65: Chapter 63: Male Dignity 65: Chapter 63: Male Dignity Being able to snatch other people’s superpowers, that was terrifying—so much so that even Hao Hu unconsciously released his grip and took two steps back, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
Old Shen Du glanced at Li Qian, knowing the secret was out, and without addressing Su Mo, he forcefully directed the accusation at Lu Chen, “You snatched the superpowers of two people in a row.
How dare you spout such nonsense, thinking my brothers would believe you?”
He thought revealing this superpower would win some public support, yet he completely miscalculated.
“Old Shen Du,” Su Mo called out to him again, materializing a Tang Blade from thin air and hurling it toward him.
The blade’s tip precisely lodged in the wooden box beside his shoe, “Space superpower, I have it too, you guessed it all wrong.”
She playfully winked at him, then walked over, tiptoed to pull out the blade, and stowed it back in the System Bag, her lips curling into a smile, “Lu Chen has always been a Dual Ability user, he certainly didn’t ‘consume’ me.”
That night’s ‘union’ was merely an illusion the two created to cover their tracks, and Old Shen Du’s misunderstanding was actually a fluke that hit the mark.
Su Mo turned to those native to the prison, her smile beaming, “Your boss snatches other people’s superpowers through union.
If you persist stubbornly, once you have superpowers, remember to worry about your own safety.”
What a disgusting superpower, once again he thought of retreating.
Mo Yan, who had been a spectator, was slightly taken aback by her unflinching defense of that man.
She had superpowers all along, and she hid it perfectly until now.
He ceased his intent to oppose Lu Chen, his eyes intently fixed on Su Mo, his mind buzzing with thoughts.
Chu Mengyao, seeing him lost in thought, followed his gaze to Su Mo and felt a surge of anger, shaking his arm and pleading, “Mo Yan, what are you looking at…”
“Hmm, it’s nothing,” he came back to his senses and softly comforted Chu Mengyao.
Old Shen Du’s walking stick almost couldn’t steady him as he trembled and looked at Lu Chen in utmost astonishment, “Impossible, how did you do it!?”
He couldn’t believe that Lu Chen was truly a pure Dual Ability user.
“Stop struggling, old man,” Jianxiong stood beside Su Mo, arms crossed, equally disdainful, “With your frail body, still leading a prison?
Give it up, do you even have any superpower users left to command?”
From the time they were brought back by Li Qian until now, only a few days had passed, yet they had completely plucked clean the superpower users around Old Shen Du.
“I advise you to listen to Momo and make the right choice~” Zhao Changsheng’s hands were entwined with high-voltage electricity, she slinked to Su Mo’s side, throwing her a flirtatious look.
Feeling the jitters, Su Mo swiftly pulled Jianxiong to her other side to avoid this frightening woman.
As for this woman blatantly flirting with his boss, Jianxiong was a hundred percent against it, immediately engaging in a stare-down with Zhao Changsheng.
“So, your answer?” Lu Chen lowered his gaze, looking towards those weighing their options.
“We want to coexist peacefully!” The first to shout were those ordinary people from outside; their voices rang out louder than each other, almost covering half the sky.
This was their only path to survival.
Influenced by the unified stance of these people, the prison natives, pressured from both sides, also made the same decision.
If this part of Peach Blossom Garden was truly blown up, where else could they go?
Hao Hu and Old Shen Du completely lost the people’s hearts, none of his brothers supported him anymore, even they were advising him.
“Hu Zi, stop being stubborn.
We were never a match for Lu Chen.”
“Come down quickly, your life is important.”
“No, how do we account for my brother’s death!” He seemed to go berserk, his right hand clenched into a fist, he threw it with full force toward Lu Chen’s face.
The man snorted coldly and adroitly sidestepped to grab the wrist reaching for him, clenching his palm tightly and bending it upward, effectively crippling his right hand.
He flung his hand away.
No”—Hao Hu suddenly lost his balance, rolled off the wooden crate, and lay on the ground clutching his bent hand, in agony.
Now, only Old Shen Du stood there, trembling alone.
All his reliance had crumbled due to two wrong decisions.
“What do you want?” he held onto his cane, trying to maintain his last bit of dignity.
“Let me give a suggestion,” Su Mo said as she pointed at the outlanders sitting on the ground, grimy and in tatters: “You also possess a Space superpower and won’t starve yourself, why don’t you go and taste what it’s like to live in a cell, just like them?”
“Good idea,” Jianxiong was the first to clap his hands in agreement, and Zhao Changsheng nodded in strong approval.
Lu Chen jumped down and left the mess to Li Qian: “Take over, come to the office when it’s done.”
Li Qian slightly smiled, which was his way of agreeing.
As Lu Chen and his group were leaving, his indifferent gaze unintentionally glanced at Mo Yan.
Seeing this, Mo Yan followed them with his men.
Li Qian, standing tall, elegantly stepped onto the wooden crate and yanked Old Shen Du down, handing him over to the waiting crowd of native prisoners:
“Alright everyone, everything resumes as usual, let’s disperse for today,” Li Qian, standing on the crate, spoke politely to the people below.
The outlanders seated on the ground felt a relief deep in their guts, continuously thanking Li Qian before they left, calling him a great person.
Finally, aside from a few who took Old Shen Du away, the yard started to empty out.
Descending from the crate, Li Qian grabbed the wrinkled face of Old Shen Du, his own face a mix of calm and sinister: “Make sure our notorious drug lord is well taken care of in his cell; his space contains quite the collection of valuable items.”
Shen Du could do nothing but glare.
He kicked the whining Hao Hu on the ground, who had a broken hand, and disdainfully said, “Put a collar on him and tie him at the dormitory entrance, let him be a watchdog.”
“Yes,” the brothers exchanged looks helplessly—Hao Hu was still their friend, but the prison was not what it once was, and lacking authority, they reluctantly agreed.
Hao Hu was hoisted up, barely conscious, only hearing a brother’s apology.
Su Mo took a deep breath of fresh air as she walked down the road; the major trouble was resolved, and her back injury seemed to hurt less.
Looking at the tall figure in front of her.
She quickly walked up to Lu Chen and whispered, audible only to them both, “You seemed to be walking briskly just now, you should be fine, right?”
Her gaze meaningfully drifted to the man’s groin.
“Su Mo,” Lu Chen squeezed her name out through clenched teeth, glaring down at her with thin anger: “Instead of asking, you might as well try it for yourself.”
“Sorry…” Su Mo instinctively shrank her neck, slowing her pace, a hint of blush coloring her face.
“What’s with you and the boss?
He’s been acting weird since we got off the car,” Jianxiong bent down and whispered in her ear.
Touching her face, Su Mo sighed, “It’s nothing, probably just a bit of a dent in his male pride.”