17: Chapter 15: Bunker Disaster (Part 1) 17: Chapter 15: Bunker Disaster (Part 1) As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiweng glared at Ye Lei but remained silent, secretly wanting to see what that man would do.
Lu Chen’s deep blue eyes narrowed dangerously, yet Su Mo shook her head at him.
Smiling like a fox, she approached Ye Lei and asked softly, “Am I very cute?”
Ye Lei stood up, looking down at her with a frivolous gaze, just about to touch her delicate and adorable face: “Such a tender age, yet proficient in the art of seduction, take a look at this face.”
Su Mo’s smile disappeared as her hand clenched in the air.
Without hesitation, she fiercely swung a flat pot against the man’s face.
With a “bang”, Ye Lei was unexpectedly smacked to the floor by a pitch-black flat pot, his ears ringing.
“Bah, trash,” Su Mo spit out, flipping off the man sprawled on the ground, then quickly ducked behind Lu Chen, giving him a pitiful look.
The man couldn’t help but chuckle.
He flicked her forehead with his finger and told her, “Wait.”
The other two hadn’t recovered from the shock of the flat pot when they saw the man’s icy palm lift Ye Lei by his collar, his backhand covered with a layer of frost, mercilessly punching him back to the ground.
His chilling voice swept through everyone’s heart: “If you don’t need this mouth, I can help you chop it off.”
Under his hand, the unresponsive Ye Lei had no power to retaliate.
He lay on the ground, holding his mouth, whimpering in pain as blood flowed from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor to form a puddle.
Zhao Xiweng could no longer sit still.
Turning pale, she hurriedly got up from the bed and stumbled as she bowed in apology to Lu Chen; “Admiral Lu, please show mercy.”
“What’s the point in apologizing to such a stupid pig,” Su Mo put away the flat pot, came out from behind, stepped over the person trembling on the floor, and helped Zhao Xiweng, who was about to fall, sit on the bed, “You can lean against the bed.”
“Thank you,” Zhao Xiweng said with a pale face, noticing for the first time the rosy-cheeked, white-toothed girl with dimples when she smiled, indeed very cute.
This dramatic turn of events almost had Jianxiong, who was sitting on the ground, raising his arms to applaud.
He had long disliked that brat.
That was the War God Admiral of A City, victorious in all battles, and he dared to provoke him, including the woman with him and that flat pot, which was just too much.
As the atmosphere lightened, except for Zhao Xiweng occasionally casting a sympathetic glance, no one paid any more attention to Ye Lei on the ground.
He slowly got to his feet and crept into a corner to sit down, his long, narrow eyes hidden under his hair bloodshot with hate.
Jianxiong greeted Su Mo coarsely from the ground: “Nice to meet you, sister.
My name is Jianxiong, a Level 1 superpower user of the strength type.” He even flexed his arm to show her the large muscles on it.
Su Mo nodded at him amicably.
The big man sitting on the floor had a square face, thick brows, and large eyes, with a muscular build reminiscent of a bodybuilder, no wonder he was a strength type superpower user.
Zhao Xiweng also took the opportunity to introduce herself, her voice somewhat weak but still carrying the soldier’s distinctive air of integrity:
“My name is Zhao Xiweng, a Level 1 Water Element Superpower User.
He’s my partner, Ye Lei, a superpower user of the Spiritual Power type.
Before the apocalypse, we were always working for Jiang Residence.
We all received the notice but didn’t make it back in time, only arriving here today,” she said, forming a small, transparent water ball in her hand that floated above her palm.
Lu Chen showed no reaction, but Su Mo was curious, poking at the water ball, feeling the moisture on her fingertip.
As for my superpower…
it’s Space, as you’ve just seen,” she thought privately, not wanting to reveal her true situation to anyone but Lu Chen.
The man pulled her back and dragged her to the sofa beside him, pressing her down with a disdainful cold voice: “Stop embarrassing yourself.”
Su Mo curled her lips, sat still, and didn’t move anymore, while Zhao Xiwen gave an awkward smile and withdrew her superpower, feeling a wave of disappointment inside.
A blanket with the unique scent of Lu Chen covered Su Mo’s face.
After she removed the blanket, she brushed the messy strands of hair away from her face, glared at him, and then leaned on the couch, closed her eyes, and stopped talking.
Lu Chen sat down at the other end of the sofa and said in a deep voice, “Since we’re heading to the same destination, let’s all rest for the night and set off early tomorrow.”
Jianxiong, who was anxiously waiting by the door, lay down on the floor as soon as he received the command to rest and soon fell asleep.
Xiwen, who lay in bed with her head tilted, watching the interaction between the two, felt a sense of disbelief rise within her.
She clearly remembered that there had never been a woman by Admiral Lu’s side.
Who exactly was this girl?
She closed her eyes and forced herself not to think about it.
The space on the sofa was already small, and with both of them sitting there, it felt even more cramped.
Su Mo felt so uncomfortable after a short while that she began to toss and turn until the man sitting beside her gently lifted her upper body so she could lie on his thighs.
The moment her face touched the cold, solid thighs, she let out a comfortable sigh unconsciously, and then stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the sky had just brightened.
She was curled up alone on the couch with a Tang Blade by her side, Xiwen sitting at the table, and only a pool of blood remained on the floor.
Rubbing her eyes and groggily, she asked, “Where did they go?”
“Looking for a car,” Xiwen replied, as her gaze roamed over the slight frame of the girl before her from head to toe.
She couldn’t understand why the high and cold Admiral, known as the War God, would be so special to a girl, so she couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know Admiral Lu?”
“He just lives above me,” Su Mo answered with a stretch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, causing the expression on the other’s face to become choked, and soon after, Xiwen’s eyes dimmed.
No wonder she didn’t know where that man lived.
The atmosphere quieted down until the sound of a car parking downstairs broke the silence.
The person who came up was Ye Lei, whose face had completely turned into a pig’s head by the morning, with cheeks swollen high and his mouth looking like a sausage.
It seemed as though the three men had said something in the morning, and, helping Xiwen up, Ye Lei looked at Su Mo with a cloudy expression and unnaturally twisted his mouth to say, “Sorry.”
Su Mo couldn’t be bothered to fuss about it and went downstairs with the blade in hand.
Even though it was still early in the morning, the temperature outside remained scorchingly hot.
She couldn’t see clearly the night before and was surprised to find that this place was a residential area, not far from where the incident had occurred; she could still see the huge meteor standing tall there.
A four-seater sedan was parked at the entrance.
Jianxiong, with his robust physique, sat in the driver’s seat, Lu Chen took the passenger seat, and Ye Lei, being quite slender, squeezed into the back seat with the two women.
“Let’s go,” Jianxiong started the car and slowly drove out of the neighborhood.
The car was very quiet, and Xiwen, sitting in the middle, unconsciously drifted her gaze towards the passenger seat: “Admiral Lu, it’s only an hour’s drive from here to the Jiang Residence, why didn’t you go back first?”
The man looked out the window, his silver hair fluttering in the light breeze.
Upon hearing the woman’s question, his expression turned slightly cold and a layer of frost formed on the windshield, “In what capacity are you questioning my personal affairs?”