My Ability Pool is Superior

Under the leadership of Simba and the commanders of various factions, thousands of people marched out from the gate of Ojima High School, soon densely packing the streets.

The students from Ojima each had bizarre hairstyles, their school uniforms altered to varying lengths, with some wearing metal chains of differing quantities around their waists or necks.

With such a distinctive appearance, the civilians along the way naturally recognized them.

This forced the vehicles on the road to stop, waiting for Ojima’s large troops to pass first.

Many students chose to go around, squeezing through the gaps in the traffic flow.

But more of them stepped on the hoods of vehicles, directly crossing over the rooftops.

If Lu Bai were now at the street entrance of this street, he could clearly see rows of colorful fonts suspended above the procession.

Over a hundred death fighters were mixed in with the vast procession of Ojima students, showing no standout performance, more like they were slacking off.

Looking at the Ojima students who were all fired up and brimming with hot blood, Simba, walking at the forefront, was very satisfied.

However, he didn’t say much more, continuing to lead the Ojima students toward Chikan Bay.

……

At this moment, Chikan Bay had not yet recovered from the previous chaos.

Zhonglouba was a mess, and the shops in this area definitely couldn’t reopen for business in the short term.

The street corners felt somewhat empty and deserted, far from the usual bustle.

Next to the clock tower in the center of Chikan Bay, there was a coffee shop.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see several staff members wiping tables, with some leftover coffee cups still on them that needed to be cleared away.

Looking further inside, there was a long table in distinctly European style, with Lu Bai holding a cup of coffee, sitting in the head seat.

On his left side sat the leaders of top factions such as Shi San Yao and Crow Leader, while on his right side were veteran grandmasters like Dao Zheng Mu.

Xiao Fengze, this middle-aged grandmaster, sat on the right side; he always felt somewhat out of place among these old men, no matter what, it didn’t feel comfortable.

To end this conversation as quickly as possible, he couldn’t help but say: “Brother Lu Bai… just tell us, how do you plan to allocate the territory? I have no opinion anyway; whatever you say, I’ll do.”

“That’s right, you all talk it over; this old man won’t participate.”

Dao Zheng Mu immediately stated his attitude.

Hearing these words, the leaders of the top factions—Shi San Yao, Crow Leader, Lou Yunyi, and Noah Zoro—all tacitly exchanged glances with each other.

After all, at the end of the day, it wasn’t because of Lu Bai’s personal charm or any other reason; they purely realized they couldn’t beat him, so they had no choice but to recognize Lu Bai’s position as speaker.

However, recognition was one thing; when it comes to dividing interests, they still had to fight for their share.

They had no hope for the Jin Family Gang’s territory and defaulted to it being taken over by Lu Bai’s All Villains.

But they still had to try their best to retain the territory under their own command.

Shi San Yao looked around and saw that none of the others dared to speak first.

He simply took the lead and spoke up.

“Brother Lu Bai, you know, even when Dao Master was around, he never made a move on our territory; over these years, everyone’s gotten used to it.

Now you’re forcing each of us to hand over half our territory—isn’t that crossing the line?”

Lu Bai didn’t speak; his face still wore that harmless, amiable smile.

Instead, White-Browed Bat King sneered from the side, and after laughing, he said: “Let me say something fair. Little Thirteen, you said it yourself—that was Dao Master’s rule. Now the speaker of Chikan Bay isn’t Dao Ming Si.”

As soon as White-Browed Bat King’s words fell, the scene immediately fell silent.

To keep the conversation from getting too sharp, Lou Yunyi hesitated slightly before speaking: “Wild Tiger Hall can give up Big Building Street.”

“Everyone, no need to be so tense; it’s not time to divide territory yet.”

Lu Bai pressed his hands downward, deciding to add some pressure: “Here’s the thing—according to reliable news, Ojima plans to move against our Chikan Bay.”

“What?!”

“They dare!”

“Is the news reliable?”

This news hit like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant, the leaders of these top factions cast aside thoughts of territory and began asking questions one after another.

No way around it—Ojima High School was not like Chikan Bay’s loose sand.

Ojima High School, having integrated all forces in its area, was a colossal entity to any faction in Chikan Bay.

“Why would Ojima suddenly decide to move against Chikan Bay? Could they have learned about Dao Master?”

Shi San Yao frowned, seemingly puzzled, but still pressed: “Do we know when Ojima High School will make their move?”

Lu Bai was about to answer when a Nanxing Association member suddenly rushed into the coffee shop.

“President! We’re under attack!”

……

Crash!

A compact sedan weighing nearly a ton flipped several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Simba walked along the “cleared” road with his hands in his pockets.

The commanders of various factions led their own people forward with big strides, doing their best to destroy shops and greenery along the way.

Bang—

Big Brother Ashe smashed the tempered glass door of a mall with one slap and shouted loudly: “Everyone ready, right?”

“Brothers are always ready, just waiting for Big Brother’s command!”

“Oh oh!!!”

A large number of students in Ojima school uniforms roared excitedly, the hidden violent factors in their blood fully unleashed.

Local residents who saw this reacted quickly by running away on the spot; those who couldn’t escape hurried back home and locked their house doors.

Quite a few Nanxing Association members stood up to try to block them.

However, whether in quantity or quality, the gap was too vast; even giving their all, they couldn’t cause much trouble for the Ojima procession.

Screams, roars, and the sounds of fierce fighting converged on the streets, forming a symphony filled with blood and violence.

Chang Tiger flew up with a kick, sending an ordinary Nanxing Association member crashing to the ground, then casually picked up a stone stool and smashed it onto the opponent’s head.

He glanced at the unrecognizable corpse under his feet: “Feels a bit too simple.”

Huangfu Zhu sidled up to him and laughed casually: “Isn’t that normal? This is a surprise attack.”

“No, I mean, these people seem completely unprepared.”

Chang Tiger looked around, not quite understanding: “Isn’t Chikan Bay supposed to be the most chaotic place?”

“You think this is showing weakness to the enemy?”

Huangfu Zhu didn’t know the answer to this question, but he didn’t pay it much mind: “We’re death fighters just beating the drums on the side; if anything real happens, aren’t there those tall guys up front to handle it?”