Category: Covert Agent Yang-BOOK1

By the dead of night, the inventory was finally tallied. The Grand Wagon Freight Crew was nearly wiped out, the corpses on the ground slowly gathering clusters of black crystals. –Lost Thought Moxel.– Yang Zicang took the over two hundred tokens belonging to the Grand Wagon Freight Crew, while Song Penglord was tasked with handling…

A Li’s Moxel connected to a distant figure, the true captain of the Wasteland Crew Rover swept through his telepathic link, letting his gaze land briefly on Yang Zicang, etching the young man’s image deep into his mind. {Come back now. The river runs often—splash without wet shoes? This time, you’ve crossed paths with someone…

[Zuo Feixian intends to make a Pro-Investment for me.] [Zuo Feixian invested 1000N in me.] Professor Chen felt his brain instantly short-circuit. Xiao Liu beside him opened his mouth in a perfect –O– shape, nearly crying out. Stuttering, he gasped to Shiu Siuchuan, –You actually… have such a long life.– –Hmph.– –Saved for survival.– The…

Boom! Boom! Two explosions thundered across the ground, instantly splattering one member of Peng Zone into a mess of flesh and blood. –Ridiculous—you actually think you can beat us?– A Li from the Desolate Freight Crew glanced at Zhao Qi. –Alright, then!– Zhao Qi smacked the blade of his knife against the beast’s rump beneath…

–Old Yang, let’s give these bastards hell—they’re exactly the type I need to take down.– Seeing Yang Zicang’s friend seething with righteous fury, neither Zuo Feixian nor Shiu Siuchuan—no paragons of propriety themselves—could hide the contempt that flickered across their faces. Zuo Feixian sneered, –Hey, Brother Lo, Mr. Yang hasn’t even said a word yet.…

After lunch, Wuyou Penglord personally accompanied Yang Zicang as they strolled through the trading area, a vast, partitioned square that had been the place where his fortune first began. Seeing that Wuyou Penglord was personally touring with the Seventh-Rank Inheritor while they themselves merely trailed behind, several artisans, who had traveled far to auction their…

After the meeting, Chen Yu returned to his room. It was a small space with a bed, a desk, and even a washroom—suitable for both an office and a long-term stay. After working for a while, a knock came at the door. Li Mi, wearing a plain jacket, entered and handed him a glass of…

Yang Zicang stared deep into the eyes of the person across from him. –Since you already know this, why did you bring it up?– –Hmm, why did I? Maybe because of Mercury retrograde.– –Just to make yourself luckier?– Yang Zicang fixed his gaze on him, questioning word by word. –Maybe for the sake of fairness.…

–Who was the vanquished one of the Hunt Alliance?– Robin Lo rubbed his hands and asked the Nightmare Train with concern. This was intelligence he had only heard of but never grasped, known only to the elders at headquarters. In a world where everyone could attain lifespans of centuries or millennia, surviving a few years…

–I heard he single-handedly dealt with the sneak attack from the monsters outside this morning.– –No wanted portrait this time; Penglord even put in a good word, saying he’s a guest invited personally.– Yang Zicang chuckled and walked past them from behind, when suddenly a half-grown child of about ten years old darted nimbly through…