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

Only when Wanzi returned did Fu Yan finally let go of Wenren Lei.

Maruko twitched its little nose, ran to the plastic sheet and scratched around with its paws. Wenrenlei scooped it up and hugged it, saying, "It's a big bad guy, kids shouldn't look."

"Awooo—"

Wenrenlei pulled its goggles up to its head, removed the small silver bottle from its neck, took out the small note, opened it, and Anna replied with two words: Received.

He placed the meatballs on the ground and took out Fu Yan's specially made teething stick: "Well done, this is a reward."

Maruko wagged its tail, took the chew toy, and happily gnawed on it.

Wenren Lei told Fu Yan about the contents of her correspondence with Anna.

After saying that, he raised his chin towards the ground: "The lockdown has already begun."

Fu Yan followed his gaze.

As if they had conspired together, all the shops along the street used half-meter-thick steel plates to completely block the narrow passage between them.

Fu Yan said, "Leave the task of clearing the way to me."

Wen Renlei knew perfectly well that every shop would be armed with firepower.

The interests of the shop owners and the black market owners are closely intertwined. Once the operation begins, these densely packed shops become the black market owners' strongholds.

However, there must be a solution within three steps.

Wenrenlei turned around and saw the butcher struggling frantically on the ground, drool dripping from his mouth onto the ground, his eyes fixed on the corpse in the black cloak.

Wenren Lei walked up to it and looked down at it, saying, "Brother, I'm counting on you."

After saying that, he stretched and cracked his bones, then turned his head to stare at Fu Yan and said in a suggestive tone, "Even a nineteen-year-old's back can't withstand the endless torment of an old beast."

Fu Yan, feeling guilty, massaged his waist, saying, "It was my fault."

"Hmph." Wenren Lei glanced down at her watch. There was still an hour until 1 a.m. "It's about time."

At this moment, the rooftop door was suddenly pushed open, and more than a dozen people in black cloaks rushed out and attacked the two without saying a word. It seemed that the black market owner was determined to keep them in the black market.

Fu Yan stepped forward, blocking Wenren Lei's path. He conjured a flowing Tang sword in his palm, swung it around, and charged towards the black-cloaked figure.

It was already midnight, but the entrance to the "Seventh Table" restaurant was still bustling with people.

A young man wearing a mask stumbled through the crowd.

The man reeked of alcohol and was carrying a beer bottle. He took a swig with every step he took, swaying unsteadily and bumping into many people along the way.

A burly man nearly knocked over by the man and immediately yelled in a gruff voice, "Can't you watch where you're going?! Can't you see there's someone here?!"

The drunken man was extremely arrogant and unruly, shoving the burly man in front of him aside and yelling, "Get lost! Get out of my way!"

"Damn it! Do you know who I am?!" The burly man roared in anger and threw a punch at the man.

Despite being drunk, the man reacted quickly, deftly dodging the burly man's punch and smashing the bottle over his head.

Beer bottles shattered on the floor, and blood mixed with beer streamed down the burly man's head. He clutched his head and howled, "You little bastard, you've got my head!"

A large crowd of onlookers gathered around, instantly blocking the road.

The man chuckled, "Disinfecting as we go."

"You fucking want to die—!" The burly man, consumed by rage, pulled out his gun and fired at the man.

The man moved with incredible speed, dodging bullets and closing in on the burly man, then snatched his pistol.

He bent his long, slender index finger and tapped the burly man's bald head, laughing loudly, "You have a terrible temper."

The onlookers, eager for a good show, clapped and cheered, praising the man's skill.

The burly man, feeling deeply humiliated, yelled and lunged at the man.

The man laughed as he dodged the attack, taking a quick glance at the hotel rooftop.

Suddenly, several heavy, dark objects fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with a loud thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The burly man, startled, took a few steps back and pointed at the roof of the restaurant, yelling, "Who threw that! Don't they know that objects thrown from high-rise buildings can kill people?!"

The man raised his hand to fan away the dust, then staggered forward to see what was on the ground: several corpses dressed in black cloaks.

The man used the burly man's gun as a small stick, flipped over one of the corpses, and drunkenly said, "Hey, which big shot killed our high and mighty law enforcement officer?"

He let out a series of clear laughs: "One strike, deadly; clean and efficient; excellent skill!"

The people around him laughed and egged him on, saying, "Hey, pull down his mask and let us see what he looks like!"

"Exactly! We haven't even seen the enforcer's face yet!"

The man staggered slightly, squinted, pointed at the crowd, and then waved his hand dismissively: "Alright! Today, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

As he spoke, he bent down deftly and ripped off the mask of the corpse in front of him.

The officer's fair and youthful face was exposed in the dim light, and a deafening cheer erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"This ruthless law enforcement officer is so young!"

"They look no different from ordinary people like us."

"Look at what you're saying, does he think he has more eyes than us?"

"Hey! Young man! Keep lifting!"

"Okay!" The man lifted the masks off several corpses in succession, and the crowd's emotions had reached their peak, with discussions and exclamations filling the air.

More and more people gathered in the black market, all wanting to see the excitement, and the scene became a great commotion.

On the rooftop of the restaurant, Fu Yan had already eliminated four groups of law enforcement officers who had come to assassinate him.

The bodies that Wenren Lei wanted had already been thrown down, and Fu Yan neatly stacked the remaining bodies into a small, square mountain.

After tidying up the scene, Fu Yan walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked down at the slender and upright figure in the center of the crowd, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Under the dim lights of the black market, Wenren Lei's white skin seemed to shimmer. When he pretended to be drunk with a smile, he exuded a sharp aura, radiating an aura that was both clean and alluring, somewhere between a clear-eyed youth and a mature man.

Fu Yan stared blankly for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

Maruko let out a soft "woof" on his shoulder. Fu Yan reached out and hooked the puppy's chin, saying gently, "He's very handsome, isn't he?"

Maruko wagged her tail and barked, "Woof!"

Fu Yan chuckled softly, "Let's go down and help."

By this time, Wenren Lei had already searched through the fifth corpse.

The scene was as lively as a boiling oil pan. He smiled and said, "We can add some sparks now."

Wenren Lei staggered to the last lying corpse and said loudly, "Everyone, this is the last one."

Immediately, a chorus of urging voices rose and fell from the crowd.

"Young man, stop keeping us in suspense and let us see!"

"Yes, let's get started!"

"Hurry up, everyone's waiting to see!"

Wenren Lei's gaze pierced through the crowd. Several people with unfriendly expressions emerged from the surrounding shops, desperately pushing their way forward in the throng.

It seems they were ordered by the black market owner to come and stop him.