My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 93 - 92: An Acquaintance

Lv Bai’s speculation was not baseless.

Based on the information he had gathered, every Death Fighter might start with different identities, but the differences were primarily professional. There’s nothing as absurd as someone beginning as the head of a nation.

And the deathmatch began only a little over a week ago, with the first round’s Ability Pool being negligible, merely White.

Thus, even if the existing Death Fighters were clever, they shouldn’t be able to manipulate public opinion, at least not with such influence.

"Forget it, don’t worry about this matter."

Lv Bai saw Tong Shujuan turning to her contacts, trying to greet her colleague, and immediately stopped her actions.

Since it’s the "Mayor’s" doing, Tong Shujuan, a mere clerk, can’t possibly stop it. If targeted by parasitic creatures, she would be in danger instead.

"Can’t just watch as public opinion ferments..."

Tong Shujuan instinctively wanted to counter, realizing halfway through: "Do you know who’s behind this?"

"I have a guess. Don’t worry; it will be settled."

Lv Bai pressed his right hand down slightly, signaling Tong Shujuan to calm down.

He wasn’t overly worried; the opponent takes action, which is better than them hiding without a trace.

Based on the usual behavior of parasitic creatures, they always strive for the optimal solution.

Since Lv Bai is the focus of public opinion, the Mayor himself would never act directly. Even sending his men against him cannot be too overt.

In other words, his physical safety is guaranteed. At worst, his reputation suffers, and Old Xu, unable to withstand the pressure, might dismiss him.

The position itself is trivial to Lv Bai; he could simply leave if necessary.

Of course, he wasn’t naive enough to think this whole charade is just to strip him of his position.

There must be a follow-up move. What could it be?

Lv Bai faced the corridor, his pupils not focusing, tapping the armrest absentmindedly.

Contemplating what the parasitic creatures might do next.

Using public opinion suggests their plan to leverage human power against him—is it framing them? Fabricating charges?

Doesn’t seem feasible.

Without solid evidence, it’s impossible to ensure he’ll be convicted.

After all, both sides just learned of each other’s existence.

Lv Bai doubted the parasitic creatures could gather irrefutable proof so quickly.

Moreover, he just needed to hold on until next week’s lecture to expose the Mayor’s true face in person.

Perhaps there’s little need to worry?

Whoosh~

The ICU ward door was pushed open by the doctor on duty.

The doctor, with the records clamped under his arm, said routinely: "Mr. Lü, Special Officer Yao is out of danger now; he just needs to recuperate patiently."

"What do you mean?"

"He can be moved to a regular ward. Considering the ICU charges..." The doctor’s suggestion was quite earnest.

Lv Bai glanced at the hallway outside, nodded.

"Good."

....

Nightfall.

Inpatient department, room 6019.

Yao Yi returned once more to his familiar bed.

Gurgle gurgle~ Burp~

Lying on the sickbed, he gulped down the preserved egg and lean meat porridge Tong Shujuan brought, burped satisfyingly.

Lv Bai, at the window seat, teased: "Seeing your appetite so good, Tong Shujuan would be quite pleased."

"Hahaha, who can blame me for coming back to the same bed again."

Yao Yi chuckled self-deprecatingly, then his lips twisted as he said: "But why did she leave so quickly? Is her network monitoring department so busy?"

"There are always unexpected occurrences."

Lv Bai glanced sideways out the window.

Against the night backdrop, the city lights outside flowed delicately, like fireworks rising in the sky.

Under this bustling scene, who knows how many parasitic creatures and Death Fighters lurk, taking action under cover of darkness.

"Are you worried about that woman?" Suddenly, two strange eyeballs peeked out from the neckline of Yao Yi’s patient gown.

"Damn!"

Yao Yi visibly shocked, scrambled to shove Wang Ting back in.

Lv Bai, amused by his intense reaction, said: "Did you really think I was unaware of its existence?"

"Ah? True."

Yao Yi froze, sheepishly lowered his hands.

Wang Ting calmly remarked: "Mentioning that woman quickened your heartbeat."

"I’m actually alright." Yao Yi rubbed his nose.

"Watch your movements, don’t break any stitches."

Lv Bai casually reminded, then took out his phone to view the surveillance footage.

The double points bonus countdown hasn’t ended yet, and he intended to stay in the ward.

Yet, this was a good time to confirm, via surveillance, which in the hospital were Death Fighters.

He was certain there were many infiltrated Death Fighters, drawn by the "Node’s" lure right there.

If not constrained by the modern setting Death Arena, perhaps many would’ve already acted impatiently.

Lv Bai aimlessly switched through surveillance, suddenly catching a familiar figure.

He froze for two seconds, rewound a bit, then paused it.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

....

Across from the inpatient department, an apartment building. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The room unlit, Duan Jianhui crouched down, using potted plants on the windowsill for cover, observing the opposite sixth-floor ward through a monocular.

"Hah, you wouldn’t expect us both in the same Death Arena again, would you?"

Duan Jianhui gritted his teeth.

Having spotted Lv Bai early on, he decisively remained hidden, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike.

To Duan Jianhui, the previous deathmatch, his streak of victories almost led to first place, but he lost everything due to Lv Bai snatching his win.

"I must reclaim what I lost!"

Knock knock knock~

Suddenly, Duan Jianhui’s door was knocked.

"!!!" Who is it?

He quickly turned his head, daring not to make any sound, his mind racing.

He hadn’t ordered delivery, just rented the room, so why would anyone come?

The lights out might allow him to pretend nobody’s home.

But,

That held little weight, as next, the sound of keys inserting into the lock echoed.

"Hmm?" Duan Jianhui widened his eyes.

Click~

The door opened.

The corridor was too bright, and against backlight, Duan Jianhui could only discern a dark silhouette.

The figure fumbled around, then clicked the lights on.

The sudden light made Duan Jianhui squint uncomfortably.

"Ah, hello, Hui." Xiao Xueyin spoke in a breathless manner.

"So it’s..."

Duan Jianhui tried to calm down, yet upon seeing Xiao Xueyin’s pale, sickly face, his words stuck: "...Who are you? Don’t die in my room!"