Clear Cognition

He snapped the phone screen off.

Wang Yiyang turned his head to look out the window.

A continuous stream of people was boarding the bus, moving back and forth. It was impossible to tell who was suspicious or who belonged to Jian's team.

Suddenly, he felt something poking his back.

He looked back and saw, through the gap in the seats, a little boy in the row behind him with his eyes wide open, poking him with a chocolate stick.

The color from the chocolate stick left a small smudge on Wang Yiyang's light-colored T-shirt.

Seeing that his little prank had been discovered, the boy quickly looked up and offered a ingratiating smile.

Wang Yiyang smiled back.

"Is that for me to eat?" he asked.

The boy blinked, sensing something was wrong, but it was already too late. His chocolate stick was quickly snatched away by Wang Yiyang, who pulled it away with a firm tug.

Snap.

Wang Yiyang popped the chocolate stick into his mouth. He watched as the boy's expression quickly crumpled, and crying sounds erupted from behind him.

He wore a smile on his face as he sat back properly.

"Finished your call? You hadn't finished what you were saying earlier," Su Ling, sitting beside him, had seen the whole thing and covered her mouth to giggle, steering the conversation back to the topic they were interested in.

"Oh, actually, the martial arts gym my grandfather ran didn't teach much; the basic fist techniques were just a few variations repeated over and over..." Wang Yiyang collected his thoughts and continued to explain with a smile.

Beside the bus station parking lot.

Dada had a head of yellow hair, and his muscular physique looked even more robust under the tight fit of his black tank top.

Two black dragons were tattooed on his arms, and the character for 'eye' was tattooed on his neck. Paired with his slightly wicked appearance and temperament, he possessed a distinct quality that set him apart from ordinary street thugs.

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

He watched as the bus Wang Yiyang was on began to slowly pull away.

Dada flicked away his cigarette butt, crushed it under his foot, and then rolled his shoulders.

"I really don't know why Black Silkworm doesn't just strike immediately. Could it be that they've spent too much time together and can't bring themselves to do it?" he scoffed. He lifted his leg and strode toward the bus.

The bustling crowd provided him with the perfect cover.

In such a chaotic place, killing someone was simply too easy for a man as proficient in Yin Fist and hard qigong as he was.

Dada flexed his fingers, and a metal needle slid silently between them.

Pfft!!

Suddenly, the hair on his back stood on end. A faint gunshot sound had barely reached his ears before he felt a numbness in his back.

"A gunman?!" Dada lunged to the left with a series of rapid, small steps, moving two meters into the crowd within a tenth of a second.

Once shielded by the crowd, a ferocious grin he couldn't suppress broke out on Dada's face.

"Heh heh... a gunman?? There's actually a gunman protecting that kid?? Ridiculous, thinking a mere tranquilizer dart could..." Click.

In an instant, more than five guns were pressed against him from all sides.

Hard gun barrels were jammed tightly against his torso.

The ferocious grin on Dada's face froze instantly.

Pfft.

Just before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard someone whisper beside him.

"Take him away. The Minister wants to see him."

Wang Yiyang got off the bus, his mind still preoccupied with the system ability he had acquired.

This system seemed to grant him a hidden identity out of thin air.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was where this hidden identity actually came from.

Did a Security Department Minister of the Mister Pharmaceutical Group already exist, or was it conjured out of nothing by the system?

Moreover, judging by the massive amount of data that had flooded his mind, everything about this Security Department Minister, from childhood to adulthood, fit perfectly with his own life experiences.

The two-hour bus ride hadn't been long.

Wang Yiyang got off the bus, exchanged contact information with Su Ling, and hailed a taxi to leave the station.

He soon returned to Yingxing City and arrived at the small studio apartment he rented.

Yingxing City was located in the far east of the Mien Federation, near the sea, and was considered a trade city.

Although the area is small, it relies primarily on the marine industry and mining, making for decent development.

It belongs to the larger category of third-tier cities within the Federation.

Yingxing City has a total of five industrial parks, and the Qiushang Park where he works is a full thirteen kilometers away from where he lives.

But because this rental is cheap enough, the former Wang Yiyang had no choice but to go to bed early and wake up early every day to catch the subway.

However, that was in the past; he is different now.

Puff.

Wang Yiyang threw himself heavily into the only single-seater sofa, letting the soft leather wrap tightly around him.

In just two short days, on the surface, he had only returned to his hometown to visit his grandfather, but in reality, the complexity of what transpired in between was enough to leave anyone stunned.

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

He first checked his call logs: two missed calls, both from his old man.

Without much thought, he quickly dialed back.

After a few rings, the call was promptly answered.

"Hey, son, did you see your grandfather when you went back?" Wang Songhai's voice was quite distinctive.

"Yeah, I saw him. His health is the same as ever; he could kill a cow with one punch," Wang Yiyang laughed.

"That's good. We're away and can't go back to see him right away, so you'll just have to go back and check on him from time to time. How about you? How's work? Do you have a girlfriend yet? Do you need your old man to help?"

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood for that right now. By the way, Dad, do you know where Grandpa's eldest disciple, Zhong Can, is from? How did he become Grandpa's student in the past?" Wang Yiyang intended to fish for information on Zhong Can, wondering if his father knew any secrets.

"Zhong Can? Your grandfather picked him up. He's basically an adopted son. He had great talent for martial arts, and since your grandfather couldn't find a successor back then, he had to pin his hopes on him. Zhong Can will probably inherit your grandfather's Yuekong Martial Arts Hall in the future," his father sighed.

"What about Zhong Can's parents?"

"No idea. Anyway, when your grandfather found him, the kid was already nearly ten years old. He was filthy. Oh, you wouldn't know—that was right when the ozone layer depletion worsened and the global famine hit; there were orphans starving to death everywhere."

"Alright, if you don't know, then forget it. How's Mom?" Wang Yiyang asked casually.

"She's out shopping with her sisters. I happened to have some free time today, so I called to ask how things are over there," Wang Songhai continued. "I see you idling away all day; you should find a girlfriend sooner. Your mother and I have been wanting to hold a grandchild for a long time, but you're just not pulling your weight..."

"Alright, alright, I get it." Wang Yiyang always got annoyed whenever this topic came up.

After chatting a bit more with his father, he hung up and checked his text messages.

Messages from colleagues, classmates, and his direct supervisor had all piled up.

There were over sixty messages alone, not counting the attachments.

Back at the company, as a product planner, Wang Yiyang had naturally planned a fairly decent product.

Judging by the concept, the simulated model, and the market surveys, the new product had received positive feedback.

Originally, if he had just executed this plan well, he could have used the opportunity to advance and truly enter the company's management.

But now, such a huge incident had occurred on his grandfather's side.

The series of events left Wang Yiyang feeling as if he were still in a dream.

He had no heart to go back and focus on planning.

The company he works for, Xinda Network, primarily specializes in tailoring network systems for clients.

At the same time, they also undertake tasks related to network security.

Therefore, the company is divided into two main sectors: the product development department and the security maintenance department.

He is in the product development department.

Holding his phone, Wang Yiyang quickly and briefly browsed through all the messages.

Classmates asking him out for drinks, colleagues inviting him to dinner, his supervisor asking when he'd return.

His old best friend was asking her to go on a trip.

There was also a pile of junk mail: insurance, real estate, jewelry, network feature activations, data package promotions, and so on.

He swiped them all into the trash.

"For now, never mind the person Jian caught; let's see exactly how much money I have under my command as the Security Department head..." Wang Yiyang took a deep breath.

As a "moonlight" spender who had long struggled to balance his budget, money was the most direct key to changing his life. It was also the source of confidence for most people.

He earnestly opened the mobile browser, skillfully navigated to the Federation Bank app exclusive to the Security Department head according to his memories, and entered his account and password.

Then, he passed the fingerprint security verification.

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

Your balance is: 22,177,935 yuan

"Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million! Hiss..." As Wang Yiyang counted to the end, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

This was a deposit balance of over twenty million!!

You have to understand, the entire Xinda Network where he worked only brought in a total annual profit of a little over six million.

Yet right now, he had over twenty million in just one account.

This was a massive sum of money. And this was merely the smallest of the five accounts tied to this identity.

"This... and this is only the Bronze Rank status of this system... Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Wang Yiyang's annual salary was only a few tens of thousands, and seeing a balance of over twenty million at a glance left him stunned.

He felt his breathing grow heavy.

Immediately.

He quickly logged into other banking apps to check the remaining personal accounts belonging to the Security Department head of Mister Pharmaceutical Group.

One massive figure after another made him feel as if he were floating on clouds, unable to believe his eyes.

The total balance of all these accounts combined actually reached over two hundred million.

"And this is just the liquid capital on hand; there are still the Mister Group stocks, as well as other real estate..." Wang Yiyang felt as if a mountain of gold had suddenly dropped from the sky and smashed right into his forehead.

From head to toe, his body seemed to radiate a golden glow. Even his breath felt like it carried the scent of money.

"...No, I need to calm down! The matter regarding Grandfather hasn't been cleared up yet, and there's the massive trouble this identity might bring in a month's time!"

Wang Yiyang quickly recalled the information the system had provided earlier.

There is no gain without loss.

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

"I must arrange for people to protect Grandfather first and monitor the situation at Yuekong Martial Arts Hall at all times. I cannot let anything actually go wrong!" He reacted swiftly.