Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food-Chapter 55 Wang Yanmei Mutates

Wang Yanmei truly didn’t have a spare key.

Liu Erlong wasn’t foolish; how could he let Wang Yanmei keep a spare key?

What Wu Hua was doing now, Liu Erlong had already done long before.

He used threats and inducements to get all the keys from Wang Yanmei.

At this moment, Wang Yanmei was genuinely desperate. She cried and knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and sobbing: "Wu Hua, I really don’t have a spare key. All the keys are with Liu Erlong. Please, let my daughter go. Whatever you want to do, come at me, I beg you, please."

"Damn it, do you really think I don’t dare to kill?"

Wu Hua roared with rage, violence brewing within, and he suddenly stabbed Liu Chang’s hand with a knife.

"Ah—"

Liu Chang screamed in agony.

Painful tears streamed down her pale face.

"Xiaochang!"

Wang Yanmei’s face turned ashen with fear; she scrambled up and charged at Wu Hua desperately.

Infuriated, Wu Hua pressed the fruit knife against Liu Chang’s throat and shouted, "Bitch, are you going to talk or not?"

Wang Yanmei fell to the ground in terror, clutching his leg and pleading.

"Wu Hua, I really don’t have a key. I swear, if I lie to you, I won’t die a good death. I’ll be a prostitute in my next life, I’ll be covered in sores and pus. I truly don’t have it. Please, let my daughter go, let Xiaochang go, please..."

Outside the door, Zhang Li’s voice sounded: "President Wu, hurry, Chen Hu and the others are coming down."

Wu Hua was startled, then his anger surged. He looked at the mother and daughter without a second thought, and with a swift move, he stabbed Liu Chang.

Splurt!

Blood spurted. Liu Chang, only nineteen years old, reached the end of her life at this moment.

"No—"

Wang Yanmei lunged at Wu Hua.

But Wu Hua showed no hesitation. He pulled out the fruit knife and was about to stab Wang Yanmei.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yanmei’s hands swiftly sprouted silvery scales.

Her nails also grew wildly at this moment.

"What is this!"

Wu Hua was shocked and furious, his eyes wide open.

He tried to stab with the dagger but Wang Yanmei grabbed it.

The sharp dagger, which should have easily pierced her palm.

But the silver scales on her palm blocked the dagger like armor.

Wang Yanmei instinctively waved her hand.

Slash!

Her long nails, like sharp blades, instantly slashed through Wu Hua’s throat.

Gushing—

A large amount of blood spurted out.

Wu Hua clutched his neck, retreating in disbelief, staring at Wang Yanmei in horror.

Wang Yanmei was also frightened, looking down at her own hands.

Her hands had completely transformed.

White scales covered the back of her hands, spreading towards her wrists.

Her ten nails had grown eight centimeters long, turning bluish-black, gleaming with sharp light.

"Ah—"

Wang Yanmei screamed instantly.

Then she ignored the bizarre transformation and hurriedly looked at her daughter Liu Chang.

"Xiaochang! Xiaochang!"

She cried out, embracing her daughter, frantically covering Liu Chang’s throat.

But Liu Chang had already lost her breath.

"President Wu! Hurry up!"

At the door, Zhang Li heard footsteps upstairs. He couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed the door open, slipping inside.

Then he closed the door and looked at the dimly lit living room, urging.

"Sobbing..."

In the room, there was only the sound of a woman’s sobbing.

Zhang Li suspiciously walked towards the living room, calling: "President Wu? Brother Hua?"

He approached the table, gradually seeing the situation there clearly.

He saw Wu Hua’s corpse lying on the ground, his neck flesh turned out, blood pooling everywhere.

Wang Yanmei was silently crying, holding her daughter Liu Chang’s corpse.

Startled, Zhang Li took a step back, shouting in fear: "President Wu? President Wu?"

This shout seemed to rouse Wang Yanmei.

Wang Yanmei suddenly turned her head.

In the dim light, Zhang Li could only see a pair of resentful eyes.

Then his vision blurred as Wang Yanmei pounced.

He quickly reached out to push her away.

But in the next moment, he saw something unbelievable.

Wang Yanmei’s nails as sharp as knives, sliced through his fingers with a schlick.

Before the pain could hit, his throat suddenly felt cold and he struggled to breathe.

His vision slowly darkened, his consciousness blurring.

In the end, he only saw the woman named Wang Yanmei, dressed in a white nightgown, hair disheveled, like a ghost.

...

Chen Hu and the others rushed to the fourteenth floor, their minds weren’t quick enough.

Still, they kept their heads down, fleeing without stopping at the fourteenth floor, continuing to run down.

Below the fourteenth floor, it was basically all Liu Erlong’s people.

Chen Hu ran along, shouting: "Everyone out, come out!"

"Grab your weapons, get the weapons!"

He shouted loudly, and gradually, people came out from their homes, others stepped out onto walkways.

Someone shouted in confusion: "Brother Hu? What’s going on?"

"Chen Hu? Weren’t you heading up with Brother Long?"

"Brother Hu, what happened to your leg?"

"What’s going on?"

From the eleventh to the fourteenth floor, a dozen or so people gradually came out.

These people held clubs, kitchen knives, daggers, and iron hammers.

These were Liu Erlong’s men.

Seeing everyone, Chen Hu said tensely: "Something happened upstairs, Wu Hua said Brother Long was killed by the owner of the thirty-second floor, Liang Yuan. Hurry, grab your weapons and go check upstairs."

"By the way, where are Wu Hua and Zhang Li?"

He asked, suddenly puzzled.

A man walked out from the crowd, frowning: "Chen Hu, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Brother Long be killed by an owner?"

The man was Wang Meng, one of Liu Erlong’s confidants. Though he usually didn’t manage the things upstairs, he specifically guarded the collection point below for Liu Erlong.

This collection point had quite a bit of profit; everything fished up had to go through Wang Meng.

To hold such an important position showed Liu Erlong’s trust in him.

Chen Hu didn’t dare to take it lightly, promptly saying: "Brother Meng, that’s what Wu Hua and Zhang Li said. I heard someone screaming upstairs too."

Wang Meng asked: "Wu Hua and Zhang Li? Where are they now?"

Chen Hu was stunned: "They ran down before us, you didn’t see them?"

Wang Meng looked around at the people, shouting: "Who saw Wu Hua and Zhang Li?"

Everyone shook their heads; no one had seen them.

Chen Hu puzzled: "Maybe they ran to another unit through the walkways?"

Wang Hu didn’t dwell on these two but instead asked for details about upstairs.

"Tell me everything from the beginning."

Chen Hu quickly started recounting today’s events.

A moment later, Wang Hu’s expression turned somber, especially upon hearing about possible trouble with Liu Erlong. His eyes couldn’t help but flicker.

Then he turned to the crowd: "Grab weapons, Chen Zhiming, Fan Qi, you two stay with a few others, the rest come with me."

After saying this, he quickly picked up a fire ax, and waved his hand.

Immediately, a large group rushed upstairs.

But as soon as they reached the fourteenth floor, they heard many footsteps from above.

Meanwhile, people upstairs were shouting ’revenge’, ’kill Liu Erlong’s henchmen’, and similar words.

Wang Meng and the others’ faces changed instantly.

Chen Hu couldn’t help but sweat too.

Without a word, Wang Meng said: "Spread out, don’t crowd, get to the walkways."

Simultaneously, Liang Yuan, Cai Zhi, Old Ma, and others also reached the fourteenth floor.

Both sides met suddenly, staring at each other. Behind Liang Yuan, the shouting gradually ceased, staring angrily at those below.

Everyone swallowed nervously, none daring to make the first move.

The tense atmosphere made their palms sweat.