Chapter 233: Introspection

Chapter 233: Introspection

The three of them waited on the shoal for about twenty minutes until the Hundred Rivers Union sent half of the first team to escort Chen Ying back.

Gao Yang and Wang ZIkai decided to go as well. As soon as Wang Zikai got into his sports car, Gao Yang received a message from Black Tortoise on his phone: get in my car.

He looked up to see a luxurious gray sedan parked nearby.

He told Wang Zikai, “You should go home. The Guild has sent someone for me.”

“Is your new organization reliable?” Wang Zikai looked doubtful. “It doesn’t seem that way. Why don’t you stay with me? The 94 Duo will defeat whoever comes our way, be it gods or buddhas!”

“How many times have I told you that you’re the hidden ace, and that you should lay low for the moment?” Gao Yang placated him with flattery.

“Alright. I’m going home then. My fucking butt is getting cold.” Wang Zikai pushed the accelerator and drove away.

Once the sports car was out of sight, the sedan slowly came over. The door slid to the side, revealing Black Tortoise—or Yan Feng.

He was dressed in a dragon robe with imperial headwear, and on his face was a fake mustache.

Gao Yang paused, suppressing the urge to holler, ‘All hail Your Majesty the Emperor.’

“Come in.” Yan Feng lifted his head slightly, his dignified and composed voice demanding respect. He seemed to still be in character.

Gao Yang got into the car and sat down next to Yan Feng.

The car started. Yan Feng’s manager, dressed professionally with a shrewd look on his face, said in an irritated tone, “He’s only got an hour off, and it’s been 20 minutes. Hurry up already! We’re all waiting for you!”

“Drop the kid at the walking street in the Feiyang District before taking me back to the set.”

“Who is this kid to you?” The manager glanced at Gao Yang through the rearview mirror. He joked, “He’s not an illegitimate child of yours, is he?”

With a gentle smile on his face, Yan Feng flipped his manager off. Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Gao Yang was a little surprised. It turned out that Black Tortoise was but a regular person as the actor Yan Feng, and he was quite close to his manager. They must have known each other for a long time.

Yan Feng glanced at his manager before turning back to Gao Yang, saying in a lowered voice, “Like I said before, he’s a white face. Don’t worry about him.”

Gao Yang nodded.

“I just reported to Guildmaster,” said Yan Feng. “The investigation is now out of your hand.”

“The mission...”

“Is now Elder Azure Dragon’s responsibility. He will conduct the investigation personally.”

Gao Yang was somewhat reluctant. He didn’t like dropping things halfway, but deep down, he also felt relief. Perhaps he had dodged a bullet.

All in all, he was conflicted.

“Stay in the branch for the next few days,” said Yan Feng. “You may still be in danger.”

Gao Yang said honestly, “But I’m taking my college entrance exams in a week, and I have to go to school during the day.”

“Hm.” Yan Feng seemed troubled. “True. It’ll be too suspicious for you to go missing the next few days. It’s likely to alert them.”

The negative was that it felt wrong to just give up when Gao Yang was so close to catching Ghost Horse.

And a day Ghost Horse lived on was a day Gao Yang slept with an eye open.

Gao Yang sighed and closed his eyes.

[Access granted.]

[You have a total of 231 Luck points.]

—It’s been seven days, and I fought Ghost Horse and almost got blown up two hours ago. That’s about what I should get.

—Increase Constitution and Endurance to the limit and put the rest of my Luck points into Charisma.

[Constitution: 500 Endurance: 500]

[Strength: 500 Agility: 500]

[Willpower: 500 Charisma: 116]

[Luck: 454]

[Access ends.]

Submerged in the warm bath, Gao Yang felt his energy concentrating to his chest before spreading to different parts of his body. A moment later, he found his breathing more stable, his heartbeat stronger, his muscles more toned, and his bones hardier.

This is about my current limit.

Even so, I’m unlikely to be able to endure something like the explosion two hours ago. I’d be crippled even if I lived.

He wondered how Wang Zikai’s physical abilities would translate into stats. Still, it didn’t make sense to look at stats alone. After all, monsters had their ‘Talents’ too.

Take Old Wang’s Iron Skin as an example, before activating the Talent, Old Wang’s Endurance might not be that much higher than that of other awakeners. After activating Iron Skin, though, he was significantly more durable.

If Gao Yang was going to go against an assassin, the best counter would be a Talent for tanking. If that wasn’t possible, acquiring a Talent for assassins would at least allow him to give as good as he took.

And to defend against a Talent for ambush like Detonation, acquiring a Life-type or Guard-type Talent would increase his chance of survival.

As for curses, Miracle-type Talents would be a good counter.

Another near death experience cemented Gao Yang’s belief that there were no strong awakeners who would forever be undefeated, and there were no weak awakeners who could never put up a fight.

Teacher War Tiger was right. In the world of awakeners, there were many more factors that would determine the victor and the one to survive.

Only in a shonen manga would people announce their names and have a head-to-head duel.

Gao Yang opened his eyes and clicked into his photo album on his phone. He found the picture he had taken of the face of the body that almost killed him.

After debating with himself, he clenched his teeth and rose from the bathtub with a splash.

No, I can’t just do nothing!

He accessed his contact list and found Sister Xia. He was about to make a call.

Thud, thud, thud.

Someone knocked.