My Ability Pool is Superior

Obviously, the death fighters in this prison cell all slept very lightly.

A slight noise made the remaining four death fighters, including Lu Bai, all wake up.

As official death fighters, they could tell at a glance that Chew Bone, this burly man, was indeed dead.

The sudden appearance of a corpse made everyone vigilant, observing others’ reactions with scrutinizing gazes.

For a moment, the prison cell became deathly silence, as if even breathing had slowed down.

Lu Bai’s gaze swept over the remaining three, but their states all seemed normal, revealing no clues.

The collector, crouching with his back against the wall, was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked to the side of the large bunk to check the corpse’s situation.

“There are obvious strangulation marks on the jaw, and the right cheek also has very clear bleeding and bruising.”

Seeing the collector touch the corpse, the fanatic on the other side couldn’t help but move closer to Chew Bone’s corpse.

“No traces of resistance, looks like the murderer acted very decisively.”

One hand pressing the head to fix it, the other hand covering the mouth to prevent sound while exerting force to snap the neck.

Anyone who could become an official death fighter could basically be considered a top-tier killer, so they knew very well.

In terms of the human body’s fragility, as long as the action is quick enough, the fixing hand doesn’t actually need much force.

However, from Chew Bone’s death traces, the murderer had used considerable force with both hands.

Either the murderer was too nervous, or…

“Perhaps harboring considerable hatred toward Chew Bone?”

The fanatic said this while slowly raising his head, directing his gaze toward the murderer who was also sleeping on the large bunk.

“What do you mean? You suspect I’m the murderer?”

The murderer’s brows furrowed, the nasolabial folds on his face deepening.

But he didn’t show excessive panic, nor did he say anything to provoke them.

He just leaned over to check Chew Bone’s corpse and quickly found a point to refute: “I’m not left-handed.”

However, the fanatic didn’t accept it: “Switching the exerting hand would probably be no difficulty for us.”

The trouble was right here—everyone was an old hand, impossible to leave any clues that could identify oneself.

Even if clues were left, it was hard to determine whether they were real clues or misleading ones deliberately left by the murderer.

This way, finding the murderer would have to rely more on intuition.

Lu Bai stayed quiet throughout, not participating in their discussion.

To be honest, he actually had no intention of figuring out which of these death fighters present was the replicant.

No time to play werewolf game with these people.

Whether true person or replicant.

Made no difference to him.

Anyway, as long as they could add points, they all had to be eliminated.

The current problem was that they were in prison, their situation not free.

Once day broke and the prison guards discovered Chew Bone was dead, that would be real trouble.

Even if they had to act, it should wait until after the jailbreak, right?

In any case, no matter who was behind this, he didn’t like it at all.

An innocent smile unconsciously appeared on his face as he said, “No matter who did it, shouldn’t we first discuss how to deal with the prison guards now?”

The fanatic and the collector exchanged a glance; since it was impossible to act on mere suspicion, this verbal wrangling would never end.

Better to think about what to do next.

The murderer, as the biggest suspect, naturally wouldn’t cling to it either.

The three tacitly skipped over Chew Bone’s death, even though Chew Bone’s corpse hadn’t fully cooled yet.

“Makes sense.”

The fanatic nodded and added, “This kind of thing can’t be covered up, can’t delay it—I suggest direct violent jailbreak after daybreak.”

“I agree.”

The murderer groped Chew Bone’s corpse with slight disgust.

Don’t misunderstand—he just wanted to find something useful on Chew Bone.

After all, white level ability pools wouldn’t have supernatural power; most were technologies normal people could learn like driving, or common items.

The collector pulled out his handheld electric drill and placed it on the large bunk.

“We don’t even know the exercise yard time now, can’t charge in blindly—let’s discuss the plan while we can…”

…

Just past six o’clock.

Footsteps echoed in the prison corridor, accompanied by the piercing wake-up bell.

In the prison cell, Lu Bai and the others lying side by side on the large bunk opened their eyes.

Following the normal process, after the wake-up bell, the prison would generally allow half an hour for prisoners to wash up and tidy their cells.

Then open the gatekeeper, count numbers, and have prisoners line up for breakfast.

And this was the moment Lu Bai and the others were waiting for.

Admittedly, their jailbreak plan was indeed hasty, to the point they knew nothing about the prison’s general layout.

This could only be blamed on Chew Bone being too sudden; otherwise, they could at least have a day to understand the basic situation.

Lu Bai and the others sat up on the large bunk, quietly waiting for the prison guards to open the door.

It didn’t take long; the footsteps stopped outside the door—by the sound, there seemed to be two prison guards total.

As the sound of the key inserting appeared, the fanatic and the murderer exchanged a glance and stood up.

Clang!

The gatekeeper opened; one prison guard immediately stepped into the prison cell, while the other guarded outside.

He immediately noticed Chew Bone, whom the fanatic and others had tidied and positioned as if sleeping on his side.

“0068! Why are you still sleeping!?”

The prison guard immediately drew a rubber baton from his waist, cursing as he raised it to strike Chew Bone’s back.

During this, he didn’t notice the murderer who had silently moved behind him.

At the same time, the fanatic leaning against the wall by the gatekeeper turned and appeared at the entrance, quickly covering the mouth of the prison guard at the door, then suddenly exerted force to drag him hard into the prison cell.

The two acted almost simultaneously; two crisp sounds of necks being snapped echoed in the prison cell.

After quickly taking out the two prison guards, the murderer and the fanatic didn’t stop.

They swiftly stripped off the prison guards’ clothes and put them on themselves.

No pause midway, smooth as if practiced countless times beforehand.

Once dressed properly, the fanatic stepped out of the prison cell first, looked left and right, then beckoned to the prison guard at the adjacent cell.

“You there… yeah, you, come help out.”

“What’s the matter?”

The fanatic acted so confidently that the skinny prison guard, though feeling the other seemed unfamiliar, didn’t suspect anything.

As soon as this prison guard approached the gatekeeper, the collector decisively lunged out for a sneak attack.

Coordinating with the fanatic in the corridor, this ordinary prison guard had no chance to resist and was instantly taken out, dragged into the prison cell.

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