Superpowered Love Academy

"You're joking, Fatty." Zuo Le smiled and silently pushed open the door leading to the back room.

This is a very long corridor, with a lamp every five steps on both sides of the wall, casting shadows that are sometimes long and sometimes short.

Zuo Le stopped at the end of the corridor, silently listening to the number of people inside, and made a preliminary judgment.

However, when he pushed open the door, he quietly frowned.

The room actually had more people than he had expected: four men and two women.

The man sitting in the center of the sofa had a cigar in his mouth, a buzz cut, wore a black jacket, his muscles were exposed, and there were black snakes tattooed on his arms.

It was Zhuo Ken.

The way he reached under the skirt of the curly-haired woman next to him gradually overlapped with the image of the bastard in the original owner's memories.

People are easily deceived by Zhuoken's rugged appearance, thinking he's a thug or a henchman.

But he is actually a genuine spirit mage, and a powerful 1st-tier fire spirit mage at that. His ruggedness and muscles are just a disguise, a means to make others subconsciously keep their distance.

If you want to deal with him, you must get closer to him.

"Brother Zhuo."

Zuo Le lowered her head and called out, her voice very soft, sounding somewhat unsure of herself.

Bang!

The bottle smashed against the wall next to Zuo Le, and the shards of glass cut Zuo Le's cheek.

Zhuo Ken withdrew his hand from under the woman's skirt, walked aggressively to Zuo Le, grabbed his head with one hand, and slammed him against the wall.

"Damn it, you can't even do this simple thing right, you piece of trash."

"Uh……"

Seeing that Zuo Le couldn't even speak, Zhuo Ken's eyes flashed with mockery and ridicule.

He brought his face close, pressing it against Zuo Le's ear:

"Zuo Zi, I'm the most tolerant person when it comes to brothers, you know that?"

"I know, Brother Zhuo." Zuo Le nodded reluctantly, pressed against the wall.

“This is a task assigned by Sister Jing, and someone has to do it. You can understand me, right?” Zhuo Ken said again.

I understand.

"I heard your sister also got into Mirror Sky Academy. Since you can't do it, how about this: bring her over tomorrow, and I'll discuss with her what to do, understand?"

As Zhuo Ken spoke, his crotch was making very obvious thrusting movements, making no attempt to hide his lust.

But next second...

puff!

Zhuogen's pupils suddenly widened.

He tried to break free, but Zuo Le grabbed him and held him tightly.

His hands were trembling, his adrenaline was surging, but the blade still pierced down precisely.

Pfft! Pfft!

Zuo Le gently stroked the back of Zhuo Gen's head, her head lowered, but her voice was very gentle:

"Sorry, Brother Zhuo."

Chapter 6 The Void Walker

At first, the other thugs in the room were laughing and joking, either drinking or touching the women next to them.

But after a few seconds, they gradually realized that something was wrong.

Zhuo Ken's posture seems rather strange.

The air gradually grew cold and damp, carrying an indescribable and gloomy atmosphere.

"Brother Zhuo?"

With a shout, Zhuo Ken's strong body suddenly slipped from Zuo Le's grasp, crashed heavily to the ground, and fell silent.

Zuo Le's white shirt was completely stained red with gushing blood.

He held a bloodstained dagger in his hand. It wasn't long, and it didn't look like any kind of divine weapon, but this dagger had already proven itself.

It can kill a person, a legitimate superhuman.

"Ah!~"

The two hostesses screamed, and Zuo Le sensibly opened the door for them. They also sensibly ran out, which was exactly what he wanted to see.

His physical condition was actually very poor, and he was injured, making him completely unsuitable for combat.

Each additional person increases the danger, even if the other party is a woman who doesn't seem to have much fighting ability.

However, their screams brought Zhuo Ken's three henchmen back to their senses.

"You killed Brother Zhuo?" the bald leader asked in horror.

Zuo Le shrugged. Isn't that obvious?

The mustachioed man at the back didn't make a move, while the blond man on the other side grabbed a machete and prepared to advance.

"You fucking want to die!"

Zuo Le made no move or response, just stood there waiting for them to rush over, as if waiting to die.

His sickly appearance made it seem as if he would be beheaded at any moment, but the yellow-haired man's cleaver did not strike anything, only a purple mist.

"what?"

Just as he and the bald man were stunned, the mustachioed man who had been hiding at the back let out a muffled groan.

He subconsciously touched his neck, feeling the warmth spreading in his palm.

"Drink~ Drink..."

He couldn't make a sound from his throat, and the bleeding was unstoppable.

"You?" He clutched his neck and tried to twist his body, but Zuo Le stabbed him twice more in the back.

"Sorry," Zuo Le said casually, pushing the man with the mustache onto the sofa.

"beard?"

The bald man realized something was wrong. The Zuo Le in front of him didn't seem as timid as before; he was even a little scary...

He immediately pulled out a revolver, aimed it at Zuo Le, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunfire illuminated the dark room, but the bullets only pierced through the purple mist left in place before Zuo Le was already behind the bald man!

puff!

Without any hesitation, he severed his carotid artery with a single stroke. This attack would cause the opponent to instinctively clutch his neck, rendering him unable to retaliate.

Then, regardless of whether the other person is dead or not, Zuo Le will silently stab them in the heart twice as a finishing blow.

But the bald man's reaction and ferocity clearly exceeded Zuo Le's expectations. As he released his neck, he actually grabbed Zuo Le with his other hand.

puff!

Pfft!

Two stabbing sounds came at the same time; the first was Zuo Le stabbing the bald man's chest again.

The other sound came from the blond-haired man, who had just realized what was happening, and he stabbed Zuo Le in the side of the abdomen.

“Uh!” Zuo Le frowned.

Actually, he originally wanted to kill the blond guy at the back first so that his back wouldn't be exposed, but he couldn't because the bald guy had a gun, which disrupted his plan.

The pistol was too dangerous; he had to take out the bald man first.

The excruciating pain nearly rendered Zuo Le incapacitated, but Huang Mao's physical abilities far surpassed his, and his reactions were much faster.

He slashed Zuo Le's right arm with his knife, and Zuo Le's weak body could no longer hold on, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

"Damn it, let's see where you run now!"

The knife was aimed directly at Zuo Le's head. If he couldn't dodge it, his head would surely be blown apart. However, it only took Huang Mao's face less than a second to go from twisted and cruel to stunned and bewildered.

His knife pierced through the purple mist and struck the bald man, but was caught in the man's shoulder blade.

The next second, the still-warm barrel of the revolver, from the moment it was fired, was pressed against the back of the blond-haired man's head.

The blond-haired man clearly realized what it was; his previously arrogant expression vanished, replaced by stiffness and panic.

"No, Zuo Zi, I..."

boom!

"Feel sorry."

Seeing the other person's head explode with the gunshot, Zuo Le's tense body and mind finally relaxed at that moment.

As his adrenaline receded, waves of fatigue and stress nearly drained him dry.

He pushed aside the mustachioed corpse on the sofa, slammed his nearly unconscious body onto it, and gasped for breath.

He bent down again and rummaged through the pocket of the man with the mustache.

Wallet, lighter, Shanghai Health Brand cigarettes.

Yes, that's good.

Zuo Le took out a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

Hiss~ Whoosh!

The smoke spreading from the mouth is like a signal to release stress, making people feel comfortable.

Only at this moment did Zuo Le truly relax.

He glanced at his personal attribute panel and began to review the course of the battle.

[Spiritual Power: 0.501]

"really!"

Because of the Void Talent's characteristic of constantly accumulating and consuming energy, the third Void Walk consumed a full 5 points of spiritual energy, which was 10 times that of the second time, putting a severe burden on Zuo Le's body and nearly causing him to collapse.

Fortunately, he had already anticipated this when he tested his abilities in the dormitory.

Therefore, upon discovering that there were four men and two women in the room, Zuo Le immediately decided that the first kill could not use his abilities and that he should strike first.

In the end, most of his choices were correct.

In particular, taking advantage of Zhuoken's proximity to launch a surprise attack and eliminate this most threatening superhuman without taking any damage would be the wisest decision.

The only flaw was that we didn't expect these people to have guns; we almost messed things up because of them.

Be vigilant next time you encounter a similar situation.

Reviewing past mistakes is an essential quality for any job and for dealing with any error, and Zuo Le has always believed this.

However, the current situation will not improve because of the review. His wound on his side is still bleeding, and his body has fallen into a weakness that is almost hopeless.

Actually, Zuo Le didn't want to stay lying there any longer, but her weak body simply didn't have the strength.

Just then, approaching footsteps sounded outside the door.

At this moment, Zuo Le had no ability to retaliate. He glanced at the magazine of his revolver, which still had two bullets left, and couldn't help but laugh.

"If all else fails, I can always save one for myself."

As Zuo Le joked about himself, his gaze was fixed on the doorway, as if it were a solid object.

The door was opened and the bartender, Fei, walked in. He glanced at the corpses in the room with some surprise, then looked at Zuo Le sitting on the sofa, holding a gun.

His gaze shifted, and a smile suddenly appeared on his plump face:

"Killed them all? Impressive, Zuo Zi."

The change in the bartender's title from "Little Zuo" to "Zuozi" is essentially a form of underworld recognition, signifying that he has been elevated from a junior to a peer.