Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 71 – Mad Skin Hunting Day

In Lin Fan’s Storage Space, seven brand-new skins lay quietly.

She couldn’t even be bothered to check the specific attributes of these skins.

To her, these common-grade skins, unworthy of even having names, had only one value: to become disposable materials on her path to greater power.

“System, what’s the success rate now?”

Lin Fan asked silently in her mind.

[Calculating fusion success rate…]

[Buffer materials: Seven common-grade Skins.]

[Final fusion success rate: 85%]

Eighty-five percent.

Lin Fan paused her action of wiping the body of her Harley-Davidson, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

For most people, this number was already high enough to be worth the risk.

But for her, it wasn’t enough.

Dragon Yue’s Psychokinesis and Fire Phoenix’s flame manipulation—she had to obtain both of these rare elemental abilities.

Any accidental loss of either was a price she could not accept.

She would not allow that fifteen percent chance of an accident in her plans.

“It seems today’s hunt isn’t over yet.”

A cold arc formed on the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

She swung her leg over the all-black Harley-Davidson and twisted the throttle.

The engine let out a suppressed roar, its vibrations causing the wreckage in the entire scrapyard to hum.

Without looking back, she shot out of the scumbag hideout she had just washed with blood and sped toward the next target on her map.

…

Half an hour later, outside the iron gate of an abandoned elementary school.

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Lin Fan used the same old trick. She parked the motorcycle at the entrance, killed the engine, and then pretended to anxiously pat the vehicle’s cold body.

“Just my luck, how did it break down again…”

Her deliberately raised voice, tinged with a perfect note of annoyance and helplessness, carried clearly into the schoolyard.

Soon, the iron gate creaked open, and four thuggish-looking men walked out, grinning lewdly.

They carried steel pipes and machetes, their gazes sticking to her as they shamelessly scanned her up and down.

The black and white yoga outfit, in particular, perfectly outlined the powerful yet curvaceous lines of her body, making them swallow their saliva uncontrollably.

“All alone, little lady?”

The scar-faced man in the lead licked his chapped lips and initiated the conversation.

“Your bike broke down? Want us big brothers to help you fix it?”

Lin Fan looked up, revealing a face that was a mixture of panic and vigilance.

“I… I was just passing by… I think my bike ran out of gas…”

“Out of gas?”

The scar-faced man’s grin grew wider.

“Perfect. Come on in and rest your feet. We’ve got everything you need here.”

“Yeah, little sister, it’s dangerous out here. Come inside, and we’ll protect you.”

The other men also closed in, blocking her escape route with ill intent.

Lin Fan took a “frightened” step back, her body trembling slightly.

“N-No, thank you. My friend will be here to pick me up soon.”

“Friend?”

The scar-faced man sneered and suddenly reached for Lin Fan’s arm.

“Once you’re on our turf, your best friends are us!”

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His hand stopped in mid-air.

Not because he wanted it to.

But because Lin Fan’s hand had already seized his throat.

“You…”

The scar-faced man’s eyes widened abruptly, his face filled with incomprehensible horror.

He hadn’t seen how this seemingly delicate and helpless woman had moved at all!

Crack!

Lin Fan tightened her five fingers. The crisp sound of bone breaking was exceptionally piercing in the quiet afternoon.

The scar-faced man’s body went limp like a pile of mud.

“Ah! You killed Scarface!”

“Fuck! This bitch is a tough one!”

“Get her together!”

The remaining three finally reacted, roaring as they swung their weapons and charged.

Lin Fan casually tossed the corpse aside, her figure vanishing from the spot.

Pfft!

A steel pipe burst out from a man’s back, bringing with it a spray of warm blood.

Lin Fan had snatched his companion’s weapon and, without hesitation, plunged it into his body.

The last two were scared out of their wits and turned to run back into the school.

But in front of Lin Fan, their speed was laughably slow.

Lin Fan’s figure appeared behind them as if by teleportation, striking out with both hands.

Two precise hand-chops landed on the back of their necks.

Thud! Thud!

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The two men fell to the ground, silenced.

From start to finish, it had taken less than five seconds.

Lin Fan flicked the non-existent dust from her hands and strode into this paradise for scumbags.

What followed was simple and tedious.

The roar of the Harley-Davidson became the death knell of the Grim Reaper in this ruined city.

The red circles on the map were crossed out one by one.

In the schoolyard, facing seven or eight men clamoring for revenge for their brothers, Lin Fan couldn’t even be bothered to dodge.

She simply walked toward the crowd.

The first fire axe that came chopping down was easily caught between two of her slender fingers.

Under the man’s horrified gaze, she gave a gentle twist.

Bang!

The burly man’s chest caved in completely, and he was sent flying backward, knocking over a group of people.

The slaughter ended within a minute.

[Buffer materials increased to twelve. Fusion success rate increased to 93%]

She walked toward the classroom on the second floor of the teaching building, from which sobbing could be heard, a gentle smile returning to her face.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ve taken care of all the bad guys.”

…

At dusk, at the gas station on the west side of the city.

This time, Lin Fan didn’t even bother with a disguise.

The Harley-Davidson roared down the road, came to a screeching halt with a beautiful fishtail drift, and stopped steadily at the convenience store entrance.

The piercing sound of friction shattered the tranquility.

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Inside the convenience store, several men who were playing cards rushed out, cursing.

“Who the fuck is looking to die!”

“Holy shit, it’s a chick!”

When they saw who it was, the anger on their faces instantly turned to lust.

Lin Fan swung a long leg off the bike, surveyed her surroundings, and spoke in an icy voice.

“Are there any women here?”

One man responded with a grotesque laugh.

“Of course! Little sister, as long as you take good care of us brothers…”

He never got to finish his sentence.

The black and white figure left a series of afterimages in the dim light.

Screams rose and fell, then ceased in an instant.

A moment later, Lin Fan walked out of the warehouse behind the convenience store, got on her motorcycle, and sped away.

In the night, she asked in her mind one last time.

“System, what’s the success rate now?”

[Calculating fusion success rate…]

[Buffer materials: Sixteen common-grade skins.]

[Final fusion success rate: 99%]

Ninety-nine percent.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

“That’s enough.”

She gunned the throttle, and the Harley-Davidson turned into a black bolt of lightning, speeding toward Fragrant Hills International.