Superpowered Love Academy

Zuo Le rubbed his neck as he walked out of the grain store.

Yesterday's battle was too intense, and today even the slightest movement makes my whole body sore.

Walking down the street in the shantytown, several gamblers who had just run out from the direction of the grain station saw him and immediately scurried around him along the wall, as if they had seen a plague god.

A child was squatting at the alley entrance playing with pebbles when an adult suddenly pulled him into the house and slammed the door shut.

From this day forward, the name Zuo Le will strike fear into this street.

Zuo Le simply smiled at this.

When he got home, Zuo Jingyu was already waiting for him at the door:

Where did you go just now?

"Just taking a walk!" Zuo Le said matter-of-factly.

"Zuo Le, I am also a martial artist!"

"Oh, you're so amazing." Zuo Le gave her a perfunctory compliment.

"You're covered in blood, so I'm the one who has to wash you off!" Zuo Jingyu glared angrily!

"Then I'll help you wash next time?"

"what?"

Zuo Le casually retorted, but Zuo Jingyu stood there stunned.

Taking advantage of the moment before her sister could react, Zuo Le quickly slipped away and went upstairs alone.

"You?" Zuo Jingyu stood at the top of the stairs, clenching her fists.

He had nothing else to do these past two days, which was a good time to recover and make up for the training he had missed.

Of course, we also need to go to Bailu to get what belongs to him!

Having made plans for what to do next, Zuo Le quickly got into his own rhythm and began practicing the Demonic Breathing Technique in his room!

Aside from going downstairs for meals, Zuo Le didn't leave the house again during that time; he was completely immersed in his cultivation routine.

By Sunday afternoon, Zuo Le had fully recovered and her eyes were bright and alert.

Over two days, he completed a total of 71 cycles of the Demonic Breathing Technique.

Power: 1.355

Agility: 1.223

Physical condition: 1.267

Spiritual Power: 7.426 (Conversion)

All attributes increased by 71 experience points, but the biggest increase was not in physical three dimensions, but in spiritual power, which increased by a total of 410 points.

The three-dimensional enhancement can indeed make him much stronger in a short period of time.

But what truly propelled him to extraordinary heights was his spiritual power.

Spiritual power is directly related to walking in the void and using illusory creations; it is the most decisive force.

Zuo Le went downstairs and changed into the jacket that Zuo Jingyu had washed and dried.

The previous battle had left the clothes somewhat tattered, but it suited the gangster's image perfectly.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Zuo Zhengming rubbing his head as he walked back.

"Hmm, that's strange..."

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"I went to the grain store to pay my share today, and the person there didn't take my money," Zuo Zhengming said guiltily, looking at Zuo Le.

Zuo Le, of course, knew what the old man was thinking. He patted Zuo Zhengming on the shoulder:

"This is a good thing!"

"Good thing?"

"Take this money and buy some wine. Stop drinking your good-for-nothing all day long," Zuo Le said, and walked towards the door.

"Are you going out?"

"Yeah, I made plans to go out with someone."

"Then be careful on your way. If it's a girl, try your best to sleep with her!"

When Zuo Zhengming shouted these words, Zuo Le couldn't help but stagger.

……

Dock area.

When Zuo Le arrived at Bailu Bar at 5 o'clock, there were not many people there, only the bartender Fei at the bar and the waiter next to him.

Upon seeing him arrive, the bartender Fei immediately stood up to greet him.

"Holy crap, Zuo Zi, how are you so awesome? You really single-handedly took down Red Apple. I heard even Scarface fell to you?"

When you took action that day, were the police present? Did they help? Wait, shouldn't I call you Brother Zuo now?

"Don't exaggerate, Fatty."

Zuo Le smiled. His relationship with the bartender Fei was delicate. They had always maintained a very polite relationship, but the strength of their relationship depended entirely on mutual benefit.

Zuo Le's current assertiveness has solidified and stabilized the relationship of interests between the two.

"What nonsense am I exaggerating? You're the one exaggerating! This record, tsk..."

"I was just lucky, did Sister Jing come?"

Zuo Le still habitually used "luck" as a humble expression, and didn't continue to boast, getting straight back to the main topic.

The bartender, Fatty, immediately grinned, made a gloating expression, and pointed inside:

"They're waiting inside; they've had quite a bit to drink."

"okay, I get it."

Zuo Le patted the fat bartender on the shoulder and walked towards the back room.

As he passed the bartender, Xiao Xu, the young man immediately bowed in greeting.

"Brother Zuo."

Zuo Le patted him on the shoulder and casually took out a 50-yuan note and stuffed it into his breast pocket.

"Let's have a late-night snack."

"Thank you, Brother Zuo." Xiao Xu's respect deepened.

Zuo Le waved his hand, pushed open the door, and quickly went to the back room.

The room was filled with the strong smell of smoke and alcohol. Xu Jing's face was flushed like a mature woman's, indicating that she had drunk quite a bit.

She only had two subordinates with her, a far cry from the large entourage she had before.

However, during this meeting with Zuo Le, all the laziness, confidence, arrogance, and control she had displayed as a gangster boss were completely gone.

Now, Xu Jing only has one thing in her eyes.

fear!

Chapter 49 Negotiation with Xu Jing

"Drinking so much? Sister Jing is in high spirits!"

Zuo Le pointed to the cigarettes and alcohol on the table, then walked to the sofa and sat down.

His composure remained unchanged, not only because of the power of his ability to walk in the void, but also because of the confidence he gained from the improvement of his basic strength.

However, Zuo Le was still not careless. Although the other party did not bring many people and did not seem to pose much of a threat, he never underestimated the bottom line of underworld figures.

Or rather, organized crime has never had any bottom line.

The so-called loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness are nothing more than the underworld's self-glorification.

"Zuo Le, you really surprise me!"

Xu Jing leaned against the sofa, unbuttoned two buttons on her collar, and lit another cigarette for herself.

After lighting the cigarette, she tossed it on the table, gestured to Zuo Le with her lips, indicating that Zuo Le should have one too.

However, Zuo Le today is completely different from last time.

He neither accepted the cigarette nor drank the alcohol.

Xu Jing naturally noticed this, her eyebrows furrowed, and her voice carried dissatisfaction:

"What, Brother Zuo, are you not giving me face?"

"Sister Jing is joking. I caught a cold yesterday and have a sore throat, so I really can't smoke. As for drinking... I took cephalosporin this morning because of my sore throat, but I'm afraid that won't work either."

Why did you dare to smoke, drink, and smash a bowl in front of Xu Jing last time?

Because at that time he had nothing.

Xu Jing wouldn't resort to despicable methods like poisoning or drugging a nobody with no achievements or reputation.

So Zuo Le dared to do anything back then!

But things are different now; Zuo Le really single-handedly took down Scarface.

Such a record, whether achieved through drugging or poisoning, is a worthwhile tactic and a common method used by the underworld.

The gentle refusal revealed Zuo Le's wariness.

Xu Jing obviously knew this, so she didn't insist on anything. She simply straightened up, took her wine glass and cigarette, and sat down next to Zuo Le.

With her rich, warm voice, she whispered in Zuo Le's ear:

"Zuo Le, I admit I misjudged him."

Zuo Le could feel her breath, and the perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol. This ambiguous distance made it easy for something to happen.

But Zuo Le didn't help others wash their pots, nor did he have the habit of drinking the water used to wash other people's pots.

He tilted his head back slightly:

"Sister Jing, someone must have already told you what kind of person I am that night, right?"

When Zuo Le said those words, he kept staring into Xu Jing's eyes.

Zuo Le noticed the contraction of her pupils, the uncontrollable panic in her eyes, and her helplessness after being exposed.

Sure enough, Xu Jing had been in contact with someone else that night.

who can that be?

Although it was only for a moment, as the leader of the Black Snake Gang, Xu Jing's mental fortitude was still quite good. She quickly adjusted and recovered, appearing nonchalant:

"What do you mean by that?"

But in that instant, it was enough for Zuo Le to be certain that his earlier probing was correct.

Zuo Le actually knew nothing.

He didn't have many information or intelligence channels, and often he could only guess and deduce from the people and things he came into contact with.

Today's test of Xu Jing was based on his realization during his interactions with Han Bing: there was a higher being watching them.

This person is most likely Xu Jing's 'boss'.

Generally speaking, it's impossible for someone in a high position who has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles to have a close relationship with someone like Xu Jing, a member of a gang, let alone a mistress.

Xu Jing, you're so dirty!

The filth here is not just about physical purity.

Her impure background and impure body meant she could only be a tool for those in power.

Those in high positions who are qualified to give orders to those below them.

The relationship between the two parties is generally one of control.

Most of their communication was one-way, which gave Zuo Le the opportunity to test the waters: