From Lighting Up Talents to Becoming a Demon God Section 27

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"Sure enough, I had some impression of it before."

"The reason Biotech Company was able to become a corporate giant of the Alliance was because it held quite a few patents for life potion formulas and pharmaceutical knowledge, and had many elite pharmacists."

His thoughts turning quickly, Lu Chao knew what he currently lacked most.

He was short on money, making it difficult to purchase expensive resources. The growth rate of his Potential Progress had gradually slowed, and his talent specialty had yet to awaken again.

And clearly, compared with ordinary food, life potions that fused and refined multiple nutrients were more effective.

If he could become a pharmacist, then naturally, he could refine all kinds of life potions and speed up the growth of his Potential Progress.

This could be said to be a natural fit with [Glutton].

"I can learn more about it later."

"Before reaching Combat Grade, it might be hard to split my focus, but there will always be a chance to try in the future."

Lu Chao roughly had an idea now.

Right now, he could not even afford Exotic Beast Meat, let alone buy materials, study theoretical knowledge, and make potions.

But in the long term, this was indeed a pretty good plan.

"Lu Chao, we're at Factory Street."

The voice of the driver, Luo Lin, came from the front of the vehicle, and Lu Chao snapped back to himself.

"Thanks, Brother Luo."

After thanking him, he got out and left.

In the early hours of the morning, Factory Street had only a scattering of lights. Most of the streetlights' wiring had aged, their glow weak, barely enough to illuminate a one-meter radius.

Gusts of night wind blew in from the street. Newspapers fluttered out of the trash can at the intersection and landed before his eyes.

After the cleaning truck slowly drove away, Lu Chao also started walking toward Old Building No. 3.

Tap!

Tap!!

Dull footsteps echoed over the concrete road, with oval patches of dim yellow light lined up along both sides of the street.

The surrounding concrete buildings were like slumbering giant beasts. Most people had already turned off their lights and gone to rest, with only a few scattered glimmers still lit in some windows.

The alleys downstairs came one after another, most of them dark and deep, without the slightest movement.

For some reason, Lu Chao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously thought of the scene where he had collected the bodies today.

According to the gossip afterward, he learned that the four dead men had run a lending company and had some connections and strength.

Moreover, they also had ties to the Iron Blood Gang, a large gang as famous as the Hongyi Society.

Yet even so, someone had still come to their door and killed them, leaving their heads separated from their bodies.

"The public security in the Iron Ring District really has been getting worse lately..."

Shaking his head inwardly, Lu Chao tightened his collar and quickened his pace.

In just another two meters, he would turn right around the corner, reach the foot of Building No. 3, and get home.

But.

Tap!

His footsteps halted, and Lu Chao suddenly stopped in place.

The alley corner ahead on the right was pressed close to the wall of the concrete building, with a rust-yellow streetlight pole standing there.

Dust motes spun in the light as he looked at the concrete ground at the corner.

There, an elongated human-shaped shadow quietly appeared.

"You dare fucking mess with me? Watch how I cripple you today."

His face sinister, a man wearing a black mask and a baseball cap crouched at the street corner.

His thin body seemed to tremble from nervousness, or perhaps from excitement and thrill.

The reason was simple.

He was holding a Colt Pistol, his right hand trembling lightly beyond his control as he carefully flicked off the safety.

"I've been squatting here so many damn days. Finally caught you."

"Good thing this shitty place barely has any surveillance..."

He raised his head and glanced at the nearby utility pole. A messy web of black cables crisscrossed over it, and he had deliberately avoided the two cameras at the end of the street.

As for the nearby residents, it was already the early hours of the morning. Most had shut their doors and windows and turned off their lights.

Tap!

Tap!!

Crisp footsteps came from the end of the street, drawing closer and closer. The gunman in the newsboy cap had madness in his eyes, and his right hand trembled slightly again.

"As long as no one dies, it's not a big deal."

"I'll shoot and run. I refuse to believe anyone can trace it back to me."

Sneering to himself, the gunman pressed himself tight against the cement wall. In his mind, he could almost see Lu Chao lying in a pool of blood, his face full of terror.

"No, I can't let him off that easily."

Overexcited, the gunman licked his lips, and another thought sprang up. "I have to make him kneel to me and kowtow in apology."

"When the time comes..."

Tap!

All of a sudden, the footsteps stopped, then vanished.

Every thought cut off abruptly. The eyes of the gunman in the newsboy cap changed as he sensed something wrong.

Had he been discovered?

His heart lurched. He gripped the gun with both hands, and even his breathing grew a little heavier.

Dead silence. Stillness.

As he waited, all of Factory Street seemed to have lost every trace of sound. The footsteps from before were gone, along with any other movement.

Doubt, shock, tension...

"Fuck!"

Cursing inwardly, the gunman hurriedly rushed out from around the corner, raising the muzzle to see what was going on.

That was the opening!

Bang!!

A fist like hard stone shot toward him and struck him squarely in the jaw.

There was a crack, as if bone had split.

The gunman's eyes rolled back, his head snapping upward.

His scrawny body even lifted off the ground, both feet leaving the street as he flew backward out of control!

Thud!!

A heavy, muffled sound rang out as he smashed into the ground.

It startled several nearby low buildings into brightness at once.

Voice-activated lights lit up one after another, like lamps of radiance being kindled.

Some of the neighbors sleeping nearby were jolted awake by it.

And on that cement street lined with streetlamps, the gunman in the newsboy cap was already lying on his back on the ground, unconscious.

Clack!

The Colt Pistol that had fallen to the ground was glaringly conspicuous, skidding a meter or two across the cement.

Half-crouched beside the corner, Lu Chao's face was cold, his brows tightly furrowed, many emotions flashing through his eyes.

Astonishment, confusion, relief...

He truly had not expected to run into this kind of attack tonight.

And now.

Slowly drawing back his fist, Lu Chao straightened from his bent-kneed stance.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he swept his gaze over the whole street near the corner.

"Just one person?"