When the tsunami hit, Ning Qiang was watching a downloaded movie at his villa halfway up the mountain—a beautiful American heroic epic.

Halfway through reading, he heard a commotion outside. He frowned, stubbed out his cigarette, and asked his subordinate:

What's going on outside?

A man rushed in in a panic: "Second Young Master, something terrible has happened! A tsunami is coming!"

A tsunami? Ning Qiang walked a few steps to the balcony.

Down the mountain, the waves surged higher and higher, completely submerging the tent area near the sea. Various debris floated in the water, making it dirty and smelly.

The villagers were jostling and pushing each other, running awkwardly up the mountain.

Looking up, he saw dark clouds rolling in, with a few points of light shining down through the thin clouds, much like the texture of the beautiful Chinese blockbuster he had just watched.

Hmm, if we add some more lightning and thunder, it'll be even more like a disaster movie.

Ning Qiang's first reaction was not to run away, but to assume that since the Chinese village had been hit by the tsunami, the Chinatown would probably be no exception.

Pei Nansheng and his sister, one with fire powers and the other with bizarre powers, are both incredibly destructive, but they don't have wings. Can they escape this disaster?

On second thought, if they don't have wings, but they have airplanes, where did they hide them?

If I wasn't near the plane, hmph...

For a moment, I was in a daze, unsure whether I hoped they would escape or that they couldn't escape.

Ning Xiaoqi and Ning Dage rushed in, "Second Young Master, what do we do?"

They came from China by ship, and chose to stay here because there was a harbor nearby where they could dock.

The Ning family members stayed on board to keep watch, but we couldn't get in touch with them several times. We don't know what happened to them now.

The road leading down the mountain was flooded; leaving was not an option, nor was staying.

"Have you arranged what I asked you to do last time?"

Ning Da quickly replied, "It's all done."

After witnessing firsthand the bombing of the Scorpion Division by planes bearing the American logo, Ning Qiang thought it was a good idea and ordered his men to paint the American logo on the Ning family's planes.

If someone upsets him, he will do the same thing.

Nodding in satisfaction:

"If important supplies are loaded onto the plane and things don't go well, transfer them immediately."

The important supplies Ning Qiang mentioned refer to are food, medicine, and firearms and ammunition.

The frustrating thing is that there are only 5 planes in total, so it's impossible to take everything with them.

"What can't be taken with us, move it to the top of the mountain."

"yes."

Ning Xiaoqi and Ning Dage quickly went to make the arrangements.

The sea level rose seven or eight meters, and all that could be seen of He Xiao and his friends' former home was now just the roof.

The sky grew darker, and the sea breeze carried wisps of mist. Ning Qiang took a deep breath, and the salty, damp taste filled his nostrils and mouth. He fanned himself uncomfortably.

I thought of Pei Nansheng and his sister again. I wonder how they are doing?

Tangren Village is situated on the edge of a sea cliff, at a high altitude with an average elevation difference of 500 to 600 meters, equivalent to the height of the hillside villas in Ningqiang.

Compared to Chinatown, the villagers in the Chinese village are in much greater danger.

The Chinese villagers who adopted a wait-and-see attitude and were unable to react in time, especially those living on the coast, were initially unable to escape the catastrophic disaster.

Ning Qiang watched helplessly as more than twenty people were swallowed up by a giant wave.

The tide rose rapidly, and within ten minutes, half of the Chinese village was submerged.

Those villagers who couldn't escape up the mountain, especially those with weaker constitutions, would disappear without a trace after a single wave.

Those who were physically stronger struggled in the water, knowing that no one would come to their rescue or call for help, and desperately tried to save themselves.

They had enough driftwood, and were trying to swim towards shallower water, attempting to climb onto the roof...

Some were clearly capable of saving themselves, yet they let the seawater engulf them with expressions of despair...

Ning Qiang closed his eyes, thinking that all his relatives were gone and he did not want to live alone.

Just then, they heard a child crying in the distance.

Ning Qiang looked toward the sound of crying and saw a man pushing a wooden basin, paddling hard toward the shallow water. A boy of about four or five years old was sitting in the basin.

The child was terrified by the sudden turn of events and burst into tears. The man, presumably the child's father, was paddling and talking to himself.

They were too far away to hear what the man was saying, but he was probably trying to comfort the boy.

Families who still have children after the apocalypse are usually those who were doing quite well in the early stages of the apocalypse.

Over the years, the family's savings were all gone, and the man became so thin that only his eyes remained on his face. His strong will to survive struck Ning Qiang like a ray of light.

Having just witnessed someone indifferently seeking death, Ning Qiang was deeply moved when he turned around and saw someone desperately trying to survive.

The giant wave bared its fangs, about to catch up with the man. The man didn't turn around, but he could hear the sound of the waves. The look in his eyes as he looked at his son revealed despair.

Without a second thought, Ning Qiang's wings unfurled instantly, and he swooped down, one giant claw lifting the boy while the other grabbed the man.

Suddenly lifted into the air, the boy was so frightened that he forgot to cry. He looked at the ground, then turned to look at the huge eagle that had grabbed him, its claws sharp and its joints terrifying.

The little one burst into even louder tears.

The boy's father was startled, but he didn't forget the moment he was grabbed, and instinctively picked up the wooden basin.

On the day the scorpion blew up the gate of the Chinese village, the man hid in the distance and witnessed Ning Qiang's transformation.

Ning Qiang is high and mighty, there's no need for him to make things difficult for a nobody like him; he's clearly here to rescue them.

Ning Qiang abandoned the father and son in a dry spot halfway up the mountain and flew away.

The man bowed and kowtowed in the direction Ning Qiang had flown away, thanking him incessantly, regardless of whether Ning Qiang could hear him.

Stopping his crying, the little boy tugged at his father's clothes, pointed to the air, and uttered two words: "Big bird."

The man patted his son's head. "It was the eagle. The eagle saved us."

“Eagle, eagle is a good bird, right, Dad?”

The man's mouth twitched; his savior certainly didn't like being called a 'good bird'.

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