My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Zhao Chen took out a cigarette, lit it right in front of Lin Guang, took a deep drag, then exhaled, smoke swirling around.

"High-purity stuff, new foreign goods. Gets you hooked on the first hit."

"There's a stable supply chain."

Lin Guang glanced at the thing, frowned, then returned his gaze to Zhao Chen, saying nothing.

Zhao Chen observed the expression of the young man in front of him and continued speaking, his tone still carrying a smile, but the words were laced with pressure and menace.

"I've also done some digging."

"In the Western Suburbs, this little patch of land, although there are quite a few gangs on the surface, the one who really calls the shots is you, Lin Guang."

"Your friends from the Green Mountain Gang speak highly of you. They say that without your nod, some businesses absolutely cannot be done."

"Because you're the boss of this turf."

"Especially those few busiest streets—those are your 'private reserve.' All the gangs talk about you with respect and fear."

Having said this, Zhao Chen leaned back slightly, as if relaxing again.

"Our Black Cloud Society has always been a reasonable gang."

"Although crushing a few local gang nobodies would be as easy as squashing ants, the head chairman always tells me to make peace and prosper, not to fight and kill."

He curled his lips, looking at Lin Guang, seemingly already certain of victory: "How about cooperating with us?"

"Just give the nod, allow me to move goods on those streets..."

He extended two fingers and tapped lightly on the two packets of powder on the table:

"The profit on this stuff in the West District, on behalf of the society, I'll give you a twenty percent cut."

Seeing that Lin Guang still had no reaction, staring at his own chest as if still thinking, Zhao Chen let out a light laugh.

"Brother Lin Guang, take the long view."

"The power behind us is beyond your imagination. Getting on our good side is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

"Just cooperate obediently, help our Black Cloud Society maintain order on those streets."

He stared into Lin Guang's eyes, his voice low, his tone like a master promising a bone to an obedient dog:

"Every month, I'll have someone deliver clean cash right to your hands. That money will be enough for you to live like a king."

Having said that, he looked at Lin Guang meaningfully: "You can go back and consult with the people behind you. I believe this price is sincere enough."

Lin Guang remained expressionless.

This wasn't the first time he had been misunderstood as having some vast power or some unfathomable big shot backing him up.

After all, in ordinary people's logic, a high school student being able to control the Western Suburbs was itself unscientific.

However, he just swirled his milk glass, finally moving his gaze away from Zhao Chen's suit pocket.

"Oh? So you're saying you want me to be your dog?"

The words were flat, not lowered in volume, but they seemed to tear apart the false harmony that had been lingering until now.

"..."

Zhao Chen held the cigarette in his mouth, his gaze gradually turning cold, an oppressive aura of bloodlust suddenly rising.

Just then.

The small-time leader in the floral shirt standing by the table seemed to finally lose his patience, sneering:

"Do you really think being the boss of the Western Suburbs is some great status? A bunch of mangy dogs picking up scraps nobody wants on the street."

"Boss Zhao is giving you a cut, making you our Black Cloud Society's dog—that's him showing you respect."

"You just happened to snatch our good spots before we Black Cloud Society got here. You should be grateful we're not holding it against you!"

Zhao Chen didn't signal him to stop, letting his words grow more reckless: "If you keep playing games with the boss, I'll knock out all your teeth, make you swallow them one by one, and in the end, you'll be thrown into the river along with the rest of the trash."

"Do you understand?"

"If you don't know your place, it won't just be you—people you care about will also..."

Before he could finish.

Bang!

A dull thud.

Lin Guang shot out his hand, grabbing this small-time leader by the hair, and without warning, slammed his head heavily onto the hard marble bar counter.

Blood splattered instantly, staining that glass of milk red.

Under the shocked and furious gazes of the surrounding Black Cloud Society members, Lin Guang casually tossed the guy, who was now rolling his eyes and completely unconscious, to the side, then reached into his side pocket.

"..."

Zhao Chen's eyes narrowed, sharp and thin like blades, while the Black Cloud Society members around him began silently closing in.

Going for a weapon?

Lin Guang pulled a slender silver object out of his pants pocket.

Not a weapon—it was a voice recorder.

The red light on it indicated it was currently recording, meaning everything from the beginning of the conversation had been captured.

Lin Guang looked at the voice recorder, and his untimely words reached everyone's ears: "Personal threats, trafficking in addictive prohibited substances—that's against the law."

He said coldly: "You've crossed the line."

Against the law?

All the Black Cloud Society members, including Zhao Chen, showed expressions of stunned disbelief.

Wait, isn't this about underworld rules?

You, the boss of the Western Suburbs, who makes every local gang tremble in fear—how clean could your hands be?

And now you're talking about this?

Have you lost your mind?

Under their watchful gazes, Lin Guang personally turned off the voice recorder, stopping the recording, put it back in his pocket, stood up, and looked around as if staring at a pile of non-recyclable trash.

"Alright."

Clearly, these people had already earned a death sentence.

The next second.

Without any warning.

Lin Guang suddenly leaned forward, stomping one foot directly onto the table.

The black sneaker let out an unbearable screech in an instant, interwoven with the sound of wood splintering. The sturdy tabletop was crushed by monstrous force, collapsing from the middle like tofu, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The two packets of white powder on the table were jolted into the air, and the liquids from the milk glass and whiskey glass splattered everywhere.

And at that moment.

Before the milk had even hit the ground.

Leveraging the force from smashing the table, the young man's figure had already burst forward, turning into a blur, and his other intact black sneaker had already stamped heavily onto Zhao Chen's chest.

Bang!

Crackle, pop!

Zhao Chen's entire body was as if hit head-on by a high-speed truck, and he flew backward, chair and all.

The kinetic energy released in that instant was terrifying. His burly body traced an afterimage through the air, smashing through a solid wood liquor cabinet blocking his path, and finally slammed into the bar counter five or six meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Clang! Clang!

The whiskey and milk glasses hit the floor, shattering, with liquid spreading everywhere.

"..."

The entire factory instantly fell into dead silence.

The dozens of underlings around were all gaping, completely unable to process what had just happened.

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