Accumulation

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

Gu Fu followed him inside, and the two locked the door behind them. Simultaneously, they tapped their right cuffs.

Hiss!

Instantly, two scanning beams—one red and one blue—shot out from their cuffs, sweeping across the entire room.

The red and blue rays moved like ripples of different colored water, thoroughly scouring and inspecting every corner of the room.

Soon, the lights faded and extinguished.

"All clear." Gu Fu flopped onto the end of the bed, his upper body falling back. "Today was exhausting."

"Did you observe the target? What's your take?" Kong Ping walked calmly to a chair, sat down, and asked in a low voice.

"I observed him, but that Wang Yiyang didn't seem to be hiding anything at all; it was as if he really just went home to visit his family. He even mobilized his subordinates openly. It feels a bit strange," Gu Fu frowned.

"You're only just realizing it's strange? Don't you think our journey here has been a bit too smooth?" Kong Ping asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah, and there's more. That Wang Yiyang is actually living in a run-down, old rental apartment. As a big boss, a group director, and one of those wealthy heavyweights, he lives in such a dump? It doesn't make sense," Gu Fu continued.

"There's a third point. There are long-term signs of life in Wang Yiyang's residence. Judging by his words and actions, he doesn't seem like the ruthless type capable of issuing an order to wipe out an entire family. Furthermore, while his demeanor is composed, there is still a clear gap between him and the level of big shots we've encountered before."

"So?"

"So, I deduce that Wang Yiyang is not the real culprit; there is someone else behind him. Wang Yiyang is so young, his abilities are average, and his education and family background are quite ordinary. How could he possibly qualify to serve as the head of the Security Department and obtain Mister shares? Just thinking about it, it's abnormal. Without someone supporting him from behind the scenes, he could never have reached this point," Gu Fu raised an eyebrow.

"That is also the reason I haven't made a move yet," Kong Ping said calmly.

Gu Fu nodded.

"Exactly. Our journey here has been too smooth. Even that base you destroyed earlier—according to what you said, they must have fallen into internal chaos before you even arrived, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for you to infiltrate."

"It's all as if someone is deliberately guiding us, step by step, to this point. I suspect that if we kill Wang Yiyang now, everything might just end right here. Is that what you want, Kong Ping?" He looked at his friend, Kong Ping, with whom he had traveled this whole way.

Silence filled the room.

Kong Ping's expression remained calm as he stood up.

"If that were what I wanted, I wouldn't have crawled out of despair."

Gu Fu smiled with sudden understanding. "Just as I guessed."

He walked over to Kong Ping and stood side-by-side with him.

"It's certain that Wang Yiyang is just a front-facing puppet. As for the mastermind, it could be his teacher, the former chairman Caesar, or perhaps some people within Mister itself—those who want to get rid of Wang Yiyang. So, how do you want to play this?"

"Wait," Kong Ping answered flatly.

"Wait?"

"The person guiding us will definitely be less patient than we are. Because they want the power behind Wang Yiyang to die, and they want us dead just as much." Kong Ping gently pulled back the curtain and looked at a small blue car parked on the side of the road downstairs.

"Then, are we going to kill Wang Yiyang?" Gu Fu asked, speechless.

"We'll take care of it all at once when the time comes."

Suburbs.

Luke Shaw Hospital.

This was the most remote spot in the outskirts, rarely visited by people and surrounded by dense woods and vegetation. Even the long-distance running track that circled the city didn't pass through here.

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

Local residents in the nearby area called it the "Asylum." Usually, no one was willing to come near it.

Even finding people to perform repairs or maintain the hospital buildings was difficult.

This was especially true after rumors spread that patients had escaped from here several times and murdered passersby.

At this moment, a somewhat old, gray private car slowly pulled to a stop in front of the hospital gate.

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

He was wearing a black jacket and black trousers, with a black mask on his face and a baseball cap on his head, obscuring most of his features.

On the other side of the car, a foreign man with a flat-top haircut and a scar on his face stepped out. It was none other than Jian Safit, who had been carrying out a mission in Guixi Town just a short while ago.

Among all the people under Wang Yiyang, Jian was the most trustworthy because he had a specialized chip implanted in his body.

Lei Wei, who served as his assistant, did not have one.

"We're here, Boss." Jian looked up at the hospital.

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

The old security guard, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly opened the small iron gate that only allowed one person to pass at a time.

Ignoring the old guard's respectful salute, Wang Yiyang kept his eyes forward and walked straight down the first-floor corridor of the hospital.

The two reached the end of the first-floor lobby, where the wall in the dim corner slowly flipped open to reveal a hidden, dark underground passage.

Without hesitation, the two quickly descended the stairs along the passage.

At the end of the stairs was a silver elevator going straight down. Two armed soldiers with live ammunition guarded the entrance.

Red patterns flickered across the electronic goggles worn by the two soldiers, quickly scanning the identities of the arrivals.

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

Wang Yiyang led Jian inside.

The elevator descended rapidly, and about a minute later, the doors opened.

Wang Yiyang took the lead and stepped out.

Several researchers in white coats were already waiting outside the door.

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

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

The old man did not waste any time; he nodded to Wang Yiyang and turned to lead the way.

"Thank you." Wang Yiyang nodded. He had already arranged and communicated everything last night.

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

Everything had progressed very smoothly. In particular, Sect Master Peijia of the Yanhu Sect had quite casually tossed over five disabled Limit Martial Artists.

For a martial artist, a disability could be the result of a routine sparring session, a fierce exchange with an opponent, or even a life-or-death duel.

There were actually quite a few Limit Martial Artists in the Mien Federation, but the number of those who had lost their combat effectiveness due to disabilities from various causes had slashed the ranks of Limit Martial Artists by more than half.

For the Yanhu Sect, there were a great many disabled Limit Martial Artists at the Glimmer rank within their sect.

Upon hearing that there was an opportunity to test a new type of surgery and a chance to restore their disabled limbs, they naturally scrambled to grab the spots.

Therefore, if it weren't for Wang Yiyang limiting the number to just five, the Yanhu Sect would likely have sent several times that many people.

After all, Limit Martial Artists were disabled every year, causing them to drop in rank. Over time, the number of disabled Limit Martial Artists accumulated by the Yanhu Sect was almost unimaginable.

Wang Yiyang followed the old man through the silver research hall and arrived before a heavy metal door.

Thick white gas hissed from the seams of the door as it slowly opened.

"All surgical materials are ready, and the equipment and instruments you specified are inside, along with some laboratory mice. The 3D Organ Printer and so on..."

"Alright, you can head out. Send an assistant to help me familiarize myself with the instruments." Wang Yiyang had the experience of Twist, so he was quite familiar with many of the instruments, but crafting human organs was still a new endeavor.

A young female researcher with an outstanding appearance and figure was quickly pushed forward.

It was obvious she had been sent to assist with ulterior motives, but Wang Yiyang was in no mood for romance. He focused on asking her for guidance, noted down the steps and methods for using the instruments, and then shooed her out.

Over the next few days, he intended to completely replicate the organ transplant surgery of Twist! And synthesize the mysterious substance known as Source Silver.

With the experience of hundreds of dissection surgeries from Twist, he was quite proficient when he started, though he encountered some trouble while crafting human organs.

However, after fighting for more than ten hours straight and disregarding the waste of materials, he quickly mastered the basic usage methods.

The organ manufacturing technology of the Mien Federation was not actually a troublesome matter.

The basic organ structures and material details were already stored in the chip of the medical 3D Organ Printer.

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

It was very foolproof.

He only needed to memorize and save the specific process of organ preservation and transplantation.

Fortunately, with the surgical experience of Twist, he picked it up very quickly.

It was the synthesis of Source Silver that proved troublesome.

Although the process was not complex, it required extreme precision in data and timing.

Fortunately, nothing could stump Wang Yiyang, who possessed complete experience.

He simply stopped going anywhere else, living in the laboratory and having food delivered when he was hungry or thirsty.

When he was sleepy or tired, he would lean against a corner of the lab, having his subordinates bring an electric sleeping bag so he could crawl inside and sleep for a while.

Time passed bit by bit; he forgot about day and night, throwing himself heart and soul into replicating the surgery.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Finally, Wang Yiyang had fully replicated the entire Source Silver synthesis process. However, despite having the experience of Twist, he had still managed to kill every single one of the laboratory mice during the organ transplant surgery.

All the organs crafted from Source Silver were wasted.

Fortunately, as long as he could successfully craft Source Silver, any doctor capable of organ transplantation would do, provided he could find someone to perform the task.

Having confirmed the properties and parameters of the Source Silver, Wang Yiyang quickly wiped all the instrument data, overwriting it dozens of times with useless new data before tossing a pre-prepared electromagnetic micro-bomb into the center of the laboratory.

BANG!

The bomb suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Every instrument throughout the laboratory immediately crackled and popped, all of them completely fried.

Having finished testing the Source Silver, he opened the laboratory door, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Yet, no matter how long he pressed the button, the door remained unresponsive.

"Shit! I forgot this door is electronically controlled too!"

Wang Yiyang cursed in annoyance, simply plopping down onto the edge of his sleeping bag to wait for the people outside to open the door and deliver food and drink at the scheduled time.