Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 182

Big Fang's subordinates shivered in fear, not daring to move a finger.

A figure, face hidden in the shadow cast by the dim light, sneered before raising a foot and kicking Big Fang hard in the stomach.

"Ughh!" Big Fang tumbled back, crashing against the wall. He curled up, clutching his stomach in agony.

Clink—

Something small and cold struck his cheek. He forced open one eye and saw a small white porcelain vial lying on the floor. His pupils shrank in surprise. Isn't this…?

"The egg better be in my hands within two days, or else..." The voice rolled out like an approaching storm—slow, ominous, each syllable dragging through the air like iron chains.

Big Fang flinched.

The sentence need not to be finished. Big Fang knew the consequences.

Ignoring the pain, he reached for the white porcelain vial before prostrating himself on the ground, his body trembling.

"Y-yes, Boss."

Despite the searing pain in his gut, a smile crept onto his lips. With this, completing the mission would be much easier.

In the military base, Cang Rou sat with a woman, Zhang Xin's wife, as she mended her husband's clothes.

"You've been staring blankly for a while. What's troubling you?"

A heavy sigh escaped the woman's lips.

"How can I not be like this? Yesterday, this husband of mine suddenly announced he was going to the city to find his half-brother—just because his half-brother appeared in his dreams!" Her voice trembled with frustration. "No matter how much I tried to dissuade him, he refused to listen."

Cang Rou soon heard quiet sobbing.

"Does he think he's still young? Or that he's Lu Bu?! He even has arthritis! How can he leave without thinking?! That scoundrel—when he comes back, I'm divorcing him!"

Meanwhile, in He Cuifei's home, there was a knock in the door.

The door opened, and Lao Gong entered, accompanied by another guard carrying a steaming bowl of congee.

"Uncle Lao! Where did you get this?" Hei Cuifen gasped.

"Those people gave it to us. I wanted to refuse, but they insisted," Lao Gong explained.

He Cuifen was very grateful.

It had been so long since she'd last seen rice grains. Hei Cuifen swallowed her saliva, staring at the congee. "This bowl is too much for me. I'll just take a sip."

As she reached out, she suddenly noticed the man standing beside Lao Gong—Wang Jian.

Wang Jian was a gaunt, wiry man in his late thirties. The hardships of life had carved deep lines into his face. His hollow cheeks and sharp jawline made him look older than his years.

"Brother Wang, give the rest to your daughter." Hei Cuifen took a small sip before offering him the bowl.

Wang Jian shook his head. "Don't worry about her. She already ate. Sister He should eat—you had not a proper meal in the past two days."

Hei Cuifen hesitated, but at his insistence, she downed the bowl quickly. After finishing, she looked at him.

"Brother Wang, how is she now?"

Wang Jian fell silent before answering, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Her asthma is still getting worse."

"If only the medicine hadn't been stolen..."

The three sighed deeply.

"Don't worry. We'll search the surrounding area again tomorrow."

After a while, Wang Jian returned to his room. He walked to the small bed where a frail little girl lay, her breathing labored. His legs weakened, and he sank to his knees beside her. His rough hand gently held her small one.

The child's eyelids fluttered. With great effort, she opened her eyes. "Cough... cough... Papa, is that you?"

Wang Jian clenched his jaw, suppressing his grief. He gently tucked a loose curl behind her ear and forced a smile.