That's mine!" Wang Guifen's eyes turned red with anger. At this moment, she no longer cared about maternal love and filial piety. She grabbed Meng Jianjun's hair and pulled it back.

"puff--"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

A foul stench instantly filled the enclosed warehouse.

Meng Yaya reacted quickly, retreating outside the iron gate before the "poof" even came out. She slammed the heavy iron gate shut and even thoughtfully locked it.

"You guys enjoy yourselves, I won't bother you while you fight for territory."

Ya Ya shouted through the door, covered her nose, and led Hei Feng away.

Inside the warehouse, things were in complete chaos.

The sounds of cursing, screams, and clattering all mingled together, making the young soldier on guard at the gate turn green with rage. He shuffled back more than ten meters, clutching his gun, wishing he could slice off his own nose.

"That's too ruthless..." the young soldier muttered under his breath. "With that commotion, anyone who didn't know better would think they were blowing up a bunker inside."

Meng Yaya returned home in a great mood.

Gu Changfeng was sitting in the yard cleaning his gun when he saw his daughter return empty-handed. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you deliver it?"

"It's delivered." Ya Ya climbed onto a small stool, grabbed a large gulp of cold boiled water from the table, and said, "They ate it with great relish, leaving not a single drop."

Gu Changfeng listened to the faint wails coming from afar, his lips twitched, and he put the gun back into its case: "You didn't go too far, did you? Don't let it really kill someone."

"Don't worry, Dad," Ya Ya assured him, patting her chest. "It's just helping them detox; no one's going to die. At most... their legs will be a little weak tomorrow."

That night was worse than hell for the three men in the warehouse.

The broken wooden bucket was already full, overflowing all over the ground. Later, when they couldn't grab it anymore, and the three of them were too tired to fight, they each found a corner to squat in and relieved themselves until it was dark and humid, until only yellow water remained.

Wang Guifen cursed all night long, from Lin Wanrou to Gu Changfeng, and finally even cursed the Meng family's ancestors for eighteen generations. She cursed until her throat was hoarse, but no one brought her a drink of water.

Until very early the next morning.

The sun rose as usual, and the military region's reveille sounded deafeningly.

The warehouse's large iron gate was finally opened.

Two fully armed soldiers stood at the door, looking at the horrific scene inside, and almost vomited on the spot.

"Come out! All of you, come out!"

Wang Guifen and her family, supporting each other like three dried-up corpses drained of their life force, swayed and staggered out of the stinking warehouse.

The air outside was so fresh it made them want to cry.

Meng Jianjun's legs were trembling, his trousers were soaked and covered in a hard scab, chafing his groin painfully. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and saw the recruits doing their morning exercises on the parade ground not far away.

Hundreds of young men, dressed in neat military uniforms, carrying guns, ran past shouting slogans.

"One! Two! One!"

That imposing presence, that majestic aura, that vibrant spirit.

Meng Jianjun's previously muddled mind suddenly felt as if it had been struck by lightning.