Facing

"This technology requires the synthesis of a fundamental substance—Source Silver. The materials for Source Silver are simple, and the synthesis method is equally straightforward; it merely requires extremely precise data, and I happen to have the necessary environment..."

For Twist, the technology of Bio-Mechanization was a last resort that many in his homeland were forced to choose.

By replacing one's own organs with metallic ones and then using Bio-Mechanization to transform that metal into living flesh, one could indeed rapidly and temporarily enhance their physical capabilities.

However, the exorbitant costs of the organs and the surgical procedures kept ninety-nine percent of people from ever taking that step.

The minor surgery Wang Yiyang had witnessed in the dissected memories was merely Twist using a small piece of metallic stomach lining to patch a perforation in a patient's stomach.

But to Wang Yiyang.

This instructional dissection surgery contained over twenty distinct processes, ranging from the synthesis of Source Silver to the final, complete suturing.

The value contained within was beyond words.

"If I were to use Bio-Mechanization as a bargaining chip to trade for the support of the Federation officials... then the current danger should be easily resolved."

"No... if I hand it over so easily, I won't be able to explain its origin, which could very well trigger even more troublesome dangers."

Wang Yiyang quickly dismissed the thought.

He stood up, poured himself a cup of hot milk, and held the cup while watching the steam rise.

"The essence of Bio-Mechanization is, in reality, already in the realm of restructuring cellular morphology.

Although the mechanical organs are converted into flesh, there are actually certain differences in their internal structure compared to the originals.

Mechanical organs are more robust, with better strength and toughness than the original organs. It is just that they cannot recover on their own once damaged. They require external surgical intervention or periodic replacement."

"Then, if I were to replace the aging organs of those Limit Martial Artist with more powerful ones, without any side effects... just how far could their strength break through?"

Wang Yiyang suddenly thought of the Mantis remnants he had just captured, as well as his former senior brother, Zhong Can.

As for whether they could be used for his own purposes, he could try persuasion or trade first; if that failed, he could always place a Control Chip or a biological bomb inside their organs as a precaution.

This was the same method he had used to control his subordinates previously.

Wang Yiyang then checked for any gaps or omissions regarding the details of the Control Chip. Although the master Control Chip in his memory had been verified by many experts and was confirmed to have no backdoors or similar issues.

But given the importance of the matter, he still felt a bit uneasy.

That Control Chip was divided into five parts. These five parts were independently completed by five completely different research institutes.

If any one part lost control, the remaining parts could immediately take over its function.

For this batch of chips, Wang Yiyang recalled that he had spent too much effort and wealth, even commissioning a large number of similar chips elsewhere to confuse the trail. In the end, he randomly selected five types and combined them together.

And he was the only one who held the master Control Chip.

Therefore, to this day, not a single person had ever broken free from his chip control.

Unfortunately, for the sake of secrecy, he had only made one hundred of these chips back then.

Many of them had already been used, all deployed on the current elite members of the Security Department. The reason Jian and the two deputy directors remained loyal to him now was precisely because of the effect of these chips.

Wang Yiyang carefully recalled the information in his mind. He soon found the usage method for the master Control Chip, as well as the number of remaining chips.

"There are twenty left; I must use them cautiously."

To put it bluntly, this type of chip did not have the ability to influence brain waves; it could only instantly paralyze the heart and trigger a small explosion under the controller's command.

Once a small internal explosion occurred, the internal organs would be reduced to a pulp, leaving no room for rescue.

Thinking of this, Wang Yiyang could no longer sit still and quickly issued orders to begin arranging personnel.

He had to test whether this technology could succeed overnight. If it truly worked, it meant he would likely be able to gain the support of a large group of Limit Martial Artist.

After all, there were simply too many experts in the martial arts world who had been forced to retire in obscurity due to disabilities.

After sending the orders, Wang Yiyang didn't care about anything else; he threw on his coat and walked quickly to the elevator.

He had to get results as fast as possible and secure leverage!

Maria Islands.

A gentle sea breeze blew across the golden beach bathed in sunlight.

Under a white sun umbrella.

A burly white man with thick hair and chest hair trimmed into the shape of a heart was furiously smashing his phone against the ground.

"Screw your apologies!

I'm out here working myself to the bone for you, hiding your tracks. And what do I get? You, you bastard, you're having it easy, going back to your hometown and moving this and that, as if you're afraid people don't know you're there??"

"Boss... should we continue with the original plan?" a blonde woman with glasses asked cautiously from the side.

"Forget it! I don't care anymore!! Let Wang Yiyang go to hell!" The man waved his hand in a rage.

"Understood, we will slowly cancel the previous plan..."

"Go, go, go!" The man waved everyone away. He walked barefoot onto the beach, gazing out at the endless blue ocean in the distance.

The fine sand beneath his feet was scorched warm, and that gentle heat helped soothe his irritable mood.

Suddenly, his arm gave a slight jolt, as if something was vibrating.

The burly man raised his right hand and pressed a spot on the inside of his forearm.

Hiss.

A translucent light screen was instantly projected onto his retinas.

The screen displayed the avatar of an elderly noblewoman with white hair.

"Sendner, have you forgotten the family precepts?"

Sendner's expression stiffened.

"Grandmother, you..."

The old noblewoman's gaze was heavy as she spoke each word clearly: "Family Precept Number Ten: Never make decisions while emotionally agitated.

Family Precept Number Eleven: Affection fades with time; only blood ties and interests remain constant."

Sendner didn't dare utter a single word, standing there obediently to listen.

The old noblewoman didn't speak again either, merely watching him calmly.

A full minute passed.

Sendner finally couldn't hold back.

"Grandmother, do you truly believe Wang Yiyang has no chance left?"

"He has no pieces left. Only himself. Regardless of whether he wins or loses this time, it is impossible for him to be as glorious as he once was," the old noblewoman said calmly.

"But I believe he still has a chance! I know Wang Yiyang; he has never done anything he wasn't certain of..." Sendner argued, his face pale.

"That is your personal judgment, Sendner. Do you still not understand? Wang Yiyang was merely a pawn propped up by others. All his orders came from the person behind him.

And now, that person has fallen. Without a backer, what does Wang Yiyang have to fight them with?" The old noblewoman slowly revealed the truth.

Sendner remained silent, having no idea how to refute her. He just stood blankly on the beach, his expression ugly, his fists clenched tight.

"Very well, Sendner. I know that when he was at Mister Group, he took care of you and helped you at every turn, and you owe him much. But those are private feelings. When facing the overall interests of the family, you must learn to make trade-offs."

"..." Sendner still didn't answer, standing in place with a dejected air.

The old noblewoman in the light screen sighed and slowly faded away.

She had already decided to temporarily freeze Sendner's authority to mobilize family resources, lest this grandson act impulsively and cause some irreparable trouble.

Sendner stood where he was, and only after his grandmother had completely vanished did he quickly look up.

Hiss! What a load of crap about family precepts. When I was just a stray dog and a vagrant, I didn't see your family coming out to help. He felt disdain in his heart, but his mouth remained tightly shut, not making a sound.

Back then, when his parents died and he was left on the streets, it was Wang Yiyang who took a liking to him and step-by-step propped him up to the position of a high-level executive at Mister Group.

Later, when the family saw he had gained power and was closely linked to the faction of the popular former Chairman of the Board—that is, Wang Yiyang and his circle—they wanted to leverage his influence and accepted him back into the family.

And now, after only a few years, they show this face?

"Heh." Sendner thought for a moment, then quickly returned to the beach chair, looking left and right to ensure no subordinates were watching.

Only then did he raise his hand and rub the hair under his right arm three times.

Soon, the hair under his arm trembled slightly, showing a reaction.

"Boss." A low, cold, emotionless young man's voice transmitted into Sendner's ear via bone conduction.

"You are my most loyal guard, and my second life. Now, go to Yingxing City in the Mien Federation and protect Wang Yiyang. Protect him just as you protect me! Then, we are square."

Sendner replied in a low, measured tone.

"Understood."

There was no haggling on the other end, just a brief acknowledgment before the connection was cut.

Sendner lowered his hand and let out a long breath; this was his final, and strongest, private asset.

He was throwing it all away for Wang Yiyang, considering it repayment for the grace of his initial support and recognition.

Yingxing City, North District.

Inside a small roadside motel with a red neon sign.

The landlady behind the counter was watching a drama on her tablet, her eyes squinting as she drifted toward sleep.

Suddenly, the motel door was pulled open, and two clean, handsome red-haired youths walked into the lobby, bringing a wave of cold air with them.

The chill jolted the landlady awake. She looked up at the newcomers.

She remembered the two youths who had entered.

They had checked in just yesterday, and judging by their appearance, they looked like they had been well-educated.

The youth among them who was always silent and spoke very little was named Kong Ping.

The other youth, who was always grinning and incredibly cheerful, was called Gu Fu.

These two names sounded fake the moment you heard them, but staying at her inn was precisely for the convenience of not needing to register with an ID card.

Therefore, the landlady didn't care what names they were using.

She spent her days in the shop surrounded by middle-aged uncles, obese aunties, or other down-and-out wretches.

Suddenly seeing two fresh-faced youths like these, her mood improved quite a bit.

"Back already?" The landlady squeezed a gentle smile onto her plump face.

"Yeah. You're still on duty, landlady; thanks for your hard work." The youth Gu Fu flashed a sunny smile and responded politely.

"It's my own shop; whether it's hard work or not, I'm just earning for myself," the landlady laughed.

Watching these two kids, who couldn't have been long past adulthood, head into the hallway, she felt as if the air in the inn had suddenly become fresher.

The two youths stepped into the elevator, and Gu Fu pressed the close button. Only after the doors had completely shut did he look at Kong Ping beside him with a sigh.

"Don't always keep such a straight face. When someone smiles at you, you should at least return the gesture politely."

"Unnecessary," Kong Ping said flatly.

He was here for revenge; the fewer entanglements he had with the people here, the better.

"Is there really a need to push yourself this hard?" Gu Fu rubbed his head helplessly.