Accumulation 1

The elevator doors opened, and Kong Ping stepped out first. He soon reached the end of the corridor, turned right, and used a key card to unlock the door.

Gu Fu followed him inside, and the two locked the door behind them. At the same time, they each slapped the cuff of their right sleeve.

Hiss, hiss!

In an instant, two beams of light—one red and one blue—shot out from their cuffs and swept across the entire room.

Like ripples of different colors, the red and blue beams thoroughly scanned every corner of the room.

Before long, the beams faded and went out.

"We're clear." Gu Fu dropped onto the foot of the bed and leaned back. "Today was exhausting."

"Did you observe the target? What do you think?" Kong Ping walked calmly to a chair and sat down, asking in a low voice.

"I observed him, but Wang Yiyang wasn't trying to hide anything at all. It was as if he really had just come home to visit his family. He even openly ordered his subordinates around. It felt a little strange." Gu Fu frowned.

"You're only noticing that now? Don't you think everything's gone a little too smoothly since we got here?" Kong Ping asked gravely.

"Yeah. And there's something else: that Wang Yiyang actually lives in a shabby old rental.

He's a big shot—a group director and one of the richest men around—yet he lives in a place like that? It doesn't make sense." Gu Fu continued.

"And there's a third point. Wang Yiyang's residence shows signs of having been lived in for a long time. From his words and manner, he also doesn't seem like the kind of ruthless man who would order a whole family wiped out.

And while he's composed and well-mannered, he's clearly a far cry from the kind of big shot we've seen before."

"So..."

"So, I've concluded that Wang Yiyang isn't the real culprit. There's someone else behind him.

He's so young, and his abilities are only average. His education and family background are ordinary, too. What did he do to deserve becoming head of the Security Department and getting shares in Mister?

Anyone can see that something's off. Without someone backing him, he couldn't have made it this far." Gu Fu raised an eyebrow.

"That's why I haven't made a move." Kong Ping replied calmly.

Gu Fu nodded.

"Yeah, it's all been too easy. Even the base you destroyed earlier—by your account, it must have already been in chaos from within before you arrived. Otherwise, you couldn't have infiltrated it so easily."

"It's as if someone's deliberately guiding us here, step by step. I suspect that if we kill Wang Yiyang now, everything may end right here. Is that what you want, Kong Ping?"

He looked at Kong Ping, the friend who had accompanied him all this way.

Silence settled over the room.

Kong Ping's expression remained calm as he rose to his feet.

"If I wanted that, I wouldn't have clawed my way out of despair."

Gu Fu smiled knowingly. "Just as I thought."

He walked over to Kong Ping and stood beside him.

"We can be sure that Wang Yiyang is just a front man.

The mastermind could be his teacher, former chairman Caesar, or it could be certain people inside Mister who want Wang Yiyang dead.

So, what do you want to do?"

"Wait," Kong Ping answered flatly.

"Wait?"

"Whoever's guiding us will lose their patience before we do. They want the force behind Wang Yiyang dead, and they want us dead, too." Kong Ping gently drew back the curtain and looked down at a blue car parked by the road.

"Then are we going to kill Wang Yiyang or not?" Gu Fu asked helplessly.

"We'll deal with everyone at the same time."

The suburbs.

Luke Shaw Hospital.

It stood in the most remote part of the outskirts, surrounded by dense woods and vegetation. Even the plastic jogging track that circled the city didn't pass by it.

Luke Shaw Hospital was the oldest, most dilapidated psychiatric hospital in all of Yingxing City.

The nearby residents called it the madhouse. Normally, no one was willing to go anywhere near it.

Even finding workers to renovate and maintain the hospital buildings was difficult.

That was especially true after rumors spread that patients had escaped from the hospital several times and killed passersby.

At that moment, however, a somewhat old gray sedan slowly pulled up in front of the hospital gates.

The door opened, and a tall, slender young man stepped out.

He wore a black jacket and black trousers, a black mask over his face, and a baseball cap pulled low to hide most of his features.

On the other side of the car, a foreign man with a crew cut and a scar on his face got out. It was Jian Safit, who had been carrying out a mission in Guixi Town.

Of all Wang Yiyang's subordinates, he was one of the most trustworthy, because he had a special chip implanted in his body.

By contrast, Lei Wei, his assistant, did not.

"This is the place, Boss." Jian looked up at the hospital.

"Let's go." Dressed all in black, Wang Yiyang strode into the passage on the left side of the hospital.

The old security guard, who had been waiting for them, quickly opened a narrow iron gate wide enough for only one person to pass through.

Wang Yiyang paid no attention to the guard's deferential bow. Without looking around, he walked straight down the corridor on the hospital's first floor.

The two reached the end of the first-floor lobby. In the shadows, a section of wall slowly swung open, revealing a concealed, dimly lit passage underground.

Without pausing, they hurried down the stairs.

At the bottom stood a silver elevator that descended straight down. Two armed soldiers stood guard at its entrance.

Red patterns flashed across the electronic goggles worn by the soldiers as they quickly scanned the newcomers.

After confirming their identities, the soldiers stepped aside, and the elevator doors opened.

Wang Yiyang led Jian inside.

The elevator carried them rapidly downward. About a minute later, the doors opened.

Wang Yiyang strode out first.

Several researchers in white coats were already waiting outside.

The lead researcher was a white-haired man in his sixties.

"Welcome, Minister Wang. The materials and patients you requested are all ready. Please follow me."

The old man didn't waste a moment. He nodded to Wang Yiyang and turned to lead the way.

"Thank you." Wang Yiyang nodded. He had arranged everything the night before.

He had mobilized resources and personnel and contacted the Yanhu Sect to obtain patients.

Everything had gone very smoothly. The Yanhu Sect's leader, Peijia, had casually sent over five disabled Limit Martial Artists.

For a martial artist, becoming disabled could be the result of a routine spar, a fierce fight with an opponent, or even a life-or-death battle.

There were plenty of Limit Martial Artists in the Federation, but various causes of disability that stripped them of their combat ability had cut their numbers by more than half.

The Yanhu Sect had a great many disabled Limit Martial Artists at the Glimmer level.

When they heard there was a chance to test a new surgical method and possibly restore their disabled limbs, they eagerly scrambled for a spot.

If Wang Yiyang hadn't limited the number to five, the Yanhu Sect would likely have sent several times as many.

After all, every year, some Limit Martial Artists became disabled and fell out of their ranks. As the years passed, the Yanhu Sect had accumulated an almost unimaginable number of disabled Limit Martial Artists.

Wang Yiyang followed the old man through the silver research hall and quickly reached a thick metal door.

Thick white vapor seeped through the seams as the door slowly opened.

"All the surgical materials are ready, and the instruments you specified are inside. We also have some lab mice, 3D organ printers, and—"

"All right, you can leave. Send in an assistant to help me get familiar with the equipment." Wang Yiyang had Twist's experience and already knew how to use many of the instruments, but making human organs was still new to him.

A young female researcher with striking features and a graceful figure was quickly ushered forward.

It was obvious that she had been pushed into the assistant role with ulterior motives, but Wang Yiyang wasn't in the mood for romance. He focused on asking her for guidance and memorized the steps for operating the equipment before sending her out.

Over the next few days, he would fully recreate Twist's organ transplant surgery—and synthesize the mysterious substance known as Source Silver.

With hundreds of autopsy and surgical cases from Twist's experience, he picked things up quickly, though he ran into some difficulties making the organs.

After working for more than ten hours straight and not worrying about wasting materials as he experimented, he soon mastered the basic techniques.

The Federation's organ manufacturing technology wasn't complicated.

The basic structure and material details of the organs were already stored in the medical 3D printer's chip.

Wang Yiyang only needed to scan the patient's specific organ, and the chip would automatically correct for any errors and differences.

It was practically foolproof.

All he had to do was memorize and record the exact process for making and transplanting the organs.

Fortunately, with Twist's surgical experience, he picked it up very quickly.

Synthesizing Source Silver, however, proved more difficult.

The process itself wasn't complicated, but it required extreme precision and impeccable timing.

Fortunately, nothing could stump Wang Yiyang, who had the complete procedure at his disposal.

He simply stopped going anywhere and lived in the lab, having people bring him food and water whenever he got hungry or thirsty.

When he grew tired, he would curl up in a corner of the lab, ask his subordinates for an electric sleeping bag, and nap inside it.

Time passed, and he forgot whether it was day or night, focusing entirely on recreating the surgery.

He had no idea how long it had been.

At last, Wang Yiyang had fully recreated the entire process for synthesizing Source Silver. But despite having Twist's experience, he still managed to kill every lab mouse during the organ transplant surgeries.

All the organs made from Source Silver went to waste.

Fortunately, once he successfully made Source Silver, he could simply find some doctors to perform the transplants.

After confirming Source Silver's properties and parameters, Wang Yiyang quickly erased all the instrument data and overwrote it dozens of times with useless new data. Then he tossed a small electromagnetic bomb he had prepared into the center of the lab.

Boom!

The bomb suddenly erupted in a blinding flash of white light.

Every instrument in the lab crackled and sparked, then broke down.

After completing the Source Silver tests, he finally opened the lab door, exhausted in both body and mind.

But no matter how many times he pressed the button, the door wouldn't respond.

"Damn it! I forgot this door was electronically controlled, too!"

Wang Yiyang cursed in frustration, then simply sat down beside his sleeping bag, waiting for someone to open the door at the appointed time and bring him food and drink.