Category: Covert Agent Yang-one-1

BOOM! The bonfire violently erupted, its raging flames swept outward like a storm, and the phantom sound faded into nothingness amidst pathos. As the dust settled, Yang Zicang’s gradually recovering form emerged. Athna did not exist, yet Yang Zicang felt an added surge of power within himself. At that moment, with a few screams from…

Suddenly, the crowd stirred, eyes shifting toward the bonfire. Several leaders scrambled over in a panicked crawl, then breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the shaman, who had been sitting cross-legged, nearly teetered over—yet immediately straightened his spine and propped himself back up. Beside the shaman, a middle-aged man, after steadying him,…

–Hey, so now you know you were wrong?– Yang Zicang, however, had no intention of getting angry at the primitives. –Woo-woo-woo-woo.– The leader, whose entire coat of fur was scorched bald, crawled forward a couple of times on the ground. –Too bad I’m not the Dragon King, and I can’t put out your fire.– In…

Yang Zicang pulled out the cork, and the child hastily peered in with one eye, tilting the jug as if trying to see inside more clearly by holding it up to the sunlight. Then the first sip went straight into her eye instead. –Wawa!– The child was stunned. She had heard the rescued man describe…

Yang Zicang lowered his head to gaze at his own hand and the flint resting within it. Though it appeared the same as when he first entered, a full decade had passed—and even with the power of acceleration, he had still lived through nearly two years firsthand. –Though this is a dream, for those within…

–Well, now you know you were wrong, huh?– Yang Zicang, for his part, had no intention of holding a grudge against these primitives. –Woo-ow, woo-ow.– The tribal chief, his fur completely singed off, crawled forward on the ground, nudging ahead twice. –Too bad I’m not the Dragon King, so I can’t put out your fire…

Thinking about the strong, he couldn’t help but think of the so-called –Headquarters.– Only because there existed something known as the statue — controlling those there meant nearly dominating the city. Many abilities required the statue to be used; if only he could go to a scene where the statue existed. He entertained the thought…

Inside the carriage, Yan Yi said: {When do you plan to strike? Some of the people I’ve been watching have already started moving this way.} [Easy now. These Chixiao Palace bastards usually wreak havoc, and today they’ve delivered themselves to my door—of course, I’m going to uphold justice on behalf of heaven.] {Watch out for…

[CEO Wang Invested 4000N for me.] {Yang Zicang, take back your weapon fast.} Warren Wang’s voice boomed thunderously within the mental link; he snarled in frantic rage, nearly splenetic with panic. {Sell it to me if you must!} {You have no goddamn clue about the value of a Chronos Weapon—you might not even know that…

Yang Zicang’s Chronos financing rapidly spread. Leading the group back with Warren Wang, Yang Qian focused on the newly appeared sensing image: –It looks like a good time to invest now. Should I give Chronos to Yang Zicang?– The crowd behind Yang Qian was in an uproar. Many cursed upon seeing Yang Zicang being robbed.…