Category: Covert Agent Yang-BOOK1

–Thanks for your help earlier.– Yang Zicang looked at the two of them, –Some of those who helped me before have already left this world forever. From now on, we must live well on their behalf.– –We didn’t do much. But you’re right—this was really an unwarranted disaster for those people. By the way, what’s…

Just then, a somber voice echoed from the depths of the passage. –Aha, you’ve actually grown younger—was that dwarf really that weak? If I’d known, I’d have taken him out myself!– It was the familiar voice of Director Huang from behind the bus! No sooner had he spoken than another thin, spiderweb-like white zigzag beam…

–I… confirm.– Yang Zicang dodged the grasping hand of a –train passenger– chasing him from behind, leaping off the platform onto the tracks. The phantom of the subway train swept in from behind, brushing past his body as it thundered by. Inside the train, various silhouettes wore headphones listening to music, played with their phones,…

In the fleeting moment when the light at the heart of his chest was about to vanish, it fell upon Yang Zicang. On the floor above, the trio, about to dash out of the exit, suddenly felt the ground tremble beneath their feet. –What’s going on?– –That shaking again—could another monster be emerging?– The two…

Yang Zicang and Chang Yang exchanged glances, their hearts filled with hesitation. From the sudden upheaval to this moment, aside from Xiaoyu, the remaining lifespans of the others had already run thin. –We…– No one could say exactly how many years they had left; perhaps in the next second, their life would end. –Investment yields…

Strange metallic screeches echoed throughout the bus, as if the vehicle itself were writhing. Two piercing screams erupted from the crowd as black smoke poured into their feet through the ground, spreading rapidly along their blood vessels and nerves, engulfing their entire bodies. The pair grew frantically, their height shooting up as they contorted, resembling…

Yang Zicang awoke to find himself inside a strange bus. –I… didn’t die?- Through the dark window, a yellow taxi drove past this bus halted in the middle of the road. As it passed by, Yang Zicang saw, in the passenger seat of that taxi, a lean boy with a chiseled, cold face—sharp as if…