The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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But at this tense moment, an unexpected figure suddenly jumped off the dilapidated school bus.

It's Saya Takagi!

Her school uniform was filthy, and her face still bore the blush of shame and tear stains, but at this moment, her face held an intense, urgent excitement, as if she had survived a disaster.

She staggered towards the convoy opposite, ignoring the gun barrels pointed in their direction, and with all her might, she cried out to a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit with a stern face, "Father!"

The imposing middle-aged man suddenly trembled!

He could hardly believe his eyes. When he confirmed that the pink-haired girl who was running towards him without regard for anything was his long-lost daughter who had been causing him great anxiety, his tense and stern face was instantly overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy!

"Saya!"

He shouted and immediately rushed out from behind the armored vehicle's cover, disregarding the danger, while excitedly yelling at a car behind him: "Yuriko!"

It's sand...it's sand!

Our Saya is still alive!

As he shouted, the car door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman dressed in a well-fitting kimono with a dignified and graceful demeanor rushed out. When she saw the figure she had longed for, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

This unexpected family reunion in the post-apocalyptic wasteland stunned everyone.

The police officers, guns drawn, exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what to do. (The rest of the text appears to be random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete message.)

Wang Meng, however, simply watched the scene with interest. His gaze fell on the man referred to as "father," who was clearly the leader of the caravan.

Soichiro Takashiro—the leader of a right-wing group in Tokoname City, a powerful figure who wielded immense influence in peacetime—was now tightly embracing his daughter, trembling with emotion.

But after confirming that his daughter was safe and sound, his rationality as a leader quickly returned.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who stood alone atop the mountain of corpses, like a demon god, with an extremely complex gaze that mixed gratitude, fear, and scrutiny.

He knew very well that without this boy, let alone finding his daughter, his convoy probably wouldn't even have made it out of this street.

"Let him...let them come over."

Takashiro Soichiro gave orders to his men, his voice somewhat hoarse.

The order was conveyed swiftly.

The convoy's previously tight defenses slowly, with a sense of awe and unease, opened a gap.

Wang Meng was not surprised at all.

He strode leisurely across the carpet of blood and gore, toward a white van that had made way for the convoy.

Behind him, the people on the school bus also got off one after another.

They all followed behind him, seemingly in a daze as if they had survived a disaster.

Under the tense, fearful, and curious gazes of everyone in the convoy, this strange little group, centered around a terrifying man, officially joined the torrent of survivors.

Takashiro Soichiro's men were very efficient.

Soon, the keys to a cleaned van were handed to them.

Along with the shipment came several cases of bottled water, two cartons of cigarettes, and even two submachine guns and several full magazines—clearly, Takashiro Soichiro was using his privileges to send these as a gesture of goodwill.

Because Wang Meng had cleared away the surrounding zombies in a near-miraculous way, the convoy gained precious, temporary safety.

Takashiro Soichiro was making the most of the time, directing his men to enter the convenience stores and pharmacies on both sides of the street and scavenge for any useful supplies.

He tried several times to approach Wang Meng and talk to him, but seeing the cold aura emanating from the boy that kept strangers at bay, he ultimately didn't dare to go forward.

However, Wang Meng's next move surprised everyone.

He didn't check the weapons or pay attention to anyone. He simply walked to the van and dumped all the cases of bottled water on the ground with a "whoosh".

Then, right there in front of everyone, under the watchful or shocked gazes of all the survivors, he began to undress.

First was the blue outfit, its original color no longer discernible, hardened by blood and flesh, and then the inner shirt underneath.

He casually tossed the tattered items on the ground, revealing a powerful yet somewhat immature upper body that left everyone speechless.

It wasn't the kind of useless, muscle-bound build-up you get in the gym; it was a perfectly sculpted physique, sharp and powerful, like a cheetah, adding a ferocious aura to this young body that was incongruous with its age.

But he didn't stop.

He then casually pulled down his trousers and the underpants of his ancient costume to his feet.

Thus, a perfect and powerful man, full of primal masculine charm, was laid bare and exposed to everyone.

"ah!"

Several female students let out suppressed screams, their faces instantly turning red as they turned away, not daring to look any longer.

Even the elegant and graceful noblewoman, Yuriko Takashiro, who had just reunited with her daughter, blushed instantly and subconsciously tried to turn her head away. However, for some reason, her gaze seemed to be drawn to the visually striking young body for a moment before she hurriedly looked away, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the "trophies" near Wang Meng reacted even more violently.

Wang Meng seemed oblivious to the stares he was receiving.

He unscrewed a bottle of purified water and slowly poured it over his head.

The clear water washed away his dirty hair and body, carrying away most of the blood and flesh, and pooled into puddles of grayish-black sewage at his feet.

Soon, one bottle of water was used up, and he unscrewed the second and third bottles without stopping... He used the most luxurious resources in this apocalyptic ruins, oblivious to everyone else, to wash away the blood and filth from himself.

But simply rinsing with pure water is clearly not enough to clean it. Some stains, mixed with congealed blood clots and bits of flesh, had long since dried and become embedded deep within the texture of his skin, like stubborn putty, which could not be removed by water alone.

Wang Meng frowned and stopped the ineffective rinsing.

His cold, slightly impatient gaze swept over the women in shock and humiliation not far away, finally landing precisely on Takagi Saya.

"School girl!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable, self-righteous tone of command: "Come help me!"

This seemingly ordinary statement struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in everyone's minds!

Saya Takagi's pretty face flushed crimson with color, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her slender neck and then to her chest. She looked as if she had been plunged into boiling water, and even her two pink twin ponytails seemed to be on fire!

"asshole!"

Takashiro Soichiro finally lost his temper. His dignified face was contorted with extreme anger, and veins bulged on his forehead. He took a step forward, about to shout angrily.

"Soichiro!"

His wife, Yuriko Takagi, who was standing beside him, used all her strength to hold onto his arm tightly!

Reason told her that the consequences of angering the monster before them were something they could not afford.

As if to confirm her despairing judgment, Qin Hongmian, who had been standing silently behind Wang Meng, made an extremely subtle movement.

She simply raised her hand slightly, and a jet-black iron caltrop flew out of her grasp.

"Ding!"

A soft sound, almost drowned out by the idling of the engine.

However, the small concealed weapon, like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, penetrated deeply into the thick outer armor of the police armored vehicle without any resistance, leaving only a slightly trembling tail end sticking out!

The anger that Takashiro Soichiro was about to unleash was instantly extinguished by this unbelievable scene, freezing in his throat.

The rest of the convoy didn't even dare to breathe.

The police officers and bodyguards holding guns had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads; their weapons seemed so powerless and ridiculous at that moment.

Saeko Busujima crossed her arms, her eyes filled with extreme seriousness.

As she watched this scene unfold, seeing Takagi Saya's trembling, frail back, and witnessing the unassuming Qin Hongmian take action, she understood that obedience was the only option.

Saya Takagi's mind went blank, and her ears were ringing.

Her gaze instinctively fell upon her parents. She saw her father's face flushed with anger and humiliation, and the desperate plea in her mother's eyes.

That was her strongest support from childhood to adulthood, and the source of all her pride.

A few hours ago, she would have refused without hesitation, even if it meant death.

But now... her gaze involuntarily drifted back to Wang Meng.

She saw his perfect male body, brimming with primal power; she saw the enormous spear, its size astonishing, swaying slightly with his breath; and she saw his cold, mocking eyes, which regarded everything as worthless.

This world is no longer the world she knows.

A father's power is nothing but a joke in the face of absolute violence.

And she... she is no longer that aloof genius girl.

She was merely this man's spoils of war.

A slave has no right to disobey his master's orders.

That burning sense of shame, after a brief struggle, did not disappear; instead, it fermented into a darker, more twisted...excitement.

Her body is more honest than her brain.

Just imagining touching that body that had brought her endless humiliation with her own hands made her thighs shamefully and slowly ooze a sticky wetness once again.

Give up... What's the point of resisting?

Nothing will change except giving him a more interesting reason to "punish" himself in front of his parents.

Besides, shouldn't the strong be worshipped?

Saya Takagi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. When she raised her head again, all the struggle and hesitation in her eyes had vanished, leaving only a resigned, deathly calm.

She turned around and met her parents' incredulous, heartbroken gazes.

She didn't speak, but gently yet with unwavering determination, she broke free from her mother's hand, which she instinctively reached out to hold.

Then, she took a step.

She walked past the stunned crowd, past the police officers with complex expressions, and finally stopped in front of Wang Meng.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, but kept her head down and said in a trembling voice, barely loud, "Yes... senior..."

Those two words made her blood seem to freeze.

But once it's out loud, a sense of resigned, decadent ease follows.

Wang Meng was quite pleased with how she addressed him, a playful smile curving his lips.

He didn't say anything, he just stood there naked, waiting for her service.

Saya Takagi walked tremblingly to the water tank, tore open her school uniform jacket, soaked it in cold purified water, and then wrung it out.