If superhumans really do exist, could they truly be a match for Lin Beichen? Wang Zhangyu was filled with doubt and concern.

Seeing through Wang Zhangyu’s worries, the assistant suggested, "Why don’t we check out the black market? We might find such people there."

The black market?

Upon hearing this term, Wang Zhangyu couldn’t help but frown.

The black market is a mysterious place where you can find solutions for things unavailable or cannot be handled on the surface.

This gray area is generally inaccessible to regular people, which is why it harbors many talented individuals.

Stepping into the black market marks the beginning of a stage for transactions, where money becomes the only passport.

There’s an unwritten rule in the black market: as long as you have enough cash, nothing is impossible. This has almost become a catchphrase there.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Zhangyu nodded, "Let’s proceed with your plan."

He swiftly arranged for his men to spread the word in the black market that they were looking for superpower users. Ability doesn’t matter; if they pass the test, money won’t be an issue.

The message seemed to grow wings, as only two days later, someone came knocking.

The visitor was a middle-aged woman dressed in a floral print outfit, who directly said upon meeting, "I heard you’re looking for superpower users? I’m here to apply."

Wang Zhangyu scrutinized the middle-aged woman in front of him and couldn’t help but frown. If the applicant was a man, he might believe they possessed superpowers, even if they’re in shabby clothes.

After all, untidy men are common, and self-disciplined ones are rare. However, the first impression this middle-aged woman gave him was like that of a typical granny busy tending to grandchildren. From no angle did she resemble a superhuman like Lin Beichen.

"You say you’re here to apply, so are you a superpower user?" Wang Zhangyu asked skeptically.

The middle-aged woman nodded. Wang Zhangyu turned to consult his assistant quietly and decided to test this woman’s superpower.

The assistant said to the middle-aged woman, "Since you claim to be a superpower user, show us your ability. If it’s good enough, money won’t be an issue." She did not refuse, instead, she pulled out her tools from her bag.

Her superpower turned out to be shamanistic rituals.

As the drumming began, the middle-aged woman started jumping frantically. This random jumping irritated Wang Zhangyu.

However, he noticed his bodyguards had started jumping along with her unintentionally. He shouted twice, but it had no effect. The assistant signaled him to stay quiet and keep watching.

Soon, the middle-aged woman stopped and sat aside to rest. The bodyguards, who joined her in jumping, didn’t stop until thirty minutes later when they collapsed foaming at the mouth, restoring calm to the scene.

This stunned Wang Zhangyu. He had never encountered superpower users before, and was amazed by such extraordinary methods.

In future encounters with Lin Beichen, as long as Lin jumps like the bodyguards, they could control Lin Beichen, even make him their subordinate!

After discussing with the assistant, they decided to keep this superpower user around for observation, as she might be useful in the future. Wang Zhangyu also felt this middle-aged woman indeed had some talent, deciding to keep her as a contingency.

"Elder sister, I didn’t realize you were so skilled, pardon my oversight." Wang Zhangyu adopted a friendly smile, emanating warmth.

"It’s nothing, as the saying goes, a true master hides their talent!" the middle-aged woman laughed heartily, apparently unbothered by Wang Zhangyu’s earlier disrespect.

"Your broad-mindedness is admiring, I, Wang Zhangyu, salute you!" With that, Wang Zhangyu stood up inviting the woman for dinner.

During dinner, Wang Zhangyu learned the woman was nicknamed Little Cuiflower. In the black market, few use their real names. Everyone calls each other by code names. This Little Cuiflower seemed to have some reputation as a witch in the black market. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Upon learning Lin Beichen’s abilities that Wang Zhangyu wanted to counter, Little Cuiflower beat her chest and assured, "Brother, rest easy, he’s just a brat. Hand him over to me, I’ll straighten him out!"

These words gave Wang Zhangyu some peace of mind. With no superpower users around, he’d be helpless if Lin Beichen wanted a reckoning.

"Elder sister, we’ll rely on you. Without your help, I’d be terribly worried!" Wang Zhangyu complimented while inquiring about Little Cuiflower’s fee.

Little Cuiflower didn’t hesitate, directly asking for a million. "Brother, rest assured, as long as you give me a million, I guarantee, when the time comes, let that brat go east, he won’t dare go west!"

A million? Wang Zhangyu was surprised. Although this middle-aged woman’s ability was indeed strong—he’d never seen anything like it—but a million right off the bat?

"Elder sister, isn’t a million a bit..." Though not short of money, giving a million to a witch felt somewhat unsettling. It also deepened his resentment toward Huo Minghao. If not for Huo, he wouldn’t have to spend this million!