Superpowered Love Academy

Zuo Le chuckled, put away his pistol, tapped his fingers on his brow, and made a gesture of greeting:

"I'm sorry, Fatty, for making this place look like this. You know I had no choice."

He spoke casually, yet his aura was anything but timid; he leaned back on the sofa with his head held high.

Zuo Le's casual demeanor made the bartender Fei take him seriously.

He didn't think Zuo Le was lying, but this record was truly astonishing. The chubby man moved to sit next to Zuo Le, ignoring the bloodstains on the sofa, and patted Zuo Le's thigh.

"I never expected you could take them all down. You've really changed your ways in just a few days, Zuo Zi."

Zuo Le narrowed his eyes, wiped the blood from his hands on the face of the dead man beside him, and then extended his blood-stained hand to offer a cigarette to the bartender, Fei.

"It's all luck, Fatty."

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The bartender, Fatty, didn't stand on ceremony and took the cigarette.

"Luck is a humble term used by the strong. Zuo Zi, you can't achieve this by luck alone. Zhuo Ken is a genuine superhuman, the kind who graduated from Mirror Sky Academy. I feel he's very troublesome."

His words revealed some information, such as that he found Zhuoken troublesome rather than powerful.

What does this mean?

This only suggests that the bartender, Fei, is likely also a superhuman. Of course, his words could also be interpreted as a deeper test.

However, Zuo Le was completely unfazed by the pressure, maintaining his relaxed pace:

"What luck!"

"Okay, let's say you got lucky. How about we talk about how you killed him?"

Seeing that the bartender seemed to be asking a lot of questions, Zuo Le paused for a moment.

Firstly, he wasn't at the point of treating the murder as a topic of casual conversation; secondly, he wouldn't believe that a bartender like Fatty, who could work stably in the dock area, would be a great philanthropist.

Zuo Le didn't hesitate for long, and casually gestured with the hand holding the cigarette:

“He gave me some space at the door, and I seized the opportunity without holding back.”

"It's that simple?"

The bartender, Fatty, had a rather strange expression.

He knew very well that killing Zhuoken by sneak attack was indeed a possibility, but what would happen after killing Zhuoken?

There are four fucking guys here, and they have guns!

Zuo Le only said how to kill Zhuo Ken, but not how to kill the other three, which made it hard for bartender Fei not to make connections.

What kind of ability and methods does it involve?

When he looked at Zuo Le again, Zuo Le still had a smile on her face, and in this environment, the smile was a kind of composure that made it hard to see the depth of her feelings.

"It's that simple, Fatty. You know, arrogance is a common flaw among superhumans."

The bartender pondered those words for a moment, then looked Zuo Le over again, as if he had made a decision:

“You’re right, arrogance is indeed a common trait among all extraordinary individuals, without exception. But I feel you need a drink right now.”

Zuo Le thought for a moment and readily agreed:

"It's an honor, Fatty."

"Just a moment." At this moment, the bartender seemed to have transformed back into the professional bartender who mixes drinks for people.

He took out a small cup, then somehow produced some unknown liquid, quickly mixed the liquids together, and gently shook it.

Finally, with a flick of the fingertip at the rim of the glass, a crisp sound rippled through the wine.

A small glass of green cocktail was handed to Zuo Le, topped with a lemon slice.

Please enjoy your meal.

Normally speaking, given Zuo Le's current physical condition, he is not suitable for drinking alcohol at all, but can he refuse?

So, Zuo Le smiled and then raised his hand to drink the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Refusing to drink at a bar right now would be a very foolish thing to do.

After the drink went down his throat, Zuo Le immediately felt a warm current spreading through his stomach, a healing sensation. He looked at Fatty with some surprise:

"What's going on, Fatty?"

The bartender, Fatty, blinked. The slightly tense atmosphere between the two had eased considerably after that drink.

Don't overthink it, this drink is on me.

"Thank you very much."

The bartender, Fatty, gestured with his lip towards the mess on the floor:

"Zuo Zi, according to the rules of the underworld, they are all your spoils of war. What do you plan to do with them?"

Zuo Le wasn't sure if this counted as a new test, but he didn't hesitate. He pointed to the wound on his stomach and spread his hands again:

"Brother Fei is joking. I'm afraid I can't handle these corpses in my current state. How about I leave them to you?"

"Heh, you little devil."

The bartender, Fei, took a cigarette from Zuo Le's hand, and Zuo Le, being considerate, lit it for him.

"Brother Fatty, once you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."

"There's no need to be so paranoid."

"I'm just a student right now, and I'm all alone. If I'm not careful, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."

"Alright, then let's split these corpses in half, Zhuo Ken's is yours."

Zuo Le instantly understood what the bartender Fei meant; this had actually exceeded his expectations.

"no problem."

The bartender, Fatty, blew a smoke ring, patted Zuo Le on the shoulder, walked to the front hall, locked the door, and then returned to begin disposing of the corpses.

Although Zuo Le was injured, he did not sit idly at this time.

Although the tension between the two had eased, it didn't mean they would be safe from now on, so he joined in to help.

On Zhuoken's body, they found a wallet containing more than 2000 yuan, which looked expensive, a bag of about 50 grams of spirit dust, and a Fire Spirit Master's notebook.

Zuo Le took out his notebook, flipped through it casually, and then threw it and his wallet into the brazier.

"Aren't you going to keep Zhuoken's notes?" the bartender asked, somewhat surprised.

"What notes?" Zuo Le asked, looking puzzled.

"Good, good, kid, you do have some ideas." The fat bartender clapped his hands approvingly.

The two men put the body into a black plastic bag, tied it with stones, placed it on a handcart used for transporting liquor, and drove to the dock, where they threw the body overboard.

Standing on the shore, the bartender, Fei, handed Zuo Le a cigarette:

"Zuo Zi".

"Brother Fei, just say what you want to say." Zuo Le took the cigarette without any hesitation.

“Zhuo Ken is dead. I can keep an eye on Bai Lu’s business for now, but someone needs to take over Black Snake’s mission. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain this matter.”

Zuo Le narrowed his eyes; he knew things probably wouldn't end so easily.

Even in the darkest times, murder was an unforgivable crime.

"I'd like to hear what Fatty has to say."

"You killed Zhuo Ken. According to the rules of the underworld, this gang should be considered as yours. As long as you continue to work for Sister Jing of Black Snake, everything will be fine."

But if you just abandon the group and run away, the Black Snake Gang will most likely have to find someone to take the blame. Of course, the decision of what to do is up to you.

At this point, Zuo Le understood what the bartender Fei meant.

He didn't really want to get involved in underworld affairs, but if he got away now, the Black Snake Gang would have endless troubles.

Thinking about this, Zuo Le felt irritated.

Damn it, how did the original owner leave him with such a mess?

“Fatty, you know I’m just a student, I can’t work like Zhuo Ken.”

"You don't need to look after the place. I, Fatty the bartender, have some connections. But you'll have to handle Black Snake's mission yourself."

How often do they send out missions?

"If you're interested, come back in a week. If not, you might as well run away."

Zuo Le seemed to be deep in thought, and after a long while, he nodded:

"Okay, I'll come back in a week. Thanks, Fatty."

"polite."

……

Zuo Le did not linger at Bailu, fearing that staying even a second longer would expose his weakness.

By the time we left the dock, it was already dark, and the rain was pouring down.

At this point in time, there are no more buses on the street, and the bartender Fatty's liquor can only stop the bleeding; it has no effect whatsoever on curing the disease.

Zuo Le could only drag his badly injured body back on foot; he didn't go to a hospital or a small clinic.

Firstly, it's difficult to explain, and it's easy to get the police called.

Secondly, the bald man's pistol was still in his arms.

Compared to other areas, official areas like Mirror Sky Academy are actually safer.

When Zuo Le dragged his exhausted body back to the academy and arrived at the dormitory area, his vision was already blurred due to weakness. He could only hold onto the wall with one hand to keep himself from falling.

When Zuo Le reached the small pine tree outside the wall, he paused for a moment.

Tu Mi was no longer here, and even the somewhat embarrassing thought of asking for help in her heart no longer had the conditions to be put into practice.

"Ugh."

The dormitory was only 200-300 meters away, but his feet felt like they were filled with lead cement, and every step he took felt like he was crawling.

He climbed to between the 4th and 5th floors, but his completely exhausted body could no longer hold on, and he collapsed at the entrance of the stairwell.

"How pathetic, am I really going to die here?"

In a daze, Zuo Le felt as if someone was carrying her on their shoulder and dragging her into the room, though the method was a bit rough.

Then, he felt a warm sensation of blood.

"Uh……"

Before Zuo Le fell into a deep sleep, he seemed to hear a girl's murmur:

"Is the affection level between us related? Why does it keep increasing?"

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The next day.

In a state of mental confusion, Zuo Le saw Zhuo Ken opposite him, his sinister smile, mockery, and undisguised greed approaching him.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's neck...

"Drink!~"

Zuo Le gradually regained his vision amidst a hoarse growl.

What came into view was not Zhuoken, but Tu Mi's delicate face, and a slightly surprised expression with her head tilted slightly.

Zuo Le remained silent for a few seconds. Although he still didn't understand exactly what had happened, he was most likely able to wake up in his own bed thanks to the girl in front of him.

So, he naturally let go of her hand, and took the opportunity to express his apology:

"Sorry, I had a nightmare."

Tu Mi stared at Zuo Le for a while, then slowly shook her head: