The Ultimate Versatile Soldier King Chapter 282 280: Support-Type Abilities

"Are you really the Night Blade?" Williams asked cautiously.

"That's right, I am indeed the Night Blade dedicated to fighting cri," Luo Chao answered confidently.

"Mr. Luo, oh no, Mr. Night Blade, do you want to join you and fight criminals together?" Williams asked.

"You could say yes and no; after joining my organization, I have to assign your tasks based on your specific superpower, as so are suitable for combat while others can serve a more general, auxiliary role," Luo Chao explained truthfully.

Williams took a drag of his cigarette, "When I was a child, I went with my father and mother to watch a soccer match. That day, the team we supported won a huge victory. We were all very happy, but who would've thought that joy would end permanently on that day. On the way ho, we were robbed. We gave up all our belongings, thinking that money was just sothing external."

"However, those robbers coveted the beauty of my mother and intended to assault her. My father fought to stop them but was outnumbered, and he was knocked unconscious. They assaulted my mother right in front of , but she fought back desperately. They threatened her with a gun, and accidentally misfired, killing my mother!" Williams recalled the painful mories, his hand holding the cigarette trembling.

"Later, the criminals were caught, but the court released those bastards due to insufficient evidence! Damn it, I saw them kill my mother with my own eyes. My father was dissatisfied with the verdict and decided to seek revenge and justice himself. That night, he took his hunting rifle and a dagger, leaving at ho before he headed out alone."

"The next morning, he returned ho covered in wounds. Crying, he told he had avenged my mother, but he was barely holding on. He hoped I would forgive him for not being able to be with for the rest of my life, but otherwise, he had no regrets, and then he peacefully closed his eyes."

"At that ti, I only wished I could make my father's wounds disappear, so maybe he wouldn't have died. Later, I heard that those four thugs had all been shot dead by my father in the fight that night."

"Let the past stay in the past; after all, it is just the past. In the future, as long as I, Night Blade, exist, the cris will beco fewer day by day until they vanish," Luo Chao promised.

"I believe you, because I've felt the pain that evil brings to people, so when Night Blade appeared, I was truly touched. I wholeheartedly support what Night Blade stands for, and I also hope my superpower can help more people, but my superpower is really..." Williams looked despondent.

"What is your power? A hero doesn't necessarily need a powerful ability; possessing the heart of a hero is enough to make one a hero. Like your father, he was an ordinary person, but he defended his sense of justice and beca your eternal hero," Luo Chao said emphatically.

"You're right, actually, my ability is..." Before finishing, Williams pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed it hard into his own arm.

Luo Chao did not stop him because he knew Williams had his reasons for doing this.

After the stabbing, Williams painfully pulled the knife from his arm, but remarkably, only a trickle of blood flowed out, and the wound on his arm started healing at a visible speed. The granulation tissue wriggled and grew rapidly; in no ti, the fifteen-centiter long wound disappeared entirely, leaving no trace or scar.

"Super healing ability! It's amazing, truly amazing!" Luo Chao exclaid.

"Well, although my healing power is super strong, even capable of regrowing lost limbs, it's still just self-healing. I can't heal severely injured others; otherwise, I wouldn't have had to watch my father die in front of ," Williams's face darkened.

"No, join . Although your power isn't mainly for combat, it is a powerful auxiliary ability. If we can find a way to replicate your genes, it could help many people and enhance their combat strength. We have the world's best scientists; I'm confident we can achieve this!" Luo Chao extended his hand toward Williams.

After pondering deeply, Williams extended his hand in return, and the two hands closed tightly together.

"Night Blade, I believe in you!" Williams declared.

…

Berlin, Germany.

Courier Torres began another day at work, riding his electric motorbike, tirelessly delivering newspapers, milk, gifts, letters, and various items.

Torres is an outstanding employee at the courier company, having set multiple records for fastest delivery speeds.

It's hard to believe that the 23-year-old Torres, standing 186 cm tall and weighing 90 kg, delivers goods surprisingly fast on that little e-bike.

As for why, that's a secret only Torres himself knows.

At six in the morning, Torres rode his e-bike weaving through neighborhoods and companies.

Pulling out a parcel and shaking his hand, the package disappeared into thin air from his hand, only to reappear at the doorstep of a residence 30 ters away, without him needing to dismount to place it.

After repeating the process several tis, all 40 parcels were delivered in less than a minute.

"I should grab so breakfast; otherwise, the speed seems a bit too fast." Torres headed to a nearby breakfast shop, ordered two smoked hams, a serving of fries, and a cup of coffee, and sat by the window to eat slowly.

A person suddenly sat across from him; it was an Asian.

"Hello Mr. Torres, my na is Luo Chao," Luo Chao said with a smile, "I was recomnded by Mr. Uri Geller regarding your—talent."

Torres took a bite of his smoked ham and asked, "So what exactly are you looking for for?"

"I would like to invite you to join my organization. We need people with talents like yours. Also, it's for your personal safety and the protection of all ordinary people's safety," Luo Chao answered.

"I can join, but you have to beat first," Torres smiled.

Luo Chao's heart tightened, "Could it be that Torres wants to have a duel with ?"

"Let's see who can deliver these remaining eighty parcels first. After all, if I go with you, I should at least finish my last day's task as a courier," Torres said slowly after sipping his coffee.