Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 62 – Unexpected Gains

Inside the factory, only Young Master Lin’s heart-wrenching screams and the women’s suppressed, terrified sobs remained.

Lin Fan didn’t even glance at Long Yue, who had fainted on the floor.

Her gaze locked directly onto Young Master Lin, who was rolling on the ground like a mad dog.

“So noisy.”

She strode forward on her long legs, reaching Young Master Lin in just a few steps.

The heel of her high-top combat boot stomped heavily on the wrist he was using to try and scratch his face.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing.

Young Master Lin’s inhuman scream instantly jumped an octave before being choked back by the intense pain, turning into a hoarse gasp.

Before he could pull his other hand back, the toe of Lin Fan’s boot kicked precisely into his elbow joint.

Crack!

Another snap.

Lin Fan’s movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest pause.

She bent down, grabbed one of Young Master Lin’s legs that had curled up in agony, and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction with both hands.

Crack!

Crack!

The kneecaps of both legs shattered on cue.

It had all happened in just over ten seconds.

Young Master Lin’s four limbs were now twisted at grotesque angles, completely crippled.

He lay on the ground like a pile of sludge, unable to make any movement other than twitching uncontrollably from the pain.

Incoherent whimpers escaped his mouth, his face a mess of tears, snot, and saliva mixed with the residue of the capsaicin.

An Evolved being, crippled just like that.

Not a ripple of emotion showed in Lin Fan’s eyes.

Killing this guy would be simple.

But she couldn’t kill him yet.

A living Evolved being was a mobile intelligence database.

Where did he come from? Did he have accomplices? How many Evolved beings had awakened in this world?

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This intelligence was far more valuable than his worthless life.

Lin Fan straightened up, her gaze shifting to the half-naked figure lying not far away.

Long Yue.

A Psychokinesis Evolved being.

This was a rare and valuable find.

Ah Hu and the others could arrive at any moment; she had to hurry.

She scanned her surroundings, her eyes locking onto a dark corner of the factory filled with discarded parts.

There was a half-man-high electrical box there, with just enough space behind it to hide a person.

She walked over, lifted the unconscious Long Yue from the ground with one hand as if she were a chick.

Then, she quickly moved to the corner and stuffed Long Yue’s body behind the electrical box.

The light was dim here, and the angle was tricky. No one would notice unless they specifically came looking.

The captive women, having long since been scared witless by the bloody scene, were all huddled in place, trembling. None of them dared to look up at her.

Perfect.

Lin Fan crouched down, looking at Long Yue’s pale yet bewitching face.

[Target detected: Long Yue.]

[Status: Deeply unconscious, no awareness, incapable of resistance.]

[Conditions for Skin Crafting met. Begin crafting?]

“Begin,” Lin Fan recited silently in her mind.

[Skin Crafting initiated…]

[Estimated time: Five minutes.]

As she waited, Lin Fan’s mind raced.

Psychokinesis…

An invisible, intangible power that could directly affect the physical world.

Even in her current state, Long Yue’s Psychokinesis could effectively hinder her movements, let alone those of an ordinary person.

If…

If she could fuse this ability with the super-strong physique of her current skin…

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A monster possessing terrifying strength, who could also use Psychokinesis to restrain, interfere with, or even attack enemies.

What would a scene like that look like?

Invincible in close combat, uncanny at a distance.

It would be the perfect fighting machine.

Lin Fan’s heart pounded wildly at this insane thought.

She grew more and more expectant of the day she would completely merge this skin into her own body.

[Ding!]

A crisp notification sound interrupted her thoughts.

[Skin Crafting successful!]

[Skin Name: Long Yue]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Physical Fitness: 7]

[Innate Ability: Beginner Psychokinesis]

Success.

A satisfied smile touched the corners of Lin Fan’s lips.

Without hesitation, she placed the brand-new, still slightly warm Long Yue skin into her Storage Space.

She looked up to make sure no one had witnessed the process.

After finishing, she stood up, straightened her leather clothes as if nothing had happened, and walked back to the center of the factory.

Her gaze swept over the nearly thirty terrified and uneasy women.

According to her original plan, these women were all excellent materials for making low-level skins.

But now…

She had a new idea.

Killing them in exchange for some not-so-useful low-level Skins would be too wasteful.

A stable base needed far more than just combat personnel.

Logistics, medical care, production, cultivation… all these required people.

And women, in these aspects, were naturally more meticulous and skilled than those simple-minded men.

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More importantly…

For the base to develop in the long term, it needed to procreate, it needed newborns, it needed a future.

Having these women pair up with the men in the base to form new families would greatly increase the base’s cohesion and sense of belonging.

This was far more valuable than killing them to make skins.

Lin Fan cleared her throat and spoke in Lei Li’s magnetic and absolutely authoritative voice.

“The people who captured you are dead.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it reached every person’s ears clearly.

A hint of confusion appeared in the women’s terrified eyes.

“From now on, you are safe.”

“I am the leader of the Fragrant Hills International base, Lei Li.”

Lin Fan paused, giving them a moment to process.

“I can provide you with food, clean water, and a safe place to live. In exchange, you will need to work for the base, trading your labor for your survival supplies.”

Her gaze slowly swept over each of them.

“Of course, you can also choose to leave. I won’t stop you. But I think you know better than I do what the world outside is like.”

“Now, I have a question.”

“Are any of you doctors?”

The women looked at each other, no one daring to speak.

Just as Lin Fan thought there was no one she needed here.

A slightly frail figure in the corner of the crowd hesitantly raised her hand.

She was a woman in her late twenties, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. Although her face was also smudged, she looked much cleaner and tidier than the others.

While her eyes held fear, they also showed more composure and contemplation.

“I… I am.”

Her voice trembled slightly, but her words were clear.

“I’m a surgeon.”

Lin Fan’s gaze instantly fell upon her.

A surgeon?

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It was like getting a pillow just as you were getting sleepy.

After losing Chen Yao, the base’s medical capabilities had been a huge weakness.

She never expected to have such a windfall here.

“What’s your name?” Lin Fan walked toward her.

The woman instinctively shrank back but still answered, “Chen… Chen Wan.”

“Very good, Chen Wan.”

Lin Fan stood before her, looking down at her.

“From today on, you are the chief doctor of our Fragrant Hills International base. I will give you an independent medical office and equip you with the best equipment and medicine.”

“You have only one task: ensure that all my subordinates survive.”

“Can you do it?”

Chen Wan looked at the woman before her, whose presence was so powerful it was suffocating. Then she looked at her desperate companions and the mangled form of Young Master Lin on the floor.

She knew this might be her only way out, and everyone else’s too.

She nodded forcefully, a glimmer of light rekindling in her eyes.

“I can!”

Just then.

Thump, thump, thump!

A series of hurried footsteps came from the factory’s kicked-in iron door.

Ah Hu, leading Zhou Ming, Xiao Wang, and a dozen fully armed team members, rushed in with their guns raised.

They were all stunned when they saw the scene inside the factory.

“Lei… Lei-jie! What happened here…”

Ah Hu looked at the bloody man with twisted limbs on the floor, then at the group of women in tattered clothes, unable to process it all at once.

Lin Fan slowly turned around, her expression as cold as ice.

“Take this one back alive. Lock him in the basement under strict guard.”

She pointed at Young Master Lin on the floor.

“Also, inform everyone to prepare to receive new members.”