210: Chapter 210 A Fragmented A-Rank Godly Gear? Sister Long Shatters the Su Family's Trump Card with One Punch

Sister Long's expression darkened.

Tank also took half a step forward.

The Capital.

These two words still carried weight in the apocalypse.

The survivors on the wall began to stir.

Someone whispered, "It's over, she's messed with the wrong person."

Su Changqing was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Did you hear that?!"

Half of his body was still wrapped in fire, but color had returned to his face.

"The Capital is on our side!"

The Head of the Su Family also seemed to have caught a second wind.

He leaned on his cane and pointed at Su Muxue.

"Unfilial daughter!"

"Kneel down now and sever your own arm!"

"I might still be able to plead with Officer Wei Zheng for you!"

On the wall, the muzzles of several heavy machine guns slowly raised.

Not everyone wanted to shoot.

But many people began to waver.

With the Capital's name looming over them, ordinary people would instinctively be afraid.

Su Muxue stood in the snow.

She did not look at the Su Family father and son.

She just asked a question into the communicator.

"You said you were going to call the Jiangcheng official armed forces?"

"May I ask, which unit is it?"

The other end of the call paused for half a second.

Officer Wei Zheng clearly hadn't expected her to ask that.

"Which other unit could it be?"

His tone carried a bureaucratic air.

"Naturally, it's the one already recognized by our Capital, Cloud Top Palace."

Su Changqing laughed even louder.

"Did you hear that? Cloud Top Palace!"

"No matter how arrogant Lin Yuan is, he still has to listen to the Capital's orders!"

Su Muxue pushed up her glasses.

"Oh."

"Then there is no need to call them."

She paused, her voice carrying across the entrance.

"I am Su Muxue of Cloud Top Palace."

The snow suddenly went quiet.

Su Changqing's laughter cut off.

The Head of the Su Family's cane froze in mid-air.

The survivors on the wall all had their mouths agape.

The other end of the phone also fell into deathly silence.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

When Officer Wei Zheng's voice sounded again, the authority was gone.

The bureaucratic air was also gone.

"Miss... Miss Su?"

"Um... you see, this is just a huge misunderstanding."

"We in the Capital are only responsible for airdrops and registration. The specific management personnel for the logistics park were self-nominated by local outstanding representatives."

"We had absolutely no idea they were abusing their power."

Officer Wei Zheng spoke very quickly.

So fast, as if he feared that being a second slower would get him blacklisted by Lin Yuan.

He had actually confused Su Muxue with Su Xiaonuan.

He only knew that there was a woman with the surname Su in Cloud Top Palace who could force the Capital to bow during negotiations.

Surname Su.

Cloud Top Palace.

And daring to attack directly.

Then there was no need to judge. Better to back down first.

"Miss Su."

Officer Wei Zheng lowered his voice.

"You can deal with these idiots yourself."

"We 100% support Cloud Top Palace in maintaining order in Jiangcheng."

The color drained completely from Su Changqing's face.

"Impossible..."

"How could the Capital..."

The Head of the Su Family snatched the communicator.

"Officer Wei Zheng! I am the Head of the Su Family! I am the one managing your temporary aid station on behalf of the Capital!"

Officer Wei Zheng was silent for half a second.

"Who are you?"

The Head of the Su Family froze.

Officer Wei Zheng continued, "Jiangcheng is now coordinated by Cloud Top Palace, and all nodes must follow the orders of Cloud Top Palace."

"Also, don't try to claim a connection."

"The Capital won't take the blame for you."

The communication cut off.

Beep.

A short sound.

It crushed the Su Family's last spine.

Su Changqing stood where he was, his lips moving a few times.

No sound came out.

The Head of the Su Family's face turned gray, his body swayed, but he refused to fall.

He turned abruptly and roared at the wall.

"Shoot! Kill this unfilial daughter for me! Whoever kills her gets half the supplies in the logistics park!"

No one on the wall moved.

The gun muzzles lowered inch by inch.

A man with a severed arm spat.

"You old bastard. When you were stealing our rations, why didn't you say you'd split them in half?"

Another woman holding a child said with a trembling voice, "My daughter was given by you to those two fire-element Espers to play with, and you said it was to trade for protection. Where is that protection now?"

Someone took down the Capital's temporary aid station sign and smashed it on the ground.

Bang.

The wooden sign cracked.

This action seemed to open something up. More and more people on the wall lowered their guns.

Some cursed.

Some cried.

Some just stared at the Su Family father and son with vacant eyes.

The Head of the Su Family opened his mouth.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the snow.

He collapsed.

Su Changqing looked at his fallen father, and his eyes suddenly burned.

Not with anger.

With madness.

He knew he was finished.

The Su Family was finished.

The Capital didn't want them.

Cloud Top Palace wouldn't keep them either.

Then he would drag someone down with him.

His gaze crossed over Su Muxue and landed on Sister Long.

This woman had just cursed the Su Family.

She was standing the closest.

She also looked like the biggest opening.

The flawed A-rank fire-element energy inside Su Changqing was compressed a little.

Black fire lines wrapped around his legs.

The next second.

He vanished from his spot.

Not charging at Su Muxue.

But pouncing toward Sister Long.

"Die!"

Sister Long didn't dodge.

She even smiled.

"Picking me? Your judgment is pretty poor."

She slammed her giant axe into the ground.

Her feet sank into the snow.

Su Changqing's fire fist had already reached her chest.

A layer of silver luster emerged beneath the skin of Sister Long's right arm.

It wasn't metal.

It was more like a suit of living heavy armor.

She twisted her waist.

Threw a punch.

There was no explosion.

Su Changqing's black fire hit like it had struck a wall.

Crack.

His wrist broke.

The next instant, his entire right arm, along with half his shoulder, collapsed.

Su Changqing flew backward, crashing through half a wall of the logistics park.

Bricks and stones rolled down.

The whole scene went quiet again.

Sister Long shook her hand.

"Is that it?"

She looked at the people on the wall.

"Did you see clearly? Piled up with potions, no backbone."

This sentence was crude.

But everyone understood it.

He was a torch fueled by the Capital's potions.

Sister Long was a blade that had grown out of the apocalypse itself.

When the two met, the outcome had been decided from the start.

Su Changqing lay in the broken bricks, his throat filled with the sound of blood.

He finally understood.

This rude woman following Su Muxue was also an A-rank.

And an A-rank capable of beating him to a pulp in close combat.

Su Muxue walked up to him.

There was no fog on her lenses.

She looked down at him.

"Lin Yuan once said. Keeping trash like you is just a waste of food."

Su Changqing wanted to speak.

The cold air crawled up his limbs a step faster.

Crack. Right leg broken.

Crack. Left leg broken.

Then the remaining left arm.

Su Changqing was halfway through a scream when his chin was frozen shut.

Su Muxue didn't kill him.

She turned and looked at the Head of the Su Family.

The old man lay on the ground, still trying to crawl backward.

That rosewood cane lay to the side.

Once, he had used this cane to make Su Muxue kneel.

Now, it was soaking in the slush.

Like a piece of rotten wood.

Su Muxue raised her hand.

An ice spike nailed through the cane.

The rosewood split into two pieces.

She touched her wrist bone; the pain from being dislocated that night was long gone, but the memory remained.

And that white cat named Snowball.

All the shadows that had been hanging over her head fell to the ground at this moment.

Su Muxue looked at the survivors of the logistics park.

"These two people, I leave them for you to deal with. From today on, the Northeast Logistics Park is under the jurisdiction of Cloud Top Palace."

"Follow the rules. Do the work. And you will live."

No one moved immediately.

Until that man with the severed arm jumped off the wall.

He picked up a steel pipe and walked toward Su Changqing.

The second.

The third.

More people rushed out from the gate.

They didn't chant slogans.

They just dragged the half-dead Su Family father and son toward the depths of the park.

The Head of the Su Family was finally afraid.

"Muxue! I am your father!"

Su Muxue stood with her back to him.

"My father died that night in the ancestral hall."

The crowd drowned out his voice.

A moment later, cheers erupted in the logistics park.

It wasn't a celebration.

It was more like a group of people who had been locked up for too long, finally learning how to bite back.

Sister Long pulled up her giant axe and walked to Su Muxue's side.

"Just leave it to them like this? Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

Su Muxue looked into the depths of the park.

"What Lin Yuan wants is not a flock of sheep. It's dogs that dare to bite."

She paused.

"This is just the first exam."

Sister Long grinned.

"You intellectuals sure are convoluted when you curse."

Su Muxue didn't respond.

But her ears felt a little hot.

She suddenly remembered what Lin Yuan said just now—Even an S-rank is not as important as a single strand of your hair.

If someone else had said this, she would have found it greasy.

But when Lin Yuan said it, she actually remembered it.

Maybe she should reward him when she goes back today.

Although it should be Wang Ya's turn tonight.

But ice and water together... he would probably like that too.

Su Muxue pushed this thought down.

Her face became even colder.

"Incorporate the logistics park. Inventory the granaries, medicines, and firearms. Register everyone involved. Kill those who resist."

Sister Long shouldered her axe.

"Got it, Dr. Su."

At the same time.

Cloud Top Palace.

B3.

Inside the titanium airtight chamber, fourteen newborn Zombie Girls stood silently.

Tang Qiqi was pressed against the glass, painting numbers on their combat suits.

"This one's shoulders are a bit narrow."

"This one has long legs, suitable for high slits... ah no, suitable for high mobility."

Liu Qing stared at the monitoring curves and suddenly stopped her hands from typing on the keyboard.

"Wait."

One newborn Zombie Girl slowly raised her head.

The next second.

Violent power filled the airtight chamber.

"Tang Qiqi, run! She's an A-rank!"