Chapter 88 The ultimate scumbag father becomes a latrine cleaner, kneeling on the street begging for swill.

The scorching sun hung high, and the temperature of over sixty degrees baked the garbage dump until it resembled a massive fermentation tank.

The sour, rotten stench, mixed with the indescribable odor of excrement, was so pungent it made it impossible to even open one's eyes.

Chairman Lin Jianguo lay splayed out in the blackened, muddy water.

Once a business tycoon worth billions, with bodyguards clearing the way wherever he went.

Now, he was like an unwanted stray dog.

His black hair, once slicked with gel, had long since turned into messy, gray, withered straw, infested with flies.

His expensive custom-made suit had become mere rags, barely covering his emaciated body.

"Xingwan! It really is you!"

Seeing those familiar, cold, and clear eyes, Chairman Lin Jianguo was so excited that he dropped the piece of rotten meat he was holding.

His legs were bent at an extremely twisted angle from the calves down.

That happened when he was fleeing as a refugee; he had been beaten until his legs broke by a group of other refugees while fighting over half a bottle of water.

A crippled man with no money or power was worth less than nothing in The Apocalypse.

To survive, he had to crawl to the entrance of the black market using only his hands.

He cleaned the feces out of the temporary latrines for the profiteers and outlaws there, just to trade for a single meal of swill each day.

"Xingwan! Daddy has finally found you!"

Chairman Lin Jianguo, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, frantically waved his hands, which were covered in black mud and excrement.

He wanted to lunge forward and hug Lin Xingwan's legs.

"Daddy knows he was wrong! Before, Daddy was possessed by demons and listened to the slander of that mother and daughter!"

He wept bitterly, his tears carving two white tracks through the dirt on his blackened face.

"Take Daddy back to The Fortress! Daddy will work like an ox or a horse for you, I'll do your laundry and cook for you, anything!"

"As long as you can give me a drink of clean water and a bite of clean food... I'm starving to death!"

He cried while desperately reaching out his hands.

His posture was humble to the extreme.

Lin Xingwan stood a meter away from him, her gaze as cold as ice.

She looked at the man on the ground, feeling not a ripple of emotion in her heart.

Even the satisfaction of having her revenge felt diminished, leaving behind only pure disgust.

"Step back."

Huo Yuan frowned, his tall frame immediately blocking Lin Xingwan.

He kicked the hand that Chairman Lin Jianguo had reached out.

A soft "crack" sounded.

"Ahhh!" Chairman Lin Jianguo let out a miserable scream as two of his fingers were snapped.

"Dirty."

Huo Yuan wiped his boot sole on the ground with disgust.

"If you crawl another half an inch forward, I'll chop off both your hands."

Chairman Lin Jianguo rolled on the ground in pain, his body convulsing.

But he dared not curse, nor did he dare to scream loudly.

After spending a few months in The Apocalypse, he had long learned to read the room like a dog.

This masked man possessed such a heavy murderous aura; he was definitely someone who would actually kill.

"Xingwan... you can't be this heartless..."

Chairman Lin Jianguo endured the excruciating pain, lying on the ground while continuing to play the emotional card.

"I am your biological father! Blood is thicker than water!"

"Are you just going to watch me starve to death or be beaten to death? This is unfilial!"

This old thing, even at this point, was still trying to use that ridiculous set of ethics and morals to manipulate her.

Lin Xingwan scoffed softly.

She stepped out from behind Huo Yuan, looking down at Chairman Lin Jianguo from her height.

"Blood is thicker than water?"

Lin Xingwan's voice was extremely soft, yet it scraped against Chairman Lin Jianguo's eardrums like a knife.

"When you forced my mother to jump off a building for that bitch Zhao Xuelan, why didn't you mention that blood is thicker than water?"

"When you let that green-tea bitch Lin Chuchu steal my things and drive me out of the house, why didn't you mention that blood is thicker than water?"

Chairman Lin Jianguo stiffened, his eyes darting away, not daring to meet her gaze.

"That... that was just Daddy being confused for a moment..." he defended himself with a guilty conscience.

"Confused?"

Lin Xingwan crouched down, her eyes mocking him through the gas mask.

"In my past life, when you condoned Gu Zichen tying me to the operating table, draining my blood, and digging out my spatial dimension."

"The look in your eyes then was very clear."

Upon hearing this, Chairman Lin Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

What past life? What blood draining and spatial dimension digging?

He couldn't understand at all what Lin Xingwan was saying.

But he could clearly feel that the hatred emanating from the daughter before him was real and truly wanted him dead!

"Xingwan, I don't understand what you're saying... Have you burned your brain from a fever?"

Chairman Lin Jianguo scrambled back in a panic, his voice trembling.

Lin Xingwan stood up, not bothering to waste any more words on him.

Talking about cause and effect with a beast rotten to the core was just a waste of breath.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

Her icy gaze swept over Chairman Lin Jianguo's broken legs.

"You just need to know that the suffering you are enduring now is not even one-tenth of what I suffered in my past life."

Chairman Lin Jianguo despaired.

He knew that his daughter had truly changed, becoming as cold-hearted as a devil.

"You... you unfilial daughter!"

Seeing that begging was hopeless, Chairman Lin Jianguo's face instantly twisted, revealing his most vicious true colors.

He roared at Lin Xingwan like a mad dog.

"You will die a horrible death! You've hoarded so many supplies, sooner or later they will all be snatched away by those mobs!"

"Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

He frantically grabbed a stone from the ground, attempting to throw it at Lin Xingwan.

"Death wish."

Huo Yuan's eyes turned cold, his hand already reaching for the gun handle.

With trash like this, shooting him once was the easiest solution.

"Wait."

Lin Xingwan reached out to stop him.

Looking at Chairman Lin Jianguo, who was cursing, a cruel smile curled on her lips.

"Killing him would be letting him off too easily."

Lin Xingwan brushed the dust off her hands.

In The Apocalypse, death was the easiest release.

Living, struggling in despair and pain like a maggot, was the ultimate punishment.

She pulled a hard, moldy scrap of a steamed bun from the pocket of her large black robe.

She had just casually picked it up from a dead person's stall in the black market earlier.

When Chairman Lin Jianguo saw that steamed bun, his previous viciousness instantly vanished without a trace.

His Adam's apple bobbed frantically, his eyes locked onto the greenish bun, and saliva dripped from his mouth uncontrollably.

"Want to eat?"

Lin Xingwan shook the bun in her hand.

Chairman Lin Jianguo nodded desperately, like an old dog begging for food.

Lin Xingwan chuckled lightly.

She flipped her wrist.

The bun traced a parabola in the air.

"Plop."

The bun landed precisely into the foul-smelling temporary latrine nearby.

Chairman Lin Jianguo's eyes turned red instantly.

He didn't care about his broken fingers and legs, crawling toward the latrine like a madman.

He desperately plunged his head into the disgusting excrement, frantically groping for the life-saving bun scrap.

"Does it taste good?"

Lin Xingwan watched his pathetic state in the latrine, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

Chairman Lin Jianguo's face was covered in yellow and black filth, the moldy bun clutched in his mouth, as he whimpered incoherently.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Lin Xingwan turned her head away in disgust; looking at him for even one more second felt like it would dirty her eyes.

"Keep living."

She dropped this sentence coldly.

"The Apocalypse is still long, and your retribution has only just begun."

After saying this, Lin Xingwan turned around and walked with long strides toward the armored vehicle.

Her back was resolute, without a shred of lingering attachment.

Huo Yuan took a deep look at Chairman Lin Jianguo, who was fighting for food in the latrine, and scoffed coldly.

He put away his gun and quickly caught up with Lin Xingwan.

The armored vehicle emitted a low roar, crushing the gravel on the road as it sped away, kicking up dust.

The air conditioning in the cabin was on high, dispelling the heat and stench from outside.

Lin Xingwan leaned against the back of the passenger seat, closing her eyes, seemingly resting.

The enemies from her past life—Gu Zichen, Lin Chuchu, Zhao Xuelan, and finally this Chairman Lin Jianguo.

Some were dead, others were crippled.

The obsession that had weighed on her heart for two lifetimes finally dissipated at this moment.

"Feeling satisfied?"

Huo Yuan glanced at her while driving.

The man's voice was low and gentle, carrying a hint of imperceptible comfort.

"Satisfied."

Lin Xingwan opened her eyes and let out a long, heavy breath.

In her beautiful fox-like eyes, the ambition and light for the future were reignited.

"The revenge is complete. Next, it's time to work on our base's affairs."

She patted the backpack behind her that was filled with rare metals and blueprints.

"With these things, that infrastructure maniac Zhao An will definitely be able to build us a real Star Fortress."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Just then, the encrypted communicator on Lin Xingwan's wrist suddenly rang.

After she answered it.

Lu Ting's anxious voice, mixed with static, came through.

"Sister-in-law! It's bad!"

"That group of warlord remnants whose lair you destroyed, I don't know where they managed to get a batch of heavy firepower."

"They are rallying thugs from several nearby small shelters, following the trail, and are charging toward our Half-Mountain Villa!"