In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Wenren Lei hung the small silver bottle around Wanzi's neck. The dog's thick, dense fur perfectly concealed the small bottle hanging from its chest.

He held the meatball up to his eyes, patted the puppy's head, and instructed, "Good puppy, give this to that Anna sister from earlier, and you'll be able to find her place, right?"

Maruko wagged its tail happily, pressed its little paws against Wenren Lei's mask, and barked excitedly, "Woof!"

Wenren Lei chuckled softly, "You want to wear it too?"

Maruko stuck out her tongue and licked the cheek of the girl who had smelled tears: "Woof!"

Wenren Lei took out a pair of dog-shaped goggles from her ring and put them on Wanzi's head: "Alright, now you're just as handsome as Daddy."

Maruko touched her goggles with her little paws, shaking her head excitedly.

Wenren Lei lowered her head and gently kissed Wanzi's little head, saying softly, "Be sure to be careful."

"Woof!"

"Good boy." Wenren Lei bent down and put the puppy on the ground. "Go now."

Maruko spun around twice, then, mimicking Fu Yan, walked to the back of the restaurant before stretching out her little paws and sliding down the wall.

Watching the round cotton ball disappear, Wenren Lei felt a sense of pride, like a child who could finally go out and buy soy sauce.

He turned back to continue observing the street layout of the black market. The restaurant with the highest foot traffic seemed to be "Seventh Table."

It was almost midnight, but the crowd outside the restaurant was still endless.

Wenrenlei tilted his head in thought. Right now, these people are able to dine and enjoy themselves in restaurants under the protection of the black market owner.

But if one day the black market also experiences a shortage of supplies, it's hard to say whether these people will enter the restaurant as diners or as ingredients.

Wenren Lei's ears twitched, and driven by instinct, she suddenly stood up and dodged to the left.

The inertia caused his body to lean back sharply, and Wenrenlei condensed a giant, flowing hammer to support himself on the ground, barely managing to stand firm on the edge of the top floor.

He looked up and saw a person wearing a black cloak and a hood, who had just withdrawn his foot from a sneak attack.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, he probably would have been kicked off the roof and smashed into a pulp.

The man in the black cloak slammed the giant scythe in his hand onto the ground with a thud and said calmly, "You've got some skill."

"Damn it." Wenren Lei smiled arrogantly and, before the man in the black cloak could react, swung his giant hammer and charged straight at the other man.

Just as the hammer was about to strike the black-cloaked man's head, the man dodged and moved behind Wenren Lei.

"Damn it." Wenren Lei cursed under his breath, then suddenly squatted down. "He's a wind elemental ability user."

The large scythe in the black cloak brought up a gust of wind, grazing past Wenren Lei's head.

Wenren Lei turned around and swept his hand on the other person's ankle, but the black cloak seemed to have anticipated Wenren Lei's movements and retreated a step away in the blink of an eye.

The man in the black cloak lowered his eyelids, his tone tinged with a faint melancholy and sorrow: "Is this... the reaction speed a water elementalist should have...?"

Wenren Lei got angry as soon as he heard that tone. The only person who could be melancholy in front of him was Meng Fan!

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The man in the black cloak raised a giant scythe and pointed it at Wenren Lei: "The Black Market's Number One Enforcer, you have defied the Black Market Lord's will. He sent me to end you."

"How pretentious! Wenren Lei wants to be like that too," he chuckled. "You're very talented. How about joining the military's special operations team?"

The man in the black cloak murmured, "As expected, someone from the military..." He moved slightly, approaching Wenren Lei, his tone very slow, "Please enlighten me..."

With a "pfft".

The man in the black cloak felt a sudden pain in his chest, all his strength drained away instantly, and he leaned limply against Wenren Lei. He looked up at Wenren Lei in disbelief.

Before them stood a masked boy who smiled, revealing a pair of sharp little tiger teeth, and slowly blew air into the muzzle of a pistol.

"Villains should just kill people properly, what are you pretending for? Please enlighten me, I'll teach you how to become the strongest superhuman on Earth in a day, can you learn it?"

Wenren Lei pressed the muzzle of her gun against the shoulder of the man in the black cloak and gave it a gentle push, causing the man in the black cloak to slowly fall backward.

The giant scythe went out of control and crashed onto the floor with a loud bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Beneath the black cloak, in a pool of blood, blood gushed from his chest like a fountain. He clutched his wound, coughing violently: "Water element... how could... it have this strength..."

Wenren Lei sheathed his gun, braced his hands on the handle of the giant hammer, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and looked down at the black cloak: "Personal experience has taught me that everyone will pay a heavy price for underestimating their enemy."

The man in the black cloak stared unfocusedly at Wenren Lei, coughing up blood as he laughed: "I'd be willing to die at the hands of someone like you... You have... the right to look at my face..."

He struggled to raise his hand to pull off his black mask, but before he could pull it off, his body went limp and he died.

"Trying to put on one last act before you die." Wenren Lei put away her giant hammer. "Did I say I wanted to see your face?"

The man in the black cloak suddenly became very aloof, silently bleeding on the ground and ignoring everyone.

"How rude!" Wenren Lei rebuked.

The blood on the ground was almost soaking into Wenren Lei's shoes. He took a few steps back, pulled out a waterproof plastic sheet from his spatial ring, and covered the black-cloaked corpse and the large scythe together. He also put some soil around them to prevent the blood from overflowing.

While working, Wenren Lei muttered to herself, "Given our enmity, you should be grateful that I'm even helping you collect your corpse."

After tidying everything up, Wenren Lei felt a little hungry. She took off her mask, took out a large piece of strawberry Basque cake from her ring, squatted down by the plastic sheet, and ate it with a small silver fork.

"So sweet, so sweet." Wenren Lei's mouth was stuffed full, and she smiled happily with her eyes narrowed. "The Spartan cake that my husband made is so delicious."

"Really?" Fu Yan nimbly jumped up to the top floor, carrying the butcher.

Wenren Lei didn't even raise her head and said, "Of course."

Fu Yan frowned upon smelling blood, threw the butcher to the ground, rushed to Wenren Lei's side, and pulled him over to check him over: "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Wenren Lei gestured with her chin toward the plastic sheet, "I killed a caterpillar sent by the black market lord."

Fu Yan checked Wenren Lei's entire body repeatedly, and only felt relieved after confirming that there was no wound.

Wenren Lei was being spun around by him, and the cake in her hand fell to the ground. He said, "You have to pay me back."

Fu Yan felt a lingering fear. He took out a large lollipop from his spatial storage, unwrapped it, and handed it to Wenren Lei: "Eat this first." He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "After the black market matter is settled, I'll make you even more delicious food and fill your ring with it."

"Hehe, okay." Wenren Lei hugged Fu Yan back, not forgetting to lick a piece of candy. "Don't worry, I'm not a porcelain doll."

Fu Yan stroked his hair: "I know you're strong, but I still can't help worrying about you."

Wenren Lei laughed, raised her hand to remove Fu Yan's mask, and gently kissed his cheek: "Then you can worry for a little while."

"Thank you, Leilei," Fu Yan said softly.