Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Release Madam Queen
Qin Feng squatted down so he was eye-level with the boy, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Wait, are you serious about that last part?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “No boyfriend till you give the green light?”

The boy crossed his arms and gave a firm nod, trying to look as mature as possible. “Of course. She’s my sister.”

Qin Feng chuckled, clearly amused. “Alright, then let me ask you this—what about me?”

The boy blinked. “What about you?”

“I mean,” Qin Feng said, leaning in slightly, teasing in his tone, “if I wanted to be your sister’s boyfriend… would you approve?”

The boy stared at him for a solid three seconds, eyes narrowing. “Hmm.”

Qin Feng waited patiently, arms resting on his knees. The boy tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“You’re good-looking,” he said slowly, “and you were nice to her. You also told me the truth… even though it hurt.”

Qin Feng gave a humble nod, playing along. “So that’s a yes?”

The boy shook his head immediately. “Nope.”

Qin Feng’s mouth dropped open in mock offense. “No?!”

The boy grinned cheekily. “Not now. I just got her back! What if she starts spending all her time with you and forgets about me?”

“Aw, come on,” Qin Feng said with a dramatic sigh. “I’d share her. I promise.”

The boy puffed his cheeks, clearly not impressed. “Nope. Minimum waiting period: three years.”

“Three years? That’s harsh!”

The boy smirked. “That’s non-negotiable. Maybe five if I’m feeling extra protective.”

Qin Feng laughed and ruffled the boy’s hair gently. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

The boy gave him a proud nod. “I’ve been alone for a long time. I don’t want to be replaced.”

Qin Feng’s expression softened.

“Hey… you’re not replaceable. Not even a little. She didn’t go through all that to find you just to replace you.”

The boy’s smile faded slightly, but the warmth in his eyes stayed. “Still, just in case. No dating until I say it’s okay.”

“Got it,” Qin Feng said with mock solemnity. “You have my word. I won’t even hold her hand without your written permission.”

The boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You’re joking, right?”

“A little,” Qin Feng admitted with a chuckle.

The boy sighed. “Adults are weird.”

“We try,” Qin Feng said, standing up and stretching.

“Alright, I’ll deliver your message to your sister. But just know… when you do give your blessing, I’ll be first in line.”

The boy rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”

Qin Feng winked. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, future brother-in-law.”

The boy’s face turned red again. “D-Don’t call me that!”

But Qin Feng just laughed as he walked away, already flipping the notebook closed, ready to make one girl’s morning a whole lot brighter.

Su Jiyai stood just outside the RV, her arms crossed loosely as she looked toward the entrance with a calm, unreadable expression. The breeze tugged gently at the loose strands of her hair, but her eyes stayed steady. She didn’t have to wait long.

Qin Feng stepped out of the RV with a satisfied grin on his face, flipping his notebook closed. The moment his eyes met hers, her cool expression softened, and she gave him a small, polite smile.

Qin Feng raised the folded paper and handed it to her with both hands. “These are the words your little brother wanted to say to you.”

Su Jiyai’s brows drew together slightly in surprise. She carefully unfolded the paper and began to read.

As her eyes scanned the page, her breath caught.

There was no grand confession—just simple, honest words. Words filled with trust. Forgiveness. Affection.

And that same quiet stubbornness she remembered from long ago. A bond repaired, fragile but real.

Her hand trembled slightly, but she didn’t notice. Her heart felt like it was trying to leap out of her chest.

She almost reached out to hug Qin Feng in that moment, almost, but stopped herself just in time. She cleared her throat and composed her face, nodding instead.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice calm but filled with emotion.

“No problem,” Qin Feng said with a grin, clearly amused by her struggle to stay composed.

By the time Su Jiyai entered the main meeting room, her mood was as bright as the morning sun.

She walked in with an easy confidence and took her seat as if the tense silence around her didn’t exist.

Eight powerful figures sat at the large round table.

General Dong cleared his throat and began.

“We don’t have the luxury of time anymore,” he said firmly.

“After analyzing movement patterns, infection rates, and supply chains, we’ve confirmed that the next wave of zombie evolution is near.

We have four months to prepare. When the time comes, we will launch a coordinated strike.

All bases must begin preparing now—logistics, weaponry, manpower. This is a full-scale war.”

The room buzzed with sudden energy. Even the quieter base leaders straightened, eyes sharpening. They all nodded.

But Su Jiyai just sat back, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to.

Her mood was too good to be disturbed.

When the meeting ended, she rose, only to be stopped by a crowd of seven to ten smaller base leaders waiting outside.

“Boss Su, we would like to talk about something.”

Su Jiyai raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

He took a deep breath, then continued, “We want to give up the rights to our bases.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Our people are barely surviving,” another leader added.

“Food shortages. Security problems. Constant attacks. We can’t manage it anymore.”

The spokesperson nodded.

“We know it sounds extreme, but we’re not asking for charity. In return, we’d like permanent residence in the transformed base once you have taken over. Make them strong, like yours.”

Su Jiyai was silent for a moment. Her gaze swept across the group, faces marked by stress, age, and a quiet desperation.

Yet underneath it all, there was hope. They believed in her.

One of the younger leaders stepped forward, voice trembling slightly.

“We saw the strong base you have built. Clean housing. Safety. 24/7 electricity. Cheap food. It is all like a dream come true.”

A slow smile curled on Su Jiyai’s lips.

So it hadn’t been a waste.

She had planted a seed, and now it was blooming.

“You’re sure?” she asked, tone calm but serious.

“This isn’t a light decision. Once I take over, I’ll do things my way. I won’t tolerate corruption, hoarding, or abuse of power.”

One of the elders nodded firmly.

“That’s what we want. Someone who can make it right. We’ve tried everything. And we’re tired. We’re ready to hand it over.”

“Fine,” she said at last, her voice low but steady.

“Submit your formal agreements. Once I verify your sincerity and your bases’ status, we’ll begin integration.”

The group collectively let out a sigh of relief, and a few even smiled.

“Thank you, Boss Su.”

She nodded once.

“Don’t thank me yet. I run things tightly. But if you cooperate, I promise you, your people will eat, sleep safely, and stop living in fear.”

They bowed slightly in respect before stepping back.

As Su Jiyai turned and walked away, her smile deepened.

Su Jiyai was just about to step away when a calm, deep voice called out behind her.

“Boss Su, a moment please.”

She paused, turning her head slightly. Admiral Ru stood there, hands behind his back, his posture straight as a blade. His uniform was crisp, his face unreadable.

She arched an eyebrow. “Something urgent, Admiral?”

He gave her a polite nod. “I’d like to speak with you. Privately. If you’re free.”

Su Jiyai’s expression didn’t change. “I have other matters to attend to.”

Admiral Ru’s gaze sharpened, but his tone remained even. “It’s about Madam Queen.”

The air between them suddenly turned cold.

Su Jiyai’s steps halted completely. Her eyes, cool and calm before, darkened. She turned to face him fully, her voice low and cold. “What about her?”

Admiral Ru didn’t flinch. “Will you spare a few minutes now?”

There was a beat of silence.

Then, slowly, she nodded. “Lead the way.”

They entered a small meeting room down the hall.

The walls were soundproof, the glass tinted. Admiral Ru closed the door behind them and moved to the counter, pouring a cup of water.

“Let’s skip the formalities,” Su Jiyai said flatly, arms crossed. “Just speak.”

Admiral Ru gave a small sigh, setting the cup aside untouched. “Very well.”

He turned to face her. “I’m here to talk about my sister. Madam Queen.”

This time, Su Jiyai was the one who was surprised, before her surprise turned into disbelief.

Admiral Ru’s face tightened, just a little.

“I know what she’s done. I don’t excuse it. But she is still my sister.”

Su Jiyai didn’t respond, waiting.

“I’m not here to demand. I’m not here to argue,” he continued. “I only ask… will you release her?”