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Zheng Zhilei stared at the oval-shaped building for a while, unable to figure out what it was used for. Should he take another look? After thinking for a moment, he stepped away from the window, opened it, and leaped out, soaring up to the rooftop like a nimble swallow.
The food in the refrigerator of the house he had just robbed would last him at least a month. Now, Zheng Zhilei felt quite relaxed; he wanted to check out the rooftop purely to satisfy his curiosity.
Once on the rooftop, Zheng Zhilei circled around the safe house, observing it closely. He noticed that the house had neither doors nor windows, appearing completely seamless. He landed on the ground and approached the safe house, kicking it twice with a puzzled expression. "What kind of junk is this? It's surprisingly sturdy."
After a long moment of trying to make sense of it, Zheng Zhilei turned around, preparing to head back into the house he had just robbed. At that moment, he heard the sound of a lock being turned on the safe house door.
Clang!
Startled by the noise, Zheng Zhilei quickly leaped onto the roof of the safe house. He crouched down to observe what was happening at the entrance. He saw a gap appear where the sound had come from; it widened until a door over a meter wide was revealed.
Lu Xiaoran stepped out from behind that door, clad in a shiny black Hazmat Suit, moving slowly into view.
Zheng Zhilei's eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed, "What the hell are you?"
Lu Xiaoran noticed Zheng Zhilei standing on top of the safe house and turned to look up at him. Seeing Lu Xiaoran silent and standing there, Zheng Zhilei tucked his hands behind his back and pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, ready to test things out.
With a swift motion, he threw the switchblade at Lu Xiaoran. His aim was precise; the blade's tip struck directly at Lu Xiaoran's chest. However, rather than piercing through the Hazmat Suit, it left not even a scratch.
Zheng Zhilei realized that this suit was no ordinary outfit; its defensive capabilities were astonishing. If Lu Xiaoran had any offensive abilities as well, he might be in serious trouble.
Zheng Zhilei leaped into the air, soaring to a height that put him over twenty meters away from Lu Xiaoran.
Seeing Lu Xiaoran still standing motionless, a smug expression spread across Zheng Zhilei's face. He felt a surge of confidence in his newly awakened Flying Ability. To him, those without any Ability seemed as insignificant as ants, utterly unworthy of comparison.
"Ha! If you have the guts, come up here!" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
As Lu Xiaoran showed no intention of pursuing him, Zheng Zhilei's pride only grew. He shouted a series of insults at Lu Xiaoran in various languages.
Lu Xiaoran looked up at Zheng Zhilei, uninterested in the trash talk being thrown his way. Instead, he was focused on how to deal with this opponent before him. He had already deduced that Zheng Zhilei was also an Ability user, and his Ability was likely flight.
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