With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Only then did she remember—the good news Seventeen had told her.

"Seventeen, what was the good news you just mentioned?"

"Why don't you go into your space and take a look?"

Jiang Zhiyu flashed into the space.

Looking around, the space is still the same space.

She was a little confused: "What good news? I didn't see anything when I came in."

Seventeen circled her several times, his tone filled with a disappointed exasperation: "Go check on Tiger Tyrant!"

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback, then instantly teleported to the area where Hu Batian was active.

Then--

"ah!!!"

Two tiger cubs.

It was furry and round, nestled next to the mother tiger's belly, its eyes closed as it wriggled around, searching for milk.

One is orange, and the other is white.

The white one was pure white, without a single stray hair, and gleamed faintly under the light, as if it were sewn from the finest silk.

Jiang Zhiyu went limp and squatted down, hugging the two tiger cubs, one in each arm.

"Ahhh, so cute! How can someone be so adorable!"

The tiger cub's fur was soft and thick; holding it in her hand felt like holding two balls of cotton candy. Its chubby body wiggled in her arms, making soft "woof woof" sounds.

Especially the little white tiger—its round, watery eyes stared at the person in front of it, its pink nose twitched, and its little paws unconsciously tugged at her fingers.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart was pierced on the spot.

"Seventeen! How come there's a white tiger too? Is it because of crossbreeding that one of them is white?"

One head is orange, the other is white, fluffy and chubby—it's so cute to pet!

"It's not a hybrid." Seventeen's voice carried a rare hint of pride. "The white tiger is due to the spiritual spring. The spiritual spring in the space nourished the mother tiger, and the white tiger is a mutation induced by the spring. The probability is extremely low, one in ten thousand."

Jiang Zhiyu looked down at the white tiger cub in her arms, her eyes lighting up.

"So—this white tiger was born because of my spiritual spring?"

"That's one way to understand it. The spiritual spring nourished the mother tiger's body and improved her genes, resulting in this white tiger. The orange one, on the other hand, is normal."

Jiang Zhiyu stroked the white tiger cub's head again.

It's fluffy, soft, and has a milky smell.

Because of the spiritual spring and the good air in the space, the two tiger cubs were very clean, without any odor, and their eyes were round and bright, healthier than any cubs she had ever seen in the apocalypse.

Seventeen circled around Jiang Zhiyu, her tone revealing a sense of nonchalance: "I knew you girls liked to do this."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't tell you before they opened their eyes. They were skinny and wiry when they were born, and their eyes couldn't open. They weren't pretty at all. I only told you recently because they've grown a bit nicer."

"Yes, it really is beautiful." Jiang Zhiyu kissed the white tiger cub's forehead again with satisfaction.

Hu Batian walked over at some point, acting like a boss, rubbing his head against Jiang Zhiyu's leg, making low gurgling sounds in his throat, as if saying, "Look at me, look at me."

Jiang Zhiyu kicked him.

"Get out of the way, I want to see them."

Hu Batian let out a pitiful "Aww," took two steps back, and then came closer again.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored him and continued petting the tiger cubs.

She stroked the white tiger cub's head and then squeezed the orange tiger cub's paws, petting them back and forth for more than ten minutes before reluctantly handing the two cubs back to their mother.

"Take good care of them, okay?" She patted the tigress's head. "I'll come in to check on them from time to time."

The mother tiger responded softly, gathered the two cubs under her belly, and began to lick her fur.

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, took one last look, patted Hu Batian's head, and then flashed out of the space.

-

However, the situation was quite different at the Administration Bureau.

Ji Buzhi, like a peacock with its feathers ruffled, rushed into Zhong Dingwen's office in a flurry of activity.

"Uncle Chung! Uncle Chung! Uncle Chung!"

He rushed in, grabbed the teacup on Zhong Dingwen's table without saying a word, and gulped down all the tea in it in one go.

"call--"

Zhong Dingwen's brows furrowed deeply: "Could you please stop using my teacup to drink water from now on?"

"It's empty! It's empty!" Ji Buzhi gestured with both hands, his face flushed with excitement.

Zhong Dingwen said irritably

"Go pour it out when you have time! There's some freshly cooked over there."

I meant the warehouse was empty.

Zhong Dingwen was stunned for a moment.

Although he had known this would happen—his master had told him himself, and he believed him—he was still inevitably shaken when he heard the people below say it and witnessed the outcome with their own eyes.

A huge warehouse was emptied out just like that.

He took a deep breath, slowly sat down, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Notify everyone in the bureau to attend a meeting tomorrow morning."

His voice calmed down, regaining its decisive and efficient aura.

"Those who can still hold on, come on over. Now that the supplies have already been transported, and time is of the essence—get there as soon as possible; the sooner we get there, the sooner we can begin prevention."

Ji Buzhi quickly stepped forward: "Uncle Zhong! You can't leave me out! Jiang Zhiyu has already agreed to take me along!"

Zhong Dingwen gave him a helpless look: "Okay, okay."

Ji Buzhi was finally satisfied and turned to run out.

"stop."

Ji did not turn back.

Zhong Dingwen pointed to the teacup he was still clutching in his hand: "Put down my teacup."

"Oh, oh, oh! I forgot, I forgot!"

Ji Buzhi casually placed the teacup on the table. The teacup wobbled twice and almost rolled off, but Zhong Dingwen caught it with quick reflexes.

The person has already disappeared.

Zhong Dingwen watched his retreating figure, then glanced at the empty teacup on the table, and sighed helplessly.

"When will this child ever grow up?"

He shook his head and got up to pour tea—his cup had been used by that kid, so he needed a new one.

He paused suddenly as he walked up to the tea cabinet.

We're leaving tomorrow.

The foreman is waiting at the front line, the supplies have arrived, and it's time for the people from the bureau to go.

This battle—is unavoidable.

Zhong Dingwen, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea, sat down at his desk and began reviewing the supplies list. He wondered how much Comrade Jiang had prepared, and whether it was enough.