My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Lin Guang had already pressed the button in his hand.

The next moment, the shrill wail of police sirens echoed from afar.

He said calmly, "All of you come at once. I’m on a tight schedule."

"Shit! He’s a cop! Get him now and bail!!"

Some voice shouted the warning, snapping the thugs out of their stupor.

Clatter—

They all charged forward at once, brandishing long knives, daggers, and iron bars as they lunged at Lin Guang.

Lin Guang slowly pulled back his leg, then took a step, pacing unhurriedly toward where Zhao Chen had landed.

Two burly men rushing at him swung their blades with a whistling sound. Lin Guang didn’t even turn his head; he casually and gracefully flicked his hand.

With two sharp cracks, the two big men flew sideways like swatted flies, men and blades together, knocked unconscious on the spot.

A dagger stabbed at him from a blind spot behind his ear. Lin Guang tilted his head slightly to dodge, then drove an elbow into the attacker’s shoulder.

"Ahhh!!"

The sounds of flesh colliding, bones cracking, and screams rising one after another.

Lin Guang walked through the crowd as if strolling through a park, barehanded, without even bothering to disarm anyone, yet he was like the most brutal weapon—one touch meant at least a broken bone.

Cries of agony filled the air. Wherever he passed, the thugs fell like wheat before a scythe.

Yet strangely, his movements carried an indescribable grace, like a dance.

"Cough... cough!"

In the rubble, Zhao Chen, with blood at the corner of his mouth, pushed aside a shattered wooden plank and staggered to his feet.

His physique was indeed formidable—he hadn’t completely lost mobility and was even stirred into a berserk fury.

He stared at the unharmed young man walking toward him, his eyes flickering with wariness and madness.

"Good... very good! I did underestimate you!"

"Since you refuse a toast, you’ll have to drink the penalty! If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish!"

With that, his trembling hand reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a pure white metal case.

It was the spot Lin Guang’s gaze had been fixed on all along.

Clack.

The case snapped open.

Inside lay a specially made syringe.

The green liquid within the needle glowed faintly, eerie and dangerous.

—Even within the Black Cloud Society’s Head Chairman, this drug was an absolute secret known only to a very few.

Without hesitation, Zhao Chen grabbed the syringe at lightning speed and, with practiced ease, jabbed it viciously into the carotid artery in his neck.

That tube of green liquid injected instantly.

In mere seconds, a horrifying scene unfolded.

"Urrraaahhh!!"

Accompanied by an inhuman roar.

Zhao Chen’s veins bulged like earthworms, and his already powerful muscles swelled abnormally, defying logic. The expensive custom suit gave a sharp "riiiip" as it tore apart into shreds.

His tattooed skin took on a strange, bluish-pale hue. His eyes turned jet-black in an instant, the whites completely gone, leaving only two bottomless dark voids.

A violent, chaotic aura erupted from his body.

"This feeling... this power... hahahaha!"

Zhao Chen clenched his fists, savoring the explosive, seemingly endless strength coursing through him—long absent—and let out a euphoric groan.

Boom!

The ground cracked.

Zhao Chen moved at an extreme speed, almost teleporting through the recoil to appear before Lin Guang. His fist, twice the size of a normal man’s, slammed down with the force to pulverize everything.

Facing this attack, Lin Guang’s eyes only showed a glimmer of understanding.

So that’s it.

The magic power fluctuations I sensed earlier... it’s this drug.

In that instant, Zhao Chen seemed to catch a flash of red firelight in the young man’s eyes.

Then came a fist so fast it was impossible to track with the naked eye.

This strike arrived before the attack, landing with pinpoint accuracy on Zhao Chen’s nose.

Boom!!

The well-proportioned fist carried a terrifying impact, like a battering ram.

The charging Zhao Chen saw only darkness; his massive body, carried forward by momentum, was knocked violently backward, shattering the aura he’d just built up.

But the drug’s effects were potent. A surge of heat rushed to his brain again, and he let out a furious roar, trying to steady himself.

However, Lin Guang’s form appeared behind him like a phantom. One foot, with terrifying force, ruthlessly kicked the back of his knee.

Crack!

"Ahhh!!"

Zhao Chen screamed in agony, falling to his knees most unwillingly, trying to halt his descent.

But a black sneaker had already planted itself on his head, pressing his face sideways hard into the ground.

Thump!

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

The intense pain and humiliation instantly ignited the brutality swelling within Zhao Chen, amplified by the drug.

"Rooar—"

He let out a beast-like roar. His arms, now as thick as bowls from the drug’s effect, braced against the ground and pounded wildly.

Get up!

Zhao Chen roared inwardly.

At that moment, the drug called "Green Devil" burned fiercely through his veins. He could clearly feel that his current strength was enough to flip a car with ease.

Because he had actually done it before.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The concrete floor beneath him was pounded into small craters. Debris flew, and the ground seemed to shake.

Yet the foot pressing on his head remained unmoved, heavy as a mountain.

What the hell!

How could a foot holding him down have any leverage?

Even though his thinking was heavily impaired, this scene still defied Zhao Chen’s common sense of physics.

With his weight, he should have flung it off in an instant, but the foot didn’t budge, not even a tremor.

This was as absurd as trying to lift himself by his own hair!

According to what the leader said, with his foundation, enduring this drug was the limit, but during the short time it was active, ordinary people couldn’t stand up to him—he could even rival those who had just stepped over that threshold...

Why! Why!

Could it be!!

Then, the next moment.

His eyes suddenly lit up with joy.

"Boss, I’m here to help!"

From among the fallen pile of bodies, four or five thugs suddenly reappeared, each gripping a black pistol, aiming at Lin Guang from all directions.

Lin Guang, one foot on Zhao Chen’s head, looked expressionless.

So there were guns after all.

Another man barked, "What are you waiting for? Just kill him and run! The cops are coming!"

They hadn’t drawn their guns earlier because of the chaos and risk of friendly fire, but now the only one left standing was Lin Guang, so there was no point in holding back.

Zhao Chen’s face twisted into an uncontrollable, savage grin.

Good!

No matter how great the martial arts, no matter how fast the speed, could it beat a bullet?

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