Facing It 2

"This technology requires synthesizing a base material—Source Silver. Its ingredients are simple, and the synthesis process is simple too. It just requires extremely precise data. I also have the environment it needs..."

For Twist, Bio-Mechanization was a last resort that many people in their world were forced to choose.

Replacing one's own organs with metal ones, then using Bio-Mechanization to turn those metal organs into flesh and blood, could indeed rapidly improve one's physical capabilities for a short time.

But the exorbitant cost of the organs and the medical procedures still stopped 99 percent of people from going through with it.

The minor surgery Wang Yiyang had seen in the dissection memory was merely Twist using a small piece of metal stomach lining to patch a patient's perforated stomach.

But to Wang Yiyang,

that instructional dissection covered more than twenty procedures, from synthesizing Source Silver to completing the final stitches.

Its value was indescribable.

"If I use Bio-Mechanization as a bargaining chip and trade it for the Federation government's support... then this danger should be easy to resolve."

"No... If I hand it over so easily, I won't be able to explain where it came from. It could very well bring even more trouble."

Wang Yiyang quickly dismissed the thought.

He got up, made himself a cup of hot milk, and held it as he watched the steam rising from it.

"The essence of Bio-Mechanization is actually the field of reconstructing cell structures.

"Although mechanical organs are transformed into flesh and blood, their internal structures are still somewhat different from those of the original organs.

"Mechanical organs are sturdier, with greater strength and resilience than the original ones. But they can't heal on their own when damaged. They need surgery to fix them, or they have to be replaced periodically."

"Then, if I replace the aging organs in those Limit Martial Artists' bodies with stronger ones, without any side effects... how far could their strength break through?"

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

As for whether they would work for him, he could try to persuade them or strike a deal with them first. If that didn't work, he could always place a chip or a biological bomb inside their organs, just in case.

This was no different from the way he had controlled his subordinates before.

Wang Yiyang went over the details of the Control Chip again, checking for anything he might have missed. Although, according to his memories, the main control chip had already been reviewed by many experts, and there shouldn't be any backdoors or the like,

it was too important a matter for him to feel completely at ease.

The Control Chip was divided into five parts. Each part had been developed independently by a different research institute.

If any one part lost control, the others could quickly take over its functions.

In his memories, Wang Yiyang had invested far too much effort and money in this batch of chips. He had even ordered a large number of similar chips from all over to muddy the waters. In the end, he had randomly selected five kinds and combined them.

And he was the only person who had a master control chip.

So far, no one had ever escaped his chips' control.

Unfortunately, to keep them secret, he had only made a hundred of these chips.

Quite a few had already been used, all of them on the elite members of the Security Department. Jian and the two deputy directors were still loyal to him because of these chips.

Wang Yiyang carefully recalled the information in his mind. He soon found the instructions for using the master control chip, as well as the number of chips he had left.

"There are still twenty. I'll have to use them carefully."

Put simply, the chip itself couldn't affect brain waves. It could only, when activated by its controller, instantly paralyze the heart and then trigger a small explosion.

Once a small explosion went off inside the body, the internal organs would be reduced to a mess. There would be no point trying to save the person.

At that thought, Wang Yiyang couldn't sit still any longer. He quickly issued orders and began assigning people to the task.

He had to test this technology as soon as possible, even if it meant staying up all night. If it really worked, he might be able to gain the support of a large number of Limit Martial Artists.

After all, countless martial arts experts had been forced to retire in disgrace because of their disabilities.

After giving his orders, Wang Yiyang didn't bother with anything else. He threw on his coat, hurried out, and headed for the elevator.

He had to get the results as quickly as possible so he could get help!

The Maria Islands.

A gentle sea breeze swept across the sunlit golden beach.

Beneath a white parasol,

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

"Sorry, my ass!

"I'm busting my ass over here, keeping your whereabouts hidden for you. And what are you doing? You're back home, casually ordering people around, as if you want everyone to know where you are!"

"Boss... should we continue with the original plan?" A blonde woman in glasses beside him asked cautiously.

"Forget it! I'm done! Let Wang Yiyang rot for all I care!" the burly man snapped, waving his hand.

"All right. We'll gradually call off the original plan..."

"Go on, get out of here!" The burly man waved away everyone around him. Barefoot, he walked over to the beach and gazed out at the endless blue ocean.

The fine sand beneath his feet had grown warm from the sun. Its gentle heat eased his irritation a little.

Suddenly, his arm trembled faintly, as if something inside it were vibrating.

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

Psh.

A translucent screen was projected onto his retina.

The screen showed the face of an elderly white-haired woman.

"Sendner, have you forgotten the family precepts?"

Sendner's expression stiffened.

"Grandmother, you..."

The old woman's gaze was somber as she enunciated each word. "Family Precept Number Ten: Never make decisions when you're emotional.

"Family Precept Number Eleven: Feelings fade with time. Only blood ties and interests endure."

Sendner didn't dare utter a word. He could only stand there obediently and listen.

The old woman didn't speak again either. She simply watched him calmly.

For more than a full minute,

Sendner finally couldn't stand it any longer.

"Grandmother, do you really think Wang Yiyang has no chance left?"

"He has no pieces left to play. He only has himself. Whether he wins or loses this time, he'll never be able to return to his former glory," the old woman replied calmly.

"But I think he still has a chance! I know Wang Yiyang. He never does anything unless he's sure of success..." Sendner tried to argue, his face pale.

"That's your personal judgment, Sendner. Don't you understand? Wang Yiyang was just a piece someone propped up. Every order he gave came from the person behind him.

"But now that person has fallen. Without a backer, what can Wang Yiyang possibly use to fight them?" The old woman slowly revealed the whole truth.

Sendner said nothing. He had no idea how to argue back. He stood dumbly on the beach, his face grim, his fists clenched.

"Enough, Sendner. I know he took good care of you and helped you along when you were in the Group. You owe him a lot. But that's personal sentiment. When it comes to the family's interests as a whole, you have to choose."

"..." Sendner still didn't answer. He stood there, crestfallen.

The old woman in the screen sighed and slowly faded away.

She had decided to freeze Sendner's authority to mobilize the family's resources for the time being, in case her grandson acted on impulse and caused some irreparable trouble.

Sendner stayed where he was. Only after his grandmother had vanished completely did he quickly raise his head.

Psh! What a load of family precepts. When I was just a stray dog living on the streets, I didn't see your family come running to help. He scoffed inwardly, but kept his lips tightly shut and didn't say a word.

Back then, both his parents had died, and he'd been left to wander the streets. Wasn't it Wang Yiyang who had recognized his potential and gradually helped him rise to an executive position in the Mister Group?

Only after seeing him rise to power did the family come around. He was closely connected to the former, then-popular chairman of the Board of Directors—Wang Yiyang and the others—so they wanted to use his influence and welcome him back into the family.

And now, after just a few years, they were showing their true colors?

"Heh." Sendner thought it over, then quickly returned to his beach chair. He looked around to make sure none of his men were watching.

Only then did he raise a hand and rub the hair in his right armpit three times.

Soon, the hairs trembled faintly in response.

"Boss." A low, cold, emotionless young man's voice reached Sendner through bone conduction.

"You're my most loyal bodyguard, and my second life. Now go to Yingxing City in the Mien Federation and protect Wang Yiyang. Protect him the same way you'd protect me! Then we'll be even."

Sendner replied slowly, enunciating each word.

"Understood."

There was no bargaining on the other end. The man simply gave a brief reply and hung up.

Sendner lowered his hand and let out a long breath. This was the last of his private forces, and the strongest one he had.

He'd sent him to Wang Yiyang as repayment for the kindness and support Wang Yiyang had shown him back then.

Yingxing City, the northern district.

Inside a small roadside inn with a red neon sign,

the landlady behind the counter was watching a TV show on her tablet, her eyes half-closed as she nodded off.

Suddenly, the inn's front door swung open, and two neat, handsome red-haired boys stepped into the lobby, bringing a rush of cold air with them.

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

She recognized the two boys who had just come in.

They had checked in the day before. From their appearance, they looked like they'd gone to school.

One of them, always quiet and taciturn, was called Kong Ping.

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

Both names were obviously fake, but people stayed at her inn for the convenience. They didn't have to show their IDs to register.

So the landlady didn't care what names they used.

She spent all day at the inn, seeing nothing but middle-aged men, fat middle-aged women, and other down-and-out people living in poverty.

Seeing two fresh-faced young men like these brightened her mood a little.

"Back already?" The landlady squeezed out a warm smile with her round face.

"Yeah. You're still on duty, landlady. Sorry for the trouble," Gu Fu replied politely with a sunny smile.

"It's my own place. It doesn't matter if the work's hard, since the money goes into my own pocket anyway," the landlady said with a smile.

Watching the two boys, who were probably just of age, walk down the hallway, she felt as if the air in the inn had grown fresher.

The two boys stepped into the elevator. Gu Fu pressed the close-door button. Only after the doors had shut completely did he turn to Kong Ping beside him, looking helpless.

"Can you stop looking so grim all the time? When someone smiles at you, smile back politely."

"No need," Kong Ping replied coolly.

He was here for revenge. The fewer connections he made with people here, the better.

"You don't have to keep pushing yourself so hard, do you?" Gu Fu rubbed his head helplessly.