Meeting 2 (Thanks to Pi

The car came to a halt. Lei Wei and Bodyguard No. 2 stepped out first, her hot and sexy figure immediately drawing the burning gazes of several martial artists nearby.

However, they quickly averted their eyes and looked toward the ground, clearly having been warned beforehand.

Thud.

Wang Yiyang closed the car door and stepped out. He scanned his surroundings before fixing his gaze on the elevator.

Though he appeared young, the suit-like jacket he wore lent him an air of solemnity and composure.

Whether it was the power and wealth that came with being a director and security chief at Mister Pharmaceutical, or the steady hands of Twist the doctor who had dissected hundreds of lives, both aspects made his naturally simple temperament appear even more stable and poised.

"Let's go." He walked calmly into the elevator.

Lei Wei and Bodyguard No. 2 tried to follow, but were blocked by the martial artists on the other side.

"Apologies, this elevator goes directly to our Sect Master's office. This is a one-on-one meeting, please understand," a martial artist with a white headscarf said politely.

Lei Wei's expression shifted, and she was about to speak, but Wang Yiyang raised a hand to stop her.

"It's fine. This is the heart of the Yanhu Sect; there is nowhere safer. You two wait for me here."

Wang Yiyang trusted that the Yanhu Sect would not dare to make a move on him.

After all, many people knew he had entered this place. While the Yanhu Sect was a behemoth in its own right, they had no reason to ruin their reputation over one person.

If they were to rashly attack him, who would ever dare to hire their personnel again?

Lei Wei and her companion understood this as well, so they nodded and remained where they were.

The elevator doors slowly closed. Only Wang Yiyang stood inside. The others, even the Yanhu Sect's own martial artists, did not enter to guide him.

Hiss...

The elevator descended slowly. After about a minute, it came to a gentle stop.

Wang Yiyang straightened his jacket and watched as the elevator doors parted to reveal a silver-white metal corridor wide enough for only one person to pass.

At the end of the corridor stood a tall, black wooden door.

He stepped out of the elevator and walked straight down the passage.

As he traversed the ten-meter-long metal corridor, the faint sounds of instruments scanning him could be heard.

He soon stood before the wooden door.

Creak.

The wooden door seemed to sense his arrival and swung open automatically.

What appeared before Wang Yiyang was a spacious black hall.

The hall was supported by black metal pillars, each wrapped with a giant black python.

The scales on the pythons were vivid and lifelike, their tongues flicking and eyes open, appearing incredibly real.

The floor was engraved with numerous patterns of monsters and humans locked in battle, and in some corners, faint traces of dried blood could still be seen.

The hall had no visible lighting fixtures; soft white light emanated naturally from the walls, highlighting several massive portraits hanging upon them.

These portraits all contained the same subject: a giant, gentle-looking fat man.

Every single image depicted this same man.

They were all photographs and paintings of him wearing various smiles.

The hall was filled with a lingering mist. Wang Yiyang withdrew his gaze and looked up, straining to see into the deepest part of the room.

Soon, his vision cleared.

At the very back of the hall, leaning back in a wide, heavy metal chair, sat a giant fat man nearly three meters tall.

The man's body was covered in layers upon layers of fat, white rolls of blubber folded and stacked together, forming shapes like white meat-worms across his stomach and waist.

The man wore no shirt, and a massive black character for "Buddha" was tattooed across his pale chest.

The smile on his face, much like the black character on his chest, twisted constantly with his subtle movements.

"Welcome, honored guest. The Security Chief of Mister Pharmaceutical. I am the Sect Master of Yingxing City; you may call me Meat Arhat Peijia."

The voice emitted from the throat of the three-meter-tall giant boomed through the hall like thunder, vibrating and echoing throughout the space.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sect Master Peijia. I represent Mister Group. I have come today hoping to hire enough Limit Martial Artists from you to handle my private affairs," Wang Yiyang stated frankly.

The other party had intentionally pointed out his identity, clearly having investigated him thoroughly. Thus, he did not beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.

Peijia shifted his massive body, his fat wobbling as if rolls of blubber were about to slide off his frame.

The chair behind him groaned under the weight, emitting a series of creaks.

"Limit Martial Artists are no problem. The price has already been discussed. However, I would like to know, in the event of casualties, what compensation will Mister Group provide?

Additionally, we require detailed information on the opposing party. Knowing oneself and the enemy is the best way to avoid failure, is it not?"

"That goes without saying." Wang Yiyang nodded, struggling to steady his emotions to avoid showing weakness under the immense pressure exerted by the man before him.

From the moment he entered the hall, he felt as though Meat Arhat Peijia was the eye of a storm, radiating a constant, overwhelming sense of presence into the surroundings.

The hall was rectangular, no more than fifteen meters long and seven or eight meters wide.

In such a confined space, the pressure exuded by Meat Arhat Peijia was enough to make an ordinary person stiffen with fear.

With his massive, fleshy frame, he could easily crush Wang Yiyang just by leaning forward.

It was clearly a tactic the man had set up specifically to exert pressure.

But Wang Yiyang was no longer an ordinary character; his time in a high-ranking position had gradually cultivated a sense of authority, and the vast amount of memory data from Twist's vivisections had provided him with a rock-solid psychological foundation.

The combination of the two kept him from showing any signs of intimidation before Meat Arhat Peijia.

The two briefly discussed the details of their cooperation. Seeing that his pressure tactics had little effect, Meat Arhat Peijia stopped wasting time and began to inquire directly about the target.

Soon, after half an hour, the two finalized all the details of their cooperation.

Wang Yiyang took the elevator and slowly drove away from the underground Yanhu Sect base.

At the same time, he instructed Lei Wei to wire a portion of the deposit to the account provided by Peijia.

The Yanhu Sect agreed to send six Limit Martial Artists into battle, which, combined with the three Limit Martial Artists from the mercenary group and the potential personnel from the Martial Alliance, was a significant force.

Added to this were the five armed squads Wang Yiyang had already mobilized, totaling fifty elites.

The initial expenditure had already exceeded twenty million.

This time, he intended to completely resolve the hidden dangers of the Yuekong Martial Arts Hall once and for all, then focus his full attention on the impending Mister Pharmaceutical crisis.

He no longer wanted to wait.

Since his new identity hadn't provided a new solution, he intended to face Zhong Can directly this time and demand a clear explanation.

Wang Yiyang returned to the city by car, simultaneously ordering all squads in Guixi Town to assemble and await further instructions.

He still felt uneasy about Yingxing City, so he dispatched three additional squads to accompany him to Guixi Town.

Although the Mantis organization was officially wanted, there had been no news for days; they had likely gone deep underground.

Therefore, he intended to maximize security to the extreme.

As Wang Yiyang's orders went out, the forces of Mister Pharmaceutical around Yingxing City converged, forming a heavy net that slowly began to shroud Guixi Town.

Wang Yiyang returned to the city, waiting quietly for all preparations to be completed.

When all forces were in position, that would be the moment he returned to Guixi Town to permanently resolve the safety issues of the martial arts hall.

Beep...

Wang Yiyang turned off the sci-fi movie he was watching, the screen freezing on a mechanical giant firing a massive beam of light from its chest.

He set down his mango-apple juice and picked up his phone from the low table.

"Hello?"

"Yangyang, you haven't forgotten about the parent-teacher meeting you promised your cousin, have you?" His father, Wang Songhai, asked, his voice filled with resignation.

"Uh..." Wang Yiyang was momentarily speechless; he had indeed forgotten.

"Go today. Since you promised your cousin, you have to keep your word. I was afraid you'd forget, so I called to remind you, but I didn't expect you to have actually forgotten..." Wang Songhai was at a loss for words regarding his son.

"I know, I'll go in a bit. It starts at three in the afternoon, so there's still time." Wang Yiyang checked the time; it was just past one, plenty of time.

"Just manage it yourself. How's work lately? Everything okay? Do you need your old man to help out?"

"Don't worry, I'm doing very well. You and Mom should let me know if you need anything; I'm much better off financially now. I switched jobs recently, and the pay is quite good." Wang Yiyang replied with a smile.

"Oh? You switched jobs? Weren't you at Xinda Network before? Where are you now?" Wang Songhai asked, surprised.

"I'm at Mister Pharmaceutical now, in charge of network security. The salary is much higher than before. Don't worry."

Wang Yiyang had long since prepared his cover story.

To reassure his family and relatives and keep prying eyes away, he naturally needed a formal, suitable job as his public identity.

As the head of the security department, arranging a nominal position for himself was effortless.

"Mister Pharmaceutical... not bad! One of the Federation's top hundred groups! A big company, much better than that Xinda Network you were at before," Wang Songhai said, sounding impressed. He had heard of the group; it was a genuine heavyweight.

"That's why I switched. Better pay and better work," Wang Yiyang laughed.

"By the way, you mentioned finding a girlfriend before. When can we see a photo? Your mother and I want to vet her," Wang Songhai suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh? When did I say I found a girlfriend?" Wang Yiyang was stunned.

"You didn't? Well, that's even better. I have a colleague with a daughter—she's generous, well-educated, has a good personality, and is pretty. She's preparing for the customs civil service exam.

I was worried she wouldn't be interested in you, but now that you're in a big group and your salary has gone up... by the way, how much are you making a month now? Give me a rough figure so I can tell her family."

"...Seven thousand..." Wang Yiyang had no desire to go through his parents' matchmaking channels. He simply reported a salary slightly higher than his previous one.

"Seven thousand is alright. If that girl passes the customs exam, she should be making around five thousand. You making a bit more than her is just right. You'll be able to hold your own, and you'll have more say at home..."

Wang Songhai rambled on, full of concern.

Wang Yiyang couldn't even find a way to interrupt; he could only listen.

Today's alliance leader is a buddy who has been following the book for a very, very long time. Thank you to Pingchuwu and a bunch of old friends for your company and support along the way~ I also wish everyone a healthy and happy New Year, and may your careers soar!