Category: Covert Agent Yang-TWO-1

A fair-skinned woman, casually wearing a white jacket-style ladies’ uniform over a pair of tight athletic pants, walked through the corridor where warm lights reflected off the walls until she reached the door. –Hmm?– She tilted her head slightly, casting a glance back down the hallway she had just traversed. An inexplicable wisp of melancholy…

After a night, the morning sunlight spilled onto a silver-scaled, plump fish lying on the deck. Its bulging eyes reflected four figures—Hong Haocheng, Zhang Miao, and two men with wet, disheveled hair. –Come on. This time it’s two hundred years. Talk it over between yourselves.– Hong Haocheng’s voice was deep. –……– Half an hour later,…

Three psychic alchemy objects slowly floated and rotated in the air. Yang Zicang first looked at the crystal glasses, which had a fairly decent appearance. He wondered if wearing them to see Miss Xu Aiyuan would reduce the natural influence of her ability. The thought barely surfaced before Yang Zicang shook his head and dismissed…

–Good morning, Mr. Zicang.- –Good morning, Sister Lili.- Entering the office, Yang Zicang’s gaze first fell upon the wooden flower-screen stand on the right side of his workstation. –What are you staring at?- Jiaoma, dressed in an elegant white dress with yellow polka dots and a small cloth bag slung across her shoulder, stepped briskly…

Ring! A firm, powerful finger swiftly pressed the ringing alarm to silence. –Time’s up for today. Another day of utter failure.- Yang Zicang rose from his desk and stretched. As he stood up, the light flickering inside a transistor-like small cylinder on the walnut desk shifted from a steady pulse to chaotic fluctuations. A girl…

The image of Zhu Yin handing him the manual surfaced in Yang Zicang’s mind. Was this guy in front of him planning to pass messages to others through this telekinesis training ground? –This one I don’t have time to chop with my sword,- Yang Zicang muttered to himself, facing the huge crate falling from the…

–You are indeed great.– A streak of light tore across the sky, coiling toward the falling wooden box. [Trajectory curve… Psychokinetic deconstruction… Compensation, replacement…] Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed slightly. For a moment, his thoughts wandered, as if recalling something, but the fiercely flickering lines swiftly severed all his doubts. His attention, engulfed by the immense…

Yang Zicang already knew that in the Lost Illusion Company, only with promotion could one use Chronos to restore youthful appearance—for here, rejuvenation granted a more beautiful and handsome appearance, like that of elves and fairies. He looked at the psychic card in his hand. On the mist-covered cover was a samurai pushing a box…

[The Barking Door stares at me.] –……– On the pitch-black door before me, a gleeful short-haired pug is carved in relief on the left; on the right, a cold, pitch-black Doberman gazes out like a pirate captain, its right eye covered and its left pupil gleaming with radiant brilliance… Its ears stand erect, looking full…

Yang Zicang’s eyes lit up. –There’s a place like that? When can we go?– –Haha, don’t rush. Let’s have some afternoon tea first.– …… Hong Haocheng and Zhang Miao swam desperately in the water. The water looked ocean-blue, but it wasn’t salty, and beneath the surface swam many freshwater fish. –Grab my luggage for me.–…