My Ability Pool is Superior

Lu Bai suddenly put away his smile, making the death fighters present feel a bit tense.

Although Zhou Lei’s reaction speed was still not as fast as Feng Qian’s, he was quite sensible.

He immediately imitated Feng Qian’s manner, adopting a respectful and flattering posture.

“That’s right, we will definitely follow the demands of the times, promote a clean atmosphere, shoulder historical missions, and demonstrate responsibility…”

Just like in a movie theater, if the audience in front stands up, the ones behind have to stand up too.

Feng Qian and Zhou Lei took the lead in opening up, and the remaining death fighters could no longer stay calm.

Slogans full of positive energy successively rang out in the yard.

A smile returned to Lu Bai’s face.

But he didn’t say much, just beckoned, signaling Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to follow him to the backyard first.

The two death fighters naturally wouldn’t refuse and followed closely behind Lu Bai.

While walking, Feng Qian kept shouting slogans from his mouth; in a certain sense, his sense of belief was really strong.

“…evoke strong resonance and awaken the passion for struggle.”

“Enough.”

Lu Bai turned around, interrupting Feng Qian’s shouting of slogans, and changed the subject: “What do you think, which ones in the yard are replicants?”

His previous speech was, of course, not a sudden outburst; it was just a simple screening.

In his view, these two death fighters in front of him could probably be ruled out as replicant suspects.

After all, replicants were almost impossible to go to such lengths voluntarily just to survive.

Feng Qian had no image baggage and quickly detached from the repeater state: “Brother Lu, I was just about to remind you to be careful.”

In every deathmatch duel, among the two hundred death fighters, the ratio of real death fighters to replicants was basically one to one.

With so many death fighters under Lu Bai, the probability of not having a single replicant was infinitely close to zero.

Feng Qian instantly realized what Lu Bai hoped they would do and said submissively: “Brother Lu, rest assured, I will observe those guys for you at all times.”

Zhou Lei hadn’t reacted yet and subconsciously followed suit: “Brother Lu, me too.”

Lu Bai raised an eyebrow and cheerfully patted Feng Qian’s shoulder.

“You really are a talent.”

Feng Qian neither refuted nor admitted it, just shrugged and smiled along.

“Then that’s it, try to help me find the replicants mixed in; after all, with replicants around, everyone is unsafe.”

Realizing that Feng Qian was a smart person, Lu Bai said no more and turned back to the front yard.

After this while, the meals were delivered by dedicated personnel.

Nearly thirty people started eating lively in the yard.

During the meal, Captain Mao occasionally cast his gaze toward Lu Bai, clearly showing a hesitant appearance.

He was worried that Lu Bai would be bewitched by sycophantic villains, but since nothing had happened yet, he didn’t know how to persuade him.

“Master Lu! I toast you a glass.”

A middle-aged man wearing an orange sanitation worker uniform, who appeared malnourished on the surface, boldly raised the wine glass in his hand: “I’ll drink first, you take your time!”

Gulp gulp gulp~

He downed the wine in the glass in one go; drinking too hastily, it even made his complexion flush slightly: “Nothing else, I, Liu Guoqiang, just admire people like you.”

With Captain Mao present, these death fighters wouldn’t make things too explicit; as long as the meaning got across, it was fine.

Lu Bai picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, nodding with a smile: “You’re too kind.”

“No no, I’ve never seen anyone as magnanimous as you; I even thought I was going to die.”

Liu Guoqiang stopped midway, picked up the wine bottle and refilled his glass: “Sigh, I’m the dumbest; it’s all in the wine, all in the wine…”

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.

Minister Zhang had sent someone to inform that he had arranged accommodations for Lu Bai’s newly recruited “disciples.”

Lu Bai declined the good intentions of the highest commander of the action department.

After dinner ended, these more than twenty death fighters, under Feng Qian’s arrangement, moved into this family courtyard.

Of course, with so many people, it could only be in the form of large shared bedding.

……

Late at night.

Perhaps due to being unconscious for too long during the day, although Lu Bai was lying on the bedding with his eyes closed, his nerves were actually quite alert.

Strictly speaking, he actually hadn’t placed much hope in Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to find the replicants.

He didn’t even have a strong desire to distinguish the true identities of the death fighters.

According to his usual style, whether death fighter or replicant, he would prefer to just eliminate them all directly.

Currently keeping these death fighters was, besides their decisive submission, largely because he planned to keep them to see if he could get into the second round ability pool.

A group of death fighters without abilities posed little threat to him.

The only thing he worried about was that the replicants mixed in might take the chance to kill the death fighters.

Recalling the previous deathmatch duel, the replicants encountered in the prison liked to do such things.

He already saw these people as his reserve points; how could he tolerate replicants stealing a few points.

What he didn’t expect was…

This time, the replicant he encountered seemed bolder than he imagined.

……

Rustle~ Rustle~

In the darkened room, Lu Bai, hidden in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes, his attention involuntarily shifting to the corridor outside the door.

He heard a very faint movement.

It came from the corridor, from far to near.

He couldn’t accurately judge whether it was the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the ground or clothing fabric friction.

The sound was deliberately controlled to be extremely light.

It was already past four in the morning; at this time, quietly appearing outside his room.

No matter who it was, they clearly came with ill intent.

Click~ Click~

It felt like some thin wire was probing into the keyhole.

The intruder’s lockpicking technique was quite skilled.

Without making extra noise, after about dozens of seconds, Lu Bai felt a barely perceptible breeze—the house door being gently pushed open.

Lu Bai glanced over and, through the dim light in the corridor and the title above the head, barely made out that it was a tall man.

Wearing a black raincoat, with the hood covering his head, probably also wearing a mask.

The exposed eyes gleamed with ferocity, and in the numbing gloves commonly used by welders, he held an iron conical tool about twenty centimeters long.

The opponent was clear on his objective and headed straight for the bedding where Lu Bai was.

Even at such a close distance, he still maintained a breathless silence.

By assassin standards, both technique and mental composure were quite professional.