Chapter 8 (2/2)

40 degrees Celsius in a minute!

However, the high temperature of 40 degrees didn’t burn Tang Mo’s brain. He was still awake and clearly felt a sharp knife cutting at his heart. His body temperature was still climbing and the pain from his heart gradually increased.

Tang Mo hit the front passenger seat with a fist but this didn’t relive the pain.

The intense pain made his slowly lose consciousness.

10 hours later, Tang Mo woke up and it was dark. His clothes became soaked with sweat while he was unconscious, dried naturally and then soaked with sweat again. He didn’t know how many times this repeated until his heartbeat returned to normal and the uncomfortable pain disappeared.

Tang Mo’s expression was still a bit ugly, but his eyes were extremely sharp and bright.

He touched his chest and found that his heart had resumed its normal beating. He checked the rest of his body and didn’t discover any abnormalities.

Then he reached out and grabbed a book from the air.

He pulled a book entirely out of thin air, but Tang Mo’s face didn’t look surprised. It was a book that looked like a notebook. The cover was yellow-brown cardboard and the inside was blank. Tang Mo stared at the blank page carefully. Under his gaze, words started to appear on the white paper.

[Ability: Don’t give money for eating]

[Owner: Tang Mo]

[Type: Special Type]

[Function: Collecting abilities.]

[Note: Everyone has a dream in their heart. Don’t give money when eating! Don’t look at Tang Mo as an exemplary role model. In his heart, he has always wanted to do this type of thing. At the age of 7, Tang Mo stole the chocolate of his neighbour’s child but didn’t give any money. At the age of 10, he copied the work of another person at the table and didn’t give money. At the age of 15, he sneaked out the first herbal medicine table (calcium) and didn’t give money!

You see, he just wants to consume everything without giving money!]

Tang Mo, “…”

This was insane! Tang Mo almost wanted to slap the book into the wall. Fortunately, he endured it. This was his ability.

Once Tang Mo woke up, he knew that he had an ability. His ability wasn’t wind or lightning, nor was it an innate power. It was a book that made people want to slap it.

Tang Mo kept looked through the book, but there were no words other than the first few lines of information. He examined it for half an hour without any clues. Then after a long time, another line of words appeared in the book.

[Note: Do you still think Tang Mo will give money? Friend, he is thinking about going to the gas station. Will he give money?]

Tang Mo, “…”

Bang!

A book was thrown out the window.

A minute later, a handsome young man got down from the car and picked it up blankly.

The book was placed on the passenger seat and Tang Mo didn’t look at it again. He drove the car to the nearest gas station. There was nobody at the gas station. A few refueling pipes had fallen casually to the ground, the pungent smell of diesel filled the air. It was estimated that the employees had disappeared while refueling.

Tang Mo paused before getting out and took his wallet from the back seat.

There was clearly no one at the gas station but he still shouted, “Is anyone there?”

After getting no response, Tang Mo went directly to a refueling station. This station already had a card inserted in it that was common for employees. Each staff member at a gas station had a card with a very high quota. They would draw the fuel costs directly from the card in order to refuel the driver.

Tang Mo didn’t own a car and didn’t have a private card. He could only refuel the car with the staff card.

In the quiet and empty gas station, the tall and thin dark-haired young man quickly filled up the fuel. The dark night always made people feel nervous. This was originally a busy area of Suzhou but now there was nobody. Only Tang Mo stood under the bright light, refueling his car.

The darkness seemed to be hiding something and a sharp wind whistled past.

Tang Mo put the refueling pipe back. He was about to leave when he thought of something and his expression changed. He pulled out 200 yuan in bills and placed them under a stone on the ground of the gas station.

He was about to get up and return to his car when something cold pressed against his lower back. Tang Mo remained in his bent over position and didn’t move.

“Don’t move! Hurry up and pull out your wallet!”