141: Chapter 141 The Gift of Superpowers

A voice echoed from the depths of Zhou Ming's soul: "Obey me, submit to me, and never betray me..."

After a while, another stream of energy flowed in and entered his dantian.

It was the [Lightning] Superpower, which landed in Zhou Ming's dantian like a seed.

Wang Lin withdrew his hand and said to Zhou Ming, "How does it feel?"

Zhou Ming looked down at his hands, where purple electric arcs danced at his fingertips, and said excitedly, "It's amazing! I feel full of power!"

At the same time, Wang Lin felt a life-token appear in the depths of his soul, like a brand carved into his consciousness.

It was Zhou Ming's life-token; with a single thought, he could grant life or death.

As long as Wang Lin had the thought, Zhou Ming's life would vanish like that shattered life-token.

That life-token, suppressed by his willpower within his soul, made it impossible for even a hint of betrayal to arise.

This was the curse of the Vampire, and also Wang Lin's insurance.

Suddenly, a violent headache struck, as if countless needles were stabbing into Wang Lin's brain at the same time.

Wang Lin felt his vision go black and his legs go weak.

First, he had fought a battle with Zhao Xu, then used the Vampire's blood servant skill, and finally, bestowed the Lightning Superpower upon Zhou Ming.

The combined exhaustion of all three drained his body, and his Mental Energy was nearly bottomed out.

Zhou Ming noticed Wang Lin's unusual state and stepped forward with concern, asking, "Brother Wang, what's wrong?"

Wang Lin shook his head, "It's nothing. Just a little tired."

Subsequently, Wang Lin turned to look at Zhao Xu, who was still lying on the ground. He had passed out, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

Wang Lin walked over, pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and a black Tentacle emerged from his palm.

The Tentacle coiled around Zhao Xu, suspending him in mid-air. Wang Lin opened his mouth wide like a snake and swallowed him in one gulp.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, feeling the newly flowing power within his body.

The Water-type Superpower settled into his dantian, coexisting harmoniously with the other types of Superpowers, like a quiet stream flowing into the sea.

At the same time, a warm force surged from his dantian, flowing through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones.

It was not Zhao Xu's Superpower, but the life essence within his flesh and blood, which had been converted into Wang Lin's own energy.

The feeling of weakness lessened significantly; his vision was no longer dark, and his brain no longer hurt as if it were being pricked by needles.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air that carried a hint of blood.

If it were the Zhou Ming from before, he would have been shocked, but now, there was only worship in Zhou Ming's eyes.

"Brother Wang, you're so cool! Even when you eat people, you do it so stylishly!"

Wang Lin licked his lips, "It's not eating, it's absorbing."

"Right, right, right, it's absorbing! Brother Wang is absolutely correct!"

Zhou Ming didn't even realize that the way he was acting now was just like a servant trying to please his master.

Zhou Ming stepped forward and looked at Wang Lin with concern, "Brother Wang, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. Much better," Wang Lin said. "Zhou Ming, have you ever thought about joining an organization? It would be good to have someone to rely on."

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment and scratched the back of his head, "Brother Wang, stop joking with me."

"I have no strength and no talent; which organization would even look at me?"

Wang Lin looked at him and shook his head, "You are already a dual-Superpower user now."

"Not only do you possess the Calamity's 'Shadow Nightmare,' but you also have the lightning I gave you. You are no longer weak."

Zhou Ming looked down at his hand, where purple electric arcs were leaping in his palm, "Really?"

Wang Lin nodded, "Really. I know people in the Twelve Zodiacs. Do you want to join the Twelve Zodiacs?"

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up suddenly, but then dimmed a little.

"Brother Wang, I heard that the Twelve Zodiacs is a big organization with a very high threshold. Do you... do you really know someone?"

Wang Lin looked at him, and the images of two people squatting in a corner of the Twelve Zodiacs camp smoking appeared in his mind; amidst the swirling smoke, those two faces looked exceptionally sleazy.

If those two loafers could get into the logistics unit, then there shouldn't be a big problem for Zhou Ming.

So he said, "I suppose so..."

Zhou Ming was stunned, "Suppose?"

Wang Lin nodded, "It shouldn't be a big problem..."

Zhou Ming looked at him and didn't ask again. He trusted Brother Wang; Brother Wang was now his eternal god.

The two walked to the gate of Wang Lin's courtyard. Twilight had completely settled, and only a streak of dark red afterglow remained at the horizon.

The leaves of the old locust tree rustled in the evening breeze, as if whispering something.

Wang Lin stopped and turned to look at Zhou Ming, "We're here. You should go back."

Zhou Ming smiled, "Okay." After saying that, he turned and walked toward the outside of the alley.

The next day, Wang Lin was woken up by the sound of an engine downstairs.

A red sports car was parked at the courtyard gate, its body lines smooth, and the paint surface gleaming with a cold light in the morning sun.

Zhang Qiming was leaning against the car door, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, his hair combed meticulously, his gold-rimmed glasses polished bright, and he held a black briefcase in his hand.

Wang Lin let go of the curtains, got dressed, put on that small bag, and pushed the door open to go downstairs.

Li Xiulan was already busy in the kitchen, the clanging sound of the spatula moving in the pot audible.

Wang Dashan sat on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the sound of Wang Lin coming downstairs, he didn't look up, his voice drifting from behind the newspaper, "Your Uncle Zhang is here. He's waiting for you outside."

Wang Lin gave a grunt of acknowledgment, walked out of the courtyard, looked at Zhang Qiming, and asked, "Uncle Zhang, why did you come to my house today?"

"I heard you're going to the train station to head to the Holy City?" "I happen to be going to the Holy City for business today, so I'm passing by the train station and can give you a ride on the way."

Wang Lin looked at him and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

After eating breakfast, Wang Lin pulled open the passenger door and sat inside.

The leather seats were soft and comfortable, a faint scent of perfume permeated the car, and the dashboard emitted a deep blue light.

Zhang Qiming sat in the driver's seat and started the car; the roar of the engine was low and powerful, like a beast being awakened.

The sports car slowly drove out of the alley and entered the street. He looked at the blurred houses, trees, and pedestrians outside the window, remaining silent for a long time.

After a while, Wang Lin's voice drifted from the passenger seat: "Uncle Zhang, you've worked in the Twelve Zodiacs for so long; I have a friend who wants to join the Twelve Zodiacs." "Do you happen to have any connections? It doesn't have to be a formal member, an external staff member is fine."

Actually, Wang Lin had originally wanted to ask his father, Wang Dashan, but upon seeing Zhang Qiming, he changed his mind.

Uncle Zhang drove a luxury car, while his dad drove a van; comparing the two, the difference was clear. In the Twelve Zodiacs, Uncle Zhang's status was clearly higher than his dad's.