Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 459

"Lu Haijiang, you've hidden yourself well, haven't you? Sneaking off to this backwater town to marry and have children?"

In a remote small town, within the courtyard of a traditional quadrangle house.

A bearded man let out a wild laugh, his foot pressing down on another man's body.

"Husband!"

"Let go of my dad!"

Beside them, a beautiful woman and an adorable little girl cried out in fear.

The two were held back by several others, their struggles futile against the firm grip.

The bearded man glanced at the woman and the girl, then slowly walked toward them.

As he moved, he toyed with the gleaming knife in his hand.

"Don’t touch them!"

Lu Haijiang roared, straining to rise—only to be stomped back down by the man behind him.

The bearded man seemed to relish Lu Haijiang’s desperation, his voice dripping with mockery.

"Who would’ve thought? The most formidable man in our organization has been reduced to this pitiful state. Seems like all this time away has really dulled your skills."

"Tell me—should I kill your woman first, or your daughter?"

"If you want to kill someone, kill me! They know nothing!"

"Oh, I can’t do that. I despise you too much—of course I’ll slaughter your family along with you." The bearded man smirked before adding, "But... if you kneel and beg, I might consider sparing them."

The moment the words left his mouth, the man pinning Lu Haijiang released him.

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After all, they’d already severed his tendons—his hands and feet were useless.

Lu Haijiang struggled to his knees.

"No, Jiang-ge!" The woman cried out, tears streaming down her smiling face. "Your daughter and I aren’t afraid to die."

Afraid? Of course they were.

But she couldn’t bear to see her husband—a man who had always stood tall—kneel before another, stripped of his dignity.

He was so proud. How could he...?

And deep down, she knew—even if he begged, these men would never let them go.

Lu Haijiang’s eyes darkened with anguish.

He knew the odds of their survival were almost nonexistent. But...

He had no other choice.

After leaving the organization, he’d brought his wife to this remote town to live in obscurity.

They’d had a son and a daughter. Their life was simple, peaceful—happy.

He’d grown weary of the bloodshed, longing only for stability with his family. He hadn’t kept up his training, and his skills had faded.

In the past, he could’ve taken every man in this room without breaking a sweat.

But now...

Regret gnawed at him.

He should’ve known they’d come for him.

No matter how careful he’d been...

He took a deep breath and raised his head.

He had to try.

Even if the chance was one in a million.

Just as he looked up, he saw his son approaching the house.

His pupils constricted.

Why now?!

He couldn’t let him come inside!

Pursing his lips, he whistled a strange, coded tune.

He and Little Lu Chen often went hiking together, exploring the mountains.

This tune meant danger—stay away.

The moment the whistle sounded, Little Lu Chen froze in his tracks.

Father and son locked eyes across the distance.

Lu Haijiang gave the faintest shake of his head, his gaze heavy with unspoken words.

Then he looked away, refusing to glance outside again.

For once, he was grateful there were no family photos in the house.

Grateful the bearded man and his thugs had their backs to the door—they hadn’t seen Little Lu Chen.

"What are you doing?!"

The bearded man’s eyes narrowed at the sound of the whistle.

"Please... spare my wife and child. If you let them go, you can do whatever you want to me!"

To keep their attention fixed on him, Lu Haijiang didn’t explain—he simply dropped to his knees.

As expected, the sight of his submission filled the bearded man with vicious satisfaction.

A triumphant laugh burst from his lips.

"Hahahaha... Who would’ve thought? The great Lu Haijiang, brought to his knees!

But you know what? After some consideration... I’ve decided not to be merciful after all."

With that, he plunged the knife into the woman’s stomach.

She gasped, doubling over as blood gushed out, staining her clothes crimson.

"Xin!"

Lu Haijiang’s anguished cry tore through the air.

He’d known they’d be ruthless—but seeing his wife stabbed still shattered him.

He lunged forward, but the men behind him held him back, immovable as iron.

In the next breath, the bearded man struck again—swift, merciless.

A second stab, and Xin collapsed into a pool of blood.

Beside her, the little girl stood frozen in shock.

Only when her mother’s breathing stopped did she realize what had happened.

She wailed, "Mom! Mom, wake up!"

The bearded man merely grinned at her.

"Don’t worry, little one. I’ll send you to join your mother soon."

He raised the knife high.

"NO!!!"

Lu Haijiang’s eyes burned red with fury.

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But the blade came down anyway.

A single slash across the throat.

Blood sprayed across the girl’s face.

"NOOOOO!!!"

Lu Haijiang smashed his forehead against the ground, over and over.

He didn’t feel the pain, even as his skin split open.

Outside, hidden behind the neighbor’s wall, Little Lu Chen bit his lip bloody to stifle his sobs.

His fists clenched so tight his nails drew blood. His entire body trembled, tears pouring down his face, soaking his collar.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to charge inside.

But his father’s signal had been clear—stay away.

And if he died now...

Who would avenge his family?

He had to endure.

In that moment, the eight-year-old boy aged a lifetime.

When the knife turned on Lu Haijiang, Little Lu Chen didn’t blink.

He burned every detail of the murderer’s face into his mind, carving it into his soul.

Only when the killers had gone did he rush back inside.

Kneeling beside the lifeless bodies of his parents and sister, he wept until his voice gave out.

Then—a presence behind him.

He whirled around, heart pounding, fearing the killers had returned.

But the stranger only cast a cold glance at Lu Haijiang’s corpse before speaking in a voice like ice:

"Do you want revenge?"

Little Lu Chen’s eyes blazed with pain—and resolve.

"Yes."

More than anything.

"Then come with me."

"Okay."