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For over half an hour, everything was finally arranged. Almost everyone was eager to know the status of their Superpower evolution. Although some information had already been obtained, without any practical exercises, they couldn't ascertain the specifics.
The most anxious among them was Cui Long. While others had at least consumed the evolved Essence and understood the direction of their Superpower evolution, he held an S-Class Essence like a precious treasure but hadn't found the time to use it.
"Alright! Cui Long, hurry up and take your Essence. You're so anxious you look like you're about to boil over," Zheng Yifan waved his hand, urging Cui Long to go.
His impatience was quite comical, resembling a lecher who had just spotted a beautiful woman in revealing clothing.
"Yes, Leader! I promise to complete the task." The words were still echoing in the room when he dashed out, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Currently, both the Hope Gathering Place and Hope Mall had established comprehensive procedures for activating Superpowers, ensuring that activated Superpowered Individuals could safely complete the activation process.
At this moment, Zheng Yifan also took out the last few items from his backpack. These were fine wines he had collected, meant for a night of Intoxication as a final bout of madness before battle.
Of course, his Intoxication was relatively manageable for a Superpowered Individual; even if something unexpected occurred, he could quickly break down the alcohol in his body and expel it.
The Super Soldier Serum within Zheng Yifan's body made him immune to drunkenness even at the First Level.
However, tonight he wanted to indulge in Intoxication and temporarily forget his worries. Even if it was just for one night, it would be worth it. The battles he had faced primarily involved Zombies—merciless encounters. Now he was about to confront his own kind: flesh-and-blood humans who had recently been shopping in his mall.
Due to differences in power dynamics, they would inevitably clash with his side in a brutal fight for survival. He might even fall in this battle.
With a sense of relief, Zheng Yifan didn't care that the label on the Moutai wasn't completely removed. This was an old wine gifted by Tang Hao, said to be reserved for high-ranking officials back in the day. He had received it from an old security guard. It was worth a fortune; that elderly man sold the highest honor bestowed upon him by a leader just to buy a house for his wayward grandson.
As he uncorked the bottle, a fragrant aroma filled the room. Wu Yingzhou, his Old Buddy, lit up with excitement. After Zheng Yifan poured himself a glass, Wu Yingzhou immediately snatched the bottle and poured himself one too, bringing it to his lips and savoring it slowly—truly fitting for a Drunkard.
Others were not interested in this thing at all and opened those dark beers to drink heartily.
In no time, the clinking of glasses filled the air, and the aroma of alcohol wafted around. Zheng Yifan never skimped on enjoying himself. As the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, dishes that he had previously brought over were already laid out on the table.
With his eyes slightly blurred, he quietly slipped into a nearby room and returned to reality, ordering a feast at the hotel which was then brought over.
Now thoroughly drunk, no one cared much about anything. Even if they remembered, they pretended not to know what treasures their leader possessed. They didn’t even care what Superpower specifically referred to; as long as it was their leader’s, that was enough. Everything else… was irrelevant; who didn’t have a few secrets?
This was truly the most careless meal Zheng Yifan had ever had; he didn’t even know what he had eaten or what kind of wine he had drunk. It wasn’t until all the wine was finished and the food was gone that everyone staggered out of the village chief’s house, leaving Zheng Yifan alone.
As they left, several fellows linked arms and completely ignored Zheng Yifan, but a sly smile of triumph crept into their eyes.
Even after they had departed, Zheng Yifan still didn’t use his Superpower to dispel his drunkenness; instead, he continued to stumble around in search of the bedroom.
The bedroom was located behind the living room, accessible through a corridor. Along the way, two young girls supported Zheng Yifan and guided him to the back.
These girls were unfortunate souls without anyone to rely on, kindly taken in by Li Ning to help out and tidy up the place.
After all, the Hope Gathering Place wasn’t lacking for food, but outside, they might starve or face even more terrifying fates.
After about twenty or thirty steps, he came upon two ancient doors that had once been painted bright red but had now faded somewhat. Stepping inside, he lit several red candles that flickered in an ornate European candlestick, giving off a certain charm.
He wondered where Li Ning had found such items; it seemed she had put in quite a bit of effort. Stumbling into the room, he picked up a glass of water from the table and took a sip. It was just plain water but had a hint of sweetness; upon closer inspection, one could even see a faint lip print on it.
However, Zheng Yifan was not in a state to dispel his drunkenness; he merely smiled lightly before starting to undress as he walked toward the bed.
It was a king-sized bed, spacious and harmoniously styled with the entire bedroom. The red drapes even outlined a scene that was utterly mesmerizing.
For on the drapes was depicted a woman emerging from a bath, layers of fabric creating a three-dimensional image. The woman's brows hinted at springtime, her eyes captivating, leaving Zheng Yifan utterly astonished.
After all, he was just a poor Chad, a big Otaku and a weakling of the twenty-first century. Seeing such an image while half-drunk and half-awake made him feel exposed.
He looked down at his arousal in despair and quickly stripped off his clothes, eager to dive under the covers. The warmth of the bedding enveloped him like spring, with a hint of excitement lingering in the air.
It was the scent of a woman. Zheng Yifan had no idea how many surprises Li Ning had prepared for him.
What was she up to?
Then Zheng Yifan understood; the overwhelming impact made him tremble as if he were a child who had done something wrong, completely unsure of how to handle it.
"Leader!" The voice was sweetly sultry, like orchids in bloom. The delightful scent of the woman made Zheng Yifan feel as if he might turn into a wolf.
Even worse, he found himself unable to resist.
In an instant, Zheng Yifan's face flushed with embarrassment; he wished he could bury himself under the covers. But the beautiful woman before him offered no chance for retreat. Her smooth, delicate body pressed against his. Her fiery red lips brushed against his.
The night passed in silence, like spring rain nourishing fertile soil, akin to clouds rolling and storms brewing, leading to the ebb and flow of sounds echoing between them.
If there were any cats around, they might have thought spring had arrived early.
As dawn broke over the land, illuminating pavilions and towers, warm rays of sunlight filtered into the room.
Perhaps due to the hasty arrangement of the room, the curtains had yet to be hung. Thus, by morning light, sunlight fell directly onto his backside. A wave of heat and comfort made Zheng Yifan involuntarily groan.
Slowly opening his sleepy eyes, he stretched his arms and realized that a delicate figure was resting exhaustedly on his shoulder, deeply asleep.
Last night had been utterly wild and absurd; he had resolved his long-held wishes on the brink of life and death. He had even taken her without truly examining the appearance of the woman he loved.
Carefully turning his head, afraid to wake the Beauty beside him, he noticed that the familiar face of Zheng Yifan was flushed even deeper.
It was indeed that charming and lovely Tea Master from last night, but he hadn’t expected such a beautiful girl to still be a fledgling returning to her nest. The bedding was stained with a hint of rosy blush. Looking at the sheets now tangled by the beauty, Zheng Yifan suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
He had fought for half the night, while she had just lost her innocence; the pain was unimaginable.
With guilt and heartache weighing on him, Zheng Yifan quietly withdrew from her side and wandered into the real world in search of a breakfast shop.
In France, the variety of breakfasts was overwhelming. However, Zheng Yifan quickly set his sights on Chinatown.
The Chinatown in Paris might be the largest in Europe, rich in Chinese flavor. Here, Chinese shops were everywhere, and prominent Chinese characters could be seen all around.
Arriving at Chinatown in District 1 felt just like being back home. If it weren't for the frequent passing of White girls and young women nearby, one might truly believe they had returned to their homeland.
Even the conversations on the street were mostly in Chinese.
What bothered Zheng Yifan the most was the McDonald's Fast Food restaurant here. Back home, McDonald's outlets were decorated in a Western style, full of modern flair. Yet in Paris, the McDonald's looked ancient and traditional, with flying eaves and curved corners reflecting Huaguo style.
Passing by the Chinese Mother Church on his way back to school, Zheng Yifan was further astonished; this was a testament to the deep-rooted Huaguo culture.
Here, they still upheld those ancient traditions. Many expatriates had established various guilds to protect their heritage. On his way, Zheng Yifan spotted organizations like the Faya Cultural Friendship Association.
There was even the Chinese Mother Church, adorned with graffiti depicting dragons dancing with griffins and unicorns on its walls.
Walking into a shop called "Good Mother Porridge Shop," Zheng Yifan was immediately greeted by the sight of a young Chinese girl serving bowls of fragrant Rice Porridge to customers.
His stomach began to rumble in anticipation.
"Pack me one of each type of porridge, and give me zero portions of the specialty dishes to go," Zheng Yifan casually handed over a credit card, placing an order for a breakfast that would be more than enough for an ordinary person.
The girl seemed unfazed by his request, quickly preparing the takeout. The total amount was several hundred pounds. She looked at Zheng Yifan, waiting for him to lend a hand. Little did she know that he simply walked to an unseen corner and stored everything in his Storage Space.
There was no way this porridge would go to waste. After he and the girl—whose name he didn’t even know—along with Li Ning finished their share, the rest would be distributed among the core members.
As for everyone else, sorry, they would have to make do with what they could cook themselves. There was plenty of rice available, along with pickles, various cured meats, and instant buns.
However, compared to the offerings from a proper porridge shop, the taste would undoubtedly fall short. (To be continued)
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