Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 404

But after just one glance, she averted her gaze without a word.

Seeing this, Ci Wan was somewhat surprised.

In truth, she had already guessed that Bai Hongting and Yun Xiaoxiao’s relationship was anything but simple.

That was why she had revealed Bai Hongting’s actions.

However, it seemed Xiao Xiao wasn’t too fond of Commander Bai…

Bai Hongting also noticed Yun Xiaoxiao’s fleeting glance in his direction.

Just as he was about to feel pleased, she looked away again.

His heart sank with disappointment.

"Old Bai, you and Xiao Xiao…"

Peng Shaowei’s eyes darted between the two.

He, too, had picked up on the strange tension between them.

Bai Hongting let out a bitter laugh and shook his head, offering no explanation.

If Xiao Xiao refused to acknowledge him, he couldn’t very well go around proclaiming their relationship.

That night, with Yun Xiaoxiao’s return and the restoration of limbs for Lei Ming and a few others, the mood was joyous.

But around 5 a.m., the ground suddenly trembled violently, as if struck by a massive earthquake.

Everyone, shaken and alarmed, rushed out of their tents.

The sky was still dark.

They could only rely on their hearing to pinpoint the source of the disturbance.

"Over there!"

Lei Ming pointed to the right side of the dense forest.

No sooner had he spoken than a colossal dark figure leaped out from the trees.

In the faint glow of the dying campfire, they could barely make out the silhouette of a gigantic frog—

Deep green with black speckles, its body was enormous, dwarfing even an elephant.

Every time it jumped, the earth seemed to shudder beneath its weight.

In its wake, it left behind thick, slimy trails of mucus.

Any plant touched by the substance withered instantly.

The realization hit them all at once—this thing was dangerous!

Toxic!

While everyone remained on high alert, watching the mutated frog cautiously, a small figure suddenly darted forward.

Before anyone could react, a flash of red light sliced through the air—

The frog was cleaved cleanly in half, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

Everyone: !!!

The speed, the precision, the sheer ferocity… It was unreal!

Ling Jing’s lips curled into a faint smile.

It seemed the little one had stumbled upon quite the adventure during her disappearance.

The group was stunned.

They knew Yun Xiaoxiao was strong—

But this? This was something else entirely.

In the blink of an eye, with a single strike, she had obliterated a mutated creature that clearly packed a punch.

Her power was downright terrifying.

"Thankfully, I’ve got thick skin. Otherwise, comparing myself to this kid would make me want to off myself," Nie Yizhou joked, laughing.

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His words perfectly captured everyone’s thoughts.

Taking deep breaths, they shot Yun Xiaoxiao admiring glances while silently consoling themselves.

As the saying goes, comparison is the thief of joy—so better not dwell on it.

Especially when Yun Xiaoxiao was the benchmark.

Otherwise, you’d start feeling like a complete waste of space…

Yun Xiaoxiao turned to the group, her expression earnest.

"For breakfast, how about grilled frog legs?"

In unison, everyone nodded vigorously.

Yes.

Absolutely yes.

They needed this meal to soothe their wounded pride.

The sun rose early, already scorching by mid-morning.

In just a few days, the island had expanded significantly, its shores creeping outward.

Under the relentless heat, seawater evaporated at an alarming rate.

If the ocean was suffering, one could only imagine the devastation inland.

By noon, the helicopter sent to retrieve them returned.

The group boarded and left the island behind.

But little did they know, something bizarre was quietly unfolding back in Huaguo…

Western Great Sea Base.

"Kid, are you alone?"

A burly guard at the entrance eyed the small boy before him with suspicion.

The boy wore a clean black tracksuit, a black baseball cap pulled low over his face, and a pair of sneakers.

His eyes were hidden beneath the brim, but his pale skin was unmistakable.

Stranger still—despite the sweltering 47°C heat, he was dressed head to toe, his collar snug around his neck, without a single drop of sweat.

The boy adjusted his cap slightly and nodded.

"Take off the hat," the guard ordered.

The boy hesitated briefly before complying, revealing an angelic, boyish face.

The guard blinked.

Honestly, in all his years, he’d never seen a child this good-looking.

Even those kid models on TV couldn’t hold a candle to him.

"Uh… go ahead. But remember to register at the admin office first. That’s how you’ll get your relief supplies."

The guard offered the reminder kindly.

The boy tugged his cap back on and walked past without a word.

The guard clicked his tongue.

Pretty face, zero manners.

Wang Qingdong irritably ran a hand over his buzz cut.

"Damn this cursed weather! Can’t even keep my hair stylish anymore!"

Too much hassle.

So he’d reluctantly chopped off his beloved locks for this ugly, low-maintenance look.

So.

Damn.

Annoying.

"Hey, brat! Watch where you’re going!"

He glared at the small boy who’d just brushed past him.

Already in a foul mood, the accidental bump ignited his temper.

But instead of apologizing, the boy ignored him completely and kept walking.

Wang Qingdong saw red.

He was about to teach the little punk some manners when a voice called out to him.

"Qingdong."

"Dad?"

He turned to see Wang Dahai approaching.

"You need me for something?"

Wang Dahai nodded. "Yeah. We’ve got a lead on those people. Take a team and intercept them with the others."

While Yun Xiaoxiao, Bai Hongting, and the rest were overseas rescuing their countrymen and dismantling that hellhole, the domestic bases hadn’t been idle.

Elvis had sent numerous operatives into Huaguo, so bases like Great Sea had joined forces to hunt them down.

Their mission: eradicate the threat and restore peace to Huaguo’s awakened.

"Got ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‍it. On it now!"

Wang Qingdong straightened, his earlier irritation forgotten.

Truth be told, with a father like Wang Dahai, Qingdong wasn’t a bad kid at heart.

He’d just been spoiled rotten by indulgent elders while his dad was busy building the family legacy.

But these past few months? He’d grown up—a lot.