Ren Zhong had already completed what he needed to do.
He wouldn’t participate in the subsequent census process.
He chose to go home and rest amidst the gratitude of the desolate people. Check latest chapters at novel⚑fire.net
Before leaving, Ren Zhong called Bai Feng, Wen Lei, and Ou Youning over to give them some instructions in a low voice.
Then Ren Zhong exchanged a glance with Ma Dafu.
Ma Dafu understood immediately.
The census assessment team didn’t seem to be affected by the death of the Cold-blooded Butcher.
Though it’s rare for a combat power assessment officer to be defeated, it does happen, and it’s within the rules.
In the burial pit of Starfire Town, Bai Feng, disguised as a corpse, lay quietly among the pile of bones.
He was waiting for his opportunity.
After about ten minutes, two cleaners in blue uniforms threw down the two parts of the Cold-blooded Butcher’s headless body.
Bai Feng quietly moved, inching closer.
Mistletoe ability, activate!
Above the burial pit, Wen Lei and Ou Youning appeared on time and watched alertly, responsible for keeping guard.
Wen Lei occasionally frowned, looking into the pit with some concern, and said, "I wonder if Bai Feng can handle it."
Ou Youning shrugged, "You’re always worrying about this, worrying about that. Do you think Ren Ge’s arrangements are not reliable? Just listen and do it."
Wen Lei shook his head, "I’m not questioning Mr. Ren’s intentions, it’s just that the Cold-blooded Butcher is, after all, Fifth Level. Sigh."
The two of them only knew that Bai Feng gained the ability to absorb the fusion genes of others, but they didn’t know the limits of this ability.
Ren Zhong’s confidence came from Sun Miao’s description.
"Theoretically, Mistletoe has no upper limit. Bai Feng’s limit depends on what level of Armored Soldier he can absorb."
In the manor’s living room, Ren Zhong lay lazily on the sofa.
Zheng Tian and Chen Hanyu sat opposite him, one skillfully peeling seeds, and the other flicking them precisely into Ren Zhong’s mouth with their fingers.
If someone else were present, they might say Ren Zhong, this freshly minted capitalist, has also fallen.
But that’s not the case.
Right now, he’s really feeling weak and exhausted.
Human potential is actually heavily influenced by mood.
Last night he battled Ma Xiaoling for an hour and a half, but afterwards, he was still full of energy and could even carry the incapacitated Teacher Ma back to town.
Yet today, after adding up all the time spent fighting the Cold-blooded Butcher, it was only half an hour, but he felt sore all over, too lazy to even move a finger.
The difference is that yesterday he had no killing intent towards Ma Xiaoling, so even though he went all out, he didn’t exceed his normal limits, staying within his maximum capacity.
Today, however, Ren Zhong’s adrenaline was excessively secreted the whole time, much like when the first Asian sprinter in the 21st century broke the 10-second barrier in the 100 meters.
According to the "friendly" reminder from the ever-considerate private doctor, Sun Miao, it’s best for Ren Zhong to avoid moving around unnecessarily and let his body recover naturally.
These seeds aren’t ordinary snacks but come from Comrade Ma Xiaoling.
Ren Zhong often saw her cracking them, thinking they were just little snacks, but it turns out they’re an official benefit of the Town Guard Captain, a type of supplement that provides a lot of nutrition and most of the body’s required micronutrients after high-intensity exercise, helping people recover from fatigue quickly.
Ma Xiaoling’s seeds aren’t available on the market, distributed in quotas each month.
About ten minutes ago, she brought over a big bag full to reward the hero of the hour.
This was a quarter of her monthly quota, quite generous indeed.
As she was leaving, Teacher Ma couldn’t help herself and asked, "Ren Zhong, what exactly are your current parameters?"
Ren Zhong thought for a moment and answered honestly, "Not high. The Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate is only 49.99%."
Ma Xiaoling: "Hiss! 49.99%?"
Ren Zhong: "Yeah, why?"
"That’s the full value for Fourth Level? Are you still human?"
Ren Zhong said it’s not high, but she thought it was too high.
Ren Zhong shrugged, "To be honest, when I first reached Fourth Level, it was directly at 49.99%."
"Our Ren family, like your Ma family, has some talent."
"Pft! What about the other parameters?"
"The Biological Electric Power is just over 4,800 kilowatts, can’t compare with you."
Ma Xiaoling was stunned, "That low?"
Ren Zhong: "No, first I said it’s higher, but you said that’s high. Now you think it’s low, so what should I say? You’re really hard to please."
"Uh..." Ma Xiaoling: "So you really managed to use a carrying power of just over 4,800 kilowatts to mobilize a maximum output power of six million kilowatts?"
"Yeah. What’s wrong?"
"Oh my! I thought you were at least at seven or eight thousand yesterday! I thought the gap wasn’t that big! Turns out I really lost to a Fourth Level warrior with just over 4,800 in carrying power? I... my heavens!"