Zhuang Xiaolin: Are Logistics Companies All This Absurd?

"What mission are you carrying out?" Zhuang Xiaolin asked curiously. His trench coat fluttered in the wind, fully accentuating his fairly well-proportioned, sturdy build.

"By the way, your company is called Penguin Logistics. Don't tell me you really help people deliver packages?" Zhuang Xiaolin asked curiously as he looked over the two of them.

Exusiai and Texas wore identical uniforms: jackets on top, short skirts below, and black stockings on their legs. Their fiery figures and pretty faces, paired with those outfits, made them exceptionally alluring.

"We're delivering a piece of 'cargo.' Although our company is called a logistics company, we actually accept all kinds of commissions, such as armed escorts and mercenary work." As Exusiai spoke, she spun around and walked backward while looking at Zhuang Xiaolin.

"By the way, why are you dressed like that? You look like some old cowboy." After sizing him up, Exusiai looked puzzled.

"You use a gun too? I've never seen one of this type before. What company made it?" It was no wonder Exusiai asked. Everyone knew that Sankta could use guns, so some people coveted their weapons and tried to imitate them. However, those copies were far weaker than the genuine articles.

"Heh heh heh, you really can call me a cowboy. I quite like it. Is this what you mean by a gun?" Zhuang Xiaolin chuckled, pulled Death's Revolver from its holster, and waved it before Exusiai.

Suddenly, the gunshot-like design on Death's Revolver seemed to grow eyes. Crimson energy lit up at two points along its body, like a ferocious beast opening its eyes and staring down its prey.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What a cool gun! And this feeling—it seems incredibly powerful." Exusiai cried out in amazement, her eyes sparkling as though she might turn into a child in the next moment and ask to borrow it to play with.

"Sigh..." Texas, who was walking ahead, let out a sigh and reached out with her right hand, abruptly grabbing Exusiai by the nape.

"Hey, hey, hey—! Texas, put me down! You're pinching my flesh! It hurts!" Exusiai flailed her arms wildly, like a kitten caught by the scruff of its neck.

The sight of them fooling around like that made Zhuang Xiaolin pause for a moment. Then, he returned to normal.

His eyes flicked toward several shadows near the street. Zhuang Xiaolin narrowed his eyes slightly, used his left hand to secure his hat, and moved his right hand above his holster.

The accumulation of death energy—Tal'darim Power—had already given Zhuang Xiaolin physical abilities at least four times greater than those of an ordinary person.

For some reason, Tal'darim Power's upgrade progress increased incredibly slowly.

[Tal'darim Power (Purple) LV1 (332/1000)]

[Description: A race from a distant galaxy. Their creator bestowed upon them a unique power. Their system was rather special among their kind, and after a long evolution, a power known as Tal'darim Power was born.]

[Its initial effect is that every life lost on the battlefield is converted into one unit of death energy. One unit of death energy can be used as one unit of shield and one unit of energy. After battle ends, part of the energy will be retained to strengthen oneself.]

[Each level increases the proportion of energy retained after battle. A minor branch unlocks every ten levels, a major branch unlocks at level 50, and the final branch unlocks at level 100.]

With such a powerful ability, Zhuang Xiaolin truly wished it could level up faster.

But slow was slow, and Zhuang Xiaolin had no power to control it.

"Someone's following us."

"Mm. I noticed."

Zhuang Xiaolin was not surprised that the wolf lady had noticed long ago. Given her strength, he should have known that when he had encountered her before, she must have been terribly unlucky. Otherwise, she would never have ended up in that state.

"Exusiai, focus on protecting the cargo." Texas spoke quietly, then raised her sword and silently vanished.

The people following them seemed not to notice. One after another, they followed close behind. When they reached a street corner, one of them appeared ready to make a move, but before he could, a flash of blade light swept through.

An Originium energy sword tore through the man's body, piercing straight through him. Before the other stalkers could react, sheets of sword rain descended from the sky in rapid succession.

Screams and wails rang through the cramped block. Amid the incessant sounds of flesh being pierced, blood flooded the street.

Zhuang Xiaolin watched the scene calmly. Exusiai seemed used to it as well. Killing openly was forbidden in Lungmen, but places like the slums were another matter. In areas where gangs often fought bloody battles, some of Lungmen's rules could be bent a little.

As a logistics company that transported valuable cargo every day, Penguin Logistics was naturally targeted by countless gangs. That was why every Penguin Logistics employee possessed extraordinary strength.

"That's pretty absurd."

"You'll get used to it. Our boss is even a hip-hop singer."

The corner of Zhuang Xiaolin's mouth twitched. This logistics company really was absurd enough. Still, he remembered that people in his previous life had done things similar to Penguin Logistics, so upon thinking of that, it no longer seemed so strange.

"Mr. Zhuang, for the road ahead, please avoid getting involved for now. It may be a little difficult to traverse." Texas calmly walked back from a pool of blood, then glanced at Zhuang Xiaolin, who had been standing motionless at the side for a long time, and gave him a well-meaning reminder.

"Thanks, but I can protect myself, Miss Texas," Zhuang Xiaolin said calmly.

Texas stared into Zhuang Xiaolin's eyes for a long while. After an unknown amount of time, she sighed and walked forward without looking back.

Exusiai, meanwhile, followed behind Texas with a carefree grin. Zhuang Xiaolin naturally followed as well; he had already formed a new plan in his heart.