Superpowered Love Academy

"Do you think I'm blind? You came back yesterday with a gun and a knife, covered in blood. Zuo Le, did you do something you shouldn't have? Have you thought about what would happen to the old man if you died out there?"

Zuo Jingyu's tone was somewhat agitated and stern, with obvious worry.

Zuo Le wasn't used to such intense emotions; they were too obvious and would put him under psychological pressure.

"What do you mean, 'die out there'? Can't you wish me well for once? You're such a bad omen." Zuo Le could only use these words to shut Zuo Jingyu out, and then turned and walked outside.

There was no way around it; he had been alone for too long and had long forgotten how to respond to other people's feelings.

He only uses his own speculation and judgment to handle relationships with people.

"Where are you going?"

"Just going out for a casual stroll."

Zuo Jingyu watched Zuo Le's retreating figure and suddenly curled her lips into a smile:

"People do change, but how could someone not recognize their brother after more than ten years of living together?"

In the blacksmith's shop hall, Zuo Zhengming had already started working, forging his product for the day: a shovel.

Although swords and knives are expensive, they require high levels of craftsmanship and precise furnace control. His small shop couldn't sell them well; shovels were much better.

Zuo Le greeted Zuo Zhengming as he passed by, then headed towards the shantytown street.

In broad daylight, there were small groups of children on the road, but most of them were not very cute.

When they chased each other around playing, they would occasionally pick up stones from the road and smash other people's windows, or mix a clump of excrement with a stick and throw it on the door of someone they didn't like.

Zuo Le adjusted the hood of his hoodie and walked straight towards the end of the shantytown street.

After turning the corner, the children gradually disappeared, leaving only some burly adults.

There were also some female gamblers whose clothes looked decent enough, but whose seductive charm was even stronger than that of the prostitutes on the bar street.

The gambling den, converted from a grain depot, was hidden in the innermost alley at the crossroads. The tin gate used to have the words "Rice, Flour, Oil, and Grain" hanging on it, but at some point it was changed to "Chess and Card Games for Friends".

The handwriting was crooked and messy, clearly done by someone with little education using paint.

Some frantic shouts came from inside the grain store:

"Four, five, six, leopard, I won!"

"Fuck you, you got seven small wins in a row, were you cheating?"

"How about I let you touch me, and you give me 200?"

Zuo Le bypassed the burly man guarding the gate and walked through the metal door.

The interior space was larger than the exterior, with seven or eight tables scattered throughout the hall, displaying dominoes, dice, cards, and all sorts of other items.

Of course, there's also the most common pinball machine.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes and sweat. Several gamblers who were rolling dice noticed Zuo Le approaching and looked up at him.

"Young man, want to play a few rounds?"

Zuo Le ignored them, his gaze passing over the group and moving deeper into the casino:

Where's Bald Li?

As soon as the sound came out, the surroundings fell silent. Except for two gamblers who had lost all their money and were sleeping in the corner, everyone else looked at Zuo Le.

"What? Dude, you're not here to hang out, you're here to find someone?"

"I bet they're not here to find anyone, they're here to cause trouble, aren't they? Hahaha..."

The jeers rose and fell for a while, followed by loud laughter from several people.

The venue wasn't big, so even the slightest noise could be heard inside.

Not long after, Bald Li, the gang leader who usually collected protection money from the street, came out of the inner room with a belly as big as a pregnant woman's.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and two walnuts twirling in his hand, acting like an old-timer.

He walked up to Zuo Le, looked him up and down, and then smiled:

"Young man, are you looking for someone?"

Zuo Le leaned against the gambling table behind him:

“I am Zuo Le from Lianfeng 78. My family will not pay the management fee this month.”

The bald man glanced at Zuo Le, then smiled and exchanged glances with the other thugs, letting out a sneer:

"You're Old Man Zuo's son? Didn't your father teach you not to meddle in adult matters?"

Zuo Le didn't say anything, just silently watched the group.

The tall, thin man who had been observing Zuo Le suddenly tightened his gaze and whispered something to Bald Li.

Bald Li's previously nonchalant expression froze, and his gaze quickly swept over Zuo Le's face:

"What did you just say your name was?"

"Zuo Le".

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the atmosphere became eerie.

The people playing here are all shrewd; if they sense something's wrong, unless they're really into gambling, they'll generally stop playing their cards.

Someone muttered to themselves:

"The news that came from the docks yesterday is that the person who wiped out Red Apple was named Zuo Le."

"I've heard about it too. He single-handedly took on more than a dozen people, even breaking Scarface. He's incredibly fierce."

"Is it the same person? Maybe it's just a coincidence of names?"

Quiet whispers, like bubbles on the surface of water, would occasionally surface.

No one dared to step forward again; some even instinctively took a half-step back.

Bald Li stopped eating the walnuts in his hand and looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a white hoodie. He was not muscular and his face was not fierce.

But just his presence alone made the atmosphere of the entire casino feel off.

Bald Li swallowed hard, but still stubbornly refused to speak:

"How can you prove that you are Zuo Le?"

Zuo Le took out the pack of cigarettes from last night, still stained with blood, and lit one for himself.

"Hiss~ How do you want me to prove it?"

Bald Li gave a wink to the person next to him, and his henchman immediately picked up an iron pipe from the table and weighed it in his palm.

Zuo Le didn't move, just watched them quietly, her calmness sending chills down one's spine.

Bald Li was still unwilling to give up, and what he was unwilling to give up was not the protection fee from a blacksmith shop.

Rather, it was because they were unwilling to have their authority on this street challenged!

"What are you standing there for? Get them!"

The henchman gritted his teeth, raised the iron pipe, and smashed it towards Zuo Le's shoulder.

Zuo Le didn't dodge; he simply took half a step forward, and the iron pipe grazed his shoulder and missed its mark. He then grabbed the man's wrist with his left hand, and with a crisp 'crack,' the iron pipe fell to the ground.

Ah! ~

While the man was still screaming, another man swung an iron bar at Zuo Le.

boom!

The gunshot rang out in the closed grain station, and the echo reverberated three times in the tin-roofed building.

Zuo Le shoved the gun into the man's mouth and poked his throat with the scalding barrel.

Are you good at fighting?

Chapter 48 Should I call you Brother Zuo now?

The casino fell silent once again, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Zuo Le didn't look up at Bald Li, and even put away his pistol. He bent down to pick up the iron pipe from the ground, weighed it in his palm a couple of times, and smiled as he beckoned to everyone present:

"Come!"

Seeing that Zuo Le didn't use a pistol, his suppressed emotions finally erupted at this moment.

Bald Li's four henchmen exchanged glances and rushed forward.

The leader swung an iron bar and smashed it down on Zuo Le, while two others blocked his flanks from the left and right, and the last one pressed down from behind with a hammer.

These are techniques they've honed through group fights; most people simply can't stop them.

Instead of retreating and dodging, Zuo Le accelerated forward and struck the opponent's fingers holding the iron rod with even greater force.

Ah!! ~

The excruciating pain of his shattered finger brought him screams.

However, the other three had already taken this opportunity to surround him, but just as they closed in, Zuo Le's figure disappeared from their encirclement.

The purple mist had not yet dissipated.

Thump! ~

A muffled thud came from the side!

Zuo Le never held back when he hit people. With this blow, the thug on the right had a mouthful of teeth fly out, and his chin also tilted to the side.

Next came the third person, the tall, thin guy who had just reminded Bald Li. He realized something was wrong and took two steps back.

But Zuo Le was too fast, so neither running away nor dodging seemed to make any difference.

As Zuo Le approached like a ghost, the sweeping iron rod magnified in his field of vision.

then……

boom!

The tall, thin man didn't even have time to scream before he was knocked unconscious by a blow from a stick.

The last burly man with the hammer was the only tough one among the four.

He raised his hammer and swung it at Zuo Le several times. Although Zuo Le dodged each time, the hammer's force was powerful and he suppressed Zuo Le for a time.

The burly man fought with increasing ferocity, seemingly poised to smash Zuo Le's head in the next second.

No matter how he attacked, it seemed to fall just short. After several swings of the hammer, he was already panting heavily.

Just after a round of hammer blows, Zuo Le stepped on the hammer.

"Look over there." Zuo Le pointed to the right, and the burly man looked over accordingly.

Thump! ~

The dull thud of an iron rod striking a man's head followed by the sound of the burly man falling to the ground.

"Not very smart."

After dealing with these four people, most of the gamblers had already fled, but a few of the more aggressive ones remained, scrambling for the loose change on the table.

Zuo Le dropped the stick, flicked his foot, grabbed the iron hammer from before, and walked towards Bald Li.

"Hey, don't do it! I even treated your dad to dinner!"

Bald Li kept shrinking back, as if all his bones had been removed, and he couldn't even stand up.

Zuo Le walked up to the bald man with a smile.

The hammerhead spun in his hand, and the handle fell back into his grasp.

Hiss~ Whoosh~

After taking the last drag of his cigarette, Zuo Le politely flicked the butt into the ashtray, then turned and smiled at Bald Li.

"it is good."

Raise the hammer!

Bang! ~ Bang! Bang!

Two minutes later...