My Ability Pool is Superior

After leaving the Shrimp Claypot Rice shop, Lu Bai had been wandering aimlessly.

The good thing about Chikan Bay is that whether you want to shop or stay, you don’t need to show your identity information.

As long as you have money, you can do anything in this street block.

Unfortunately, Lu Bai had no money on him right now.

So to resolve this problem, he had no choice but to wander alone in some remote streets and alleys.

After all, in a place like Chikan Bay, illegal activities don’t need to be specially done at night.

As long as there’s a suitable opportunity, ordinary residents can also instantly turn into criminals.

Lu Bai was now providing opportunities for these potential criminals.

Relying on his obedient, harmless high school student appearance, he walked alone through the remote street corners.

Such a good opportunity made the Chikan Bay residents feel like they would be letting themselves down if they didn’t rob him once.

In an alley filled with the stench of urine, the trash can at the alley entrance was emanating a foul odor, with large swarms of flies circling above it.

But deep in this alley…

Click~

Lu Bai stepped on a bearded strongman, chambered the pistol, and casually pressed the muzzle against the other’s forehead.

“I don’t need to pay, right?”

His face still wore a kind smile, but it scared the bearded strongman so much that his whole body went stiff.

The bearded strongman felt numb all over.

Who knew that a random little lamb he picked would suddenly turn into such a terrifying monster.

The burly man stiffly forced out a smile.

“No, no need.”

“You people, don’t cause trouble to society.”

Lu Bai’s hand holding the gun applied a little force, making the burly man shudder.

“Yes, yes, you’re right.”

“How about this, see how much money you have on you.”

Burly man: “…” Huh?

…

Borrowing money from the burly man took Lu Bai only ten minutes in total.

He didn’t linger, quickly walking out of that foul-smelling alley.

The burly man was already the third fish he had hooked.

He had consecutively borrowed money from three people, but regrettably, the combined belongings of these three amounted to only a few hundred bucks, not enough for a big meal.

Lu Bai stood on the street, looking around, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

These grassroots criminals were a bit too poor, weren’t they?

He touched the few hundred bucks in his pocket, thinking about finding an inn to stay at first.

Conveniently, there was one right next door, with a neon sign lit up saying Changlai Inn.

Lu Bai walked into the inn and paid for a room in one smooth motion.

The whole process was so fast it was unbelievable, even skipping the casual name registration procedure.

The inn’s boss was a fifty- or sixty-year-old old woman; she took two hundred from Lu Bai and handed him the room key.

Before leaving, she added, “If you want to play with girls at night, call the front desk.”

Lu Bai gave her a silent smile, saw the boss off, then closed the house door.

Shifting view back to the room, one could say that although this inn called itself an inn, the room’s environment felt like a guesthouse, and a very rundown one at that.

A bed, a restroom, no other extra furniture or decorations, not much better than prison.

Fortunately, Lu Bai didn’t have high demands in this aspect; as long as it was barely livable, it was fine.

He searched the room once, confirmed there were no surveillance devices or the like, then relaxedly moved a stool to sit by the window.

The reason he chose this room was precisely because it had a wide field of vision, allowing him to take in the entire street situation at a glance.

If a death fighter with a title passed by on the street, he could absolutely guarantee to spot the other first.

He sat there for several hours.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see even a shadow of a death fighter, making him doubt whether there were any death fighters in Chikan Bay at all.

As Lu Bai pondered this problem, a conflict broke out again at the street entrance below.

A group of people holding cleavers and axes were chasing after one person.

The leader shouted loudly, “Damn it! You swore a venomous oath to follow me in front of Master Wu, and now you say you’re not following just because!?”

“Get him!”

The fleeing person was quickly caught up and hacked into mincemeat with random blades.

That group was quite particular; after killing, they specially used a hemp bag to pack the corpse and take it away, without affecting others’ appetites.

Faced with such a sudden incident, the passersby on the street were very calm, with quite a few stopping to watch the show.

After all, in Chikan Bay, street killings like this were way too common; true residents were all used to it.

Lu Bai had only sat by the window for a few hours and had already seen no less than four such incidents.

The chaos in this street block was evident.

It was worth noting that this chaos was not deliberately caused by people.

It was purely because there were too many factions existing in this street block, with hundreds of large and small factions.

Almost every day new gangs or organizations were established, and almost every day gang organizations were wiped out by hostile factions.

The inn where Lu Bai was now was within the sphere of influence of a gang called the White Shark Gang.

The boss paid protection fee, and the White Shark Gang people guaranteed the inn could operate normally without harassment from other factions.

But gangs like this could only pick up scraps from big factions to barely maintain.

The truly profitable stuff was still things like gambling and prostitution.

It was just that the benefits from these black industries were so huge that no single faction could swallow them alone, and no situation satisfactory to all sides had yet formed, plus nonstop influence from some external factions, which made the chaos in Chikan Bay the norm.

But it should be noted that Chikan Bay actually has a leader.

Dao Master.

In rumors, he was an extremely ferocious man who single-handedly tore through the entire street block back in the day.

That was the closest Chikan Bay had come to unification, but Dao Master seemed to have no intention of dominating; he let Chikan Bay’s chaos run free, only occasionally sending people to recruit some potential newcomers, rarely stepping out to voice any opinions.

Even so, for Chikan Bay’s various factions, Dao Master was fully deserving of being the uncrowned king.

No matter how fierce the fierce fight, they wouldn’t dare cause trouble in Dao Sect’s territory.

It had to be admitted that after learning these things, Lu Bai had indeed considered joining Dao Sect.

Understanding this Dao Master’s deeds, it was certain that he was absolutely another inhuman powerful existence.

Maybe joining Dao Sect could get him some supernatural cultivation method.

“It’s just…”

Thinking of this, Lu Bai lay on the windowsill, propping his cheek with one hand, muttering, “What reason would be more appropriate?”

Outside the window, it was already dusk.

Undoubtedly, once night fell, Chikan Bay’s sin would become even more rampant.

Suddenly, Lu Bai’s peripheral vision caught a familiar figure on the street—Shrimp Brother with a head of dyed green hair.

Shrimp Brother’s mental state was visibly dazed; he crashed headfirst into a trash can without snapping out of it.

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