Clear Understanding 2

He swiped to turn off his phone screen.

Wang Yiyang turned his head to look out the window.

People getting on the bus streamed back and forth without end. There was no way to tell who might be suspicious or which passengers were members of Jian's team.

Suddenly, he felt something poking him in the back.

He turned around and saw a little boy in the back seat peering through the gap between the seats, poking him with a chocolate bar.

The chocolate left a small stain on Wang Yiyang's light-colored T-shirt.

When the boy realized he'd been caught, he quickly looked up and gave him a placating smile.

Wang Yiyang smiled back.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

The boy blinked, seeming to sense something was wrong, but it was already too late. Wang Yiyang quickly grabbed the chocolate bar and snatched it away with a sharp tug.

Crunch.

Wang Yiyang popped the chocolate bar into his mouth. As he watched the boy's expression crumple, crying broke out behind him.

He smiled and sat back down.

"Finished your call? You still haven't finished telling me what you were saying earlier." Su Ling had seen what happened too. She covered her mouth, laughing, then brought him back to the topic they'd been interested in.

"Oh, actually, my grandpa's martial arts school doesn't teach all that much. The basic boxing techniques are just a few moves repeated over and over..." Wang Yiyang came back to himself and continued explaining with a smile.

Beside the bus station parking lot.

Dada had a head of blond hair. His muscular build looked even more imposing beneath his tight black tank top.

Two black dragons were tattooed on his arms, and the character for "eye" was tattooed on his neck. With his slightly sinister looks and demeanor, he had a distinctive air that set him apart from ordinary street thugs.

A black tank top, white trousers, and white boots—that was his entire outfit.

Watching the bus Wang Yiyang was on begin to pull away, Dada tossed away his cigarette and ground it out underfoot, then rolled his shoulders.

"I wonder why Black Silkworm didn't make a move right away. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to do it after spending so much time with him?" He scoffed and strode toward the bus.

The jostling crowd gave him perfect cover.

In a chaotic place like this, killing someone would be all too easy for him, a master of Yin Fist and hard-body techniques.

Dada flexed his fingers. A metal needle silently slid between them.

Pfft!

All at once, the hairs on his back stood on end. A faint gunshot had only just reached his ears when he felt a prickling numbness in his back.

"A shooter?!" Dada took several quick steps to the left, moving two meters into the crowd in a tenth of a second.

Hidden among the people, Dada couldn't suppress a savage grin.

"Heh heh... A shooter? They actually have a shooter protecting that kid? Ridiculous. They think a mere tranquilizer dart can..." Click.

In an instant, more than five guns pressed against him from every direction.

The hard barrels were held tight against his torso.

Dada's savage grin froze on his face.

Pfft.

Just before he lost consciousness, he faintly heard someone beside him bark, "Take him away. The director wants to see him."

Wang Yiyang got off the bus, still trying to make sense of the system ability he'd received.

It seemed the system could give him a hidden identity out of thin air.

But he couldn't understand how exactly this hidden identity had come about.

Was there already a security director at Mister Pharmaceutical Group, or had the system created one out of nothing?

And judging from the mass of information that had appeared in his mind, everything about the security director, from childhood onward, fit perfectly with his own life experiences.

The two-hour trip hadn't been particularly long.

After exchanging contact information with Su Ling, Wang Yiyang got off the bus and took a cab away from the station.

Before long, he was back in Yingxing City and had reached the small studio apartment he rented.

Yingxing City was in the easternmost part of the Mien Federation, close to the sea. It was a trading city.

Though not very large, it had developed reasonably well on the strength of its marine industries and offshore mining.

It was one of the larger third-tier cities in the Federation.

Yingxing City had five industrial parks. Qiushang Park, where he worked, was a full thirteen kilometers from his home.

But because this rental was cheap enough, the old Wang Yiyang had had to get up early every day and take the subway to work.

That was all in the past, though. Things were different now.

Pff.

Wang Yiyang flung himself into the only armchair in the apartment, letting its soft leather cushion wrap tightly around him.

In just two days, it looked as if he'd only gone back to his hometown to visit his grandfather. But what had happened in the meantime was complicated enough to leave anyone dumbfounded.

Wang Yiyang rested for a while before taking out his phone.

First, he checked his call history. There were two missed calls, both from his dad.

Without thinking much of it, he quickly called him back.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Hey, son. Did you get to see your grandpa?" His father, Wang Songhai, had a very distinctive voice.

"Yeah, I did. He's the same as ever. Could knock a cow dead with one punch," Wang Yiyang said with a smile.

"That's good. We're out of town and can't get back to see him right away, so you'll have to go visit him from time to time.

What about you? How's work? Got a girlfriend? Want your old man to help?"

"Forget it. I'm not thinking about that right now. By the way, Dad, do you know where Grandpa's senior disciple, Zhong Can, is from? How did he become Grandpa's student?" Wang Yiyang wanted to ask about Zhong Can and see if his father knew anything he didn't.

"Zhong Can? Your grandpa found him. He more or less adopted him as his son. He had a real talent for martial arts. Back then, your grandpa couldn't find anyone to carry on his legacy, so he had to pin his hopes on him.

Zhong Can will probably inherit Yuekong Martial Arts Hall from your grandpa one day." His father sighed.

"What about Zhong Can's parents?"

"No idea. Anyway, he was nearly ten when your grandpa found him. He was filthy all over. Good grief, you should've seen it back then. There'd been some worsening hole in the ozone layer, and a worldwide famine. There were orphans about to starve to death everywhere."

"All right. If you don't know, you don't know. What about Mom?" Wang Yiyang asked casually.

"She went out with her friends. She happened to have some free time today, so I thought I'd call and see how things were going for you," Wang Songhai continued. "I see you've got nothing to do all day. You should find a girlfriend soon. Your mom and I have been wanting grandkids for ages, but you're no help at all..."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Wang Yiyang always got annoyed whenever this came up.

He chatted with his father for a few more minutes, then hung up and checked his messages.

There was a whole pile from coworkers, classmates, and his supervisor.

Just scrolling through the messages, there were more than sixty. That didn't even count the attachments.

At Xinda Network, Wang Yiyang had been a product planner and had come up with a fairly decent product.

Whether you looked at the concept, the prototype model, or the market survey, the new product had received promising feedback.

If he pulled off this project, he might have been able to use it as a springboard to advance and enter the company's management.

But so much had happened to his grandpa.

The chain of upheavals still made Wang Yiyang feel as if he were in a dream.

He had no desire to go back and work on the project seriously.

His company, Xinda Network, mainly created customized network systems for clients.

It also took on network security work.

So the company was divided into two major departments: product development and security maintenance.

He worked in product development.

Holding his phone, Wang Yiyang quickly skimmed through all the messages one by one.

Classmates wanted him to join them for drinks, coworkers wanted to go out to dinner, and his supervisor wanted to know when he'd be back.

An old friend wanted him to go on a trip with her.

There was also a pile of junk advertising texts about insurance, homes for sale, jewelry, network service activation, data plan promotions, and all kinds of other things.

He swept them all into the trash folder.

"First, never mind the person Jian's people caught. Let's see how much money I have as this security director..." Wang Yiyang took a deep breath.

As someone who'd spent a long time living paycheck to paycheck, he knew money was the most direct way to change his life. It was also what gave most people a sense of security.

He opened a webpage on his phone and, following the security director's memories, navigated to the Federation Bank app reserved exclusively for the security director. He entered the account name and password.

Then he completed the fingerprint security check.

Soon, his personal account at Federation Bank clearly displayed his current balance.

"Your balance is: 22,177,935 yuan."

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million! Hah..." By the time Wang Yiyang reached the end, his voice had started to tremble.

That was more than twenty million in savings!

The entire Xinda Network, where he worked, only made a little over six million in total profit per year.

And he had more than twenty million in a single account.

That was a huge sum. And this was just the smallest of the five accounts tied to this identity.

"Th-this is only a Bronze Rank identity from the system... Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Wang Yiyang earned only tens of thousands a year. Seeing more than twenty million in savings in front of him,

his breathing grew heavy.

Right away,

he hurriedly logged into the apps for his other banks to check the security director of Mister Pharmaceutical Group's other personal accounts.

One enormous number after another made him feel as if he were floating in the clouds, unable to believe it.

The total balance across all those accounts came to more than two hundred million.

"And that's just the liquid assets. There are also shares in Mister Group and other properties..." Wang Yiyang felt as if a mountain of gold had fallen out of the sky and hit him on the head.

From head to toe, he seemed to glow with a golden light. Even the air he breathed out smelled like money.

"...No, I need to calm down! I still haven't figured out what's going on with Grandpa, and in a month, this identity might bring me a whole lot of trouble!"

Wang Yiyang quickly remembered the system's message from before.

There was always a price to pay.

The more powerful and impressive this identity appeared, the more serious and troublesome the dangers he might face would be.

"First, I'll arrange for people to protect Grandpa and keep an eye on Yuekong Martial Arts Hall at all times, in case anything happens!" He quickly pulled himself together.