Imposter Young Master
Chapter 391 - 394_1

Chapter 391: Chapter 394_1

"A setup?" Yang Gang started.

"Eh.. It has nothing to do with us. Uncle Yongjian is my dad’s close friend, he won’t harm us. Also..." Yang Ya paused, looked at Yang Gang, then laughed, "Gang, you can’t say ’transfer my ass’ to Chen Wenhao anymore."

"Why?" Yang Gang asked, puzzled.

"Ugh, you really are amnesic." Yang Fei took over the conversation. After a pause, she continued, "Because Wenhao has a sister who is the same age as us, I think her name is Chen Dongnuan."

Yang Ya nodded, "I heard that Dongnuan has also returned to the country this time. She didn’t come back last time when Wenhao did. It’s been ten years since I last saw her. I wonder if she has grown into a beauty by now. Their family has always had good genes, handsome guys and beautiful girls."

Yang Fei reflexively looked at her own chest, her face slightly darkened as she muttered, "Humph! Anyway, I didn’t inherit good genes!"

Yang Ya broke into a cold sweat.

Afterwards, the three of them went back to the Yang family’s home.

There was nothing noteworthy that night, Yang Gang didn’t dream-divine anything.

This dream-divination ability was highly random, something Yang Gang had no control over.

At breakfast the next day, Yang Ya mentioned that Chen Yongjian’s couple planned to bring Chen Wenhao and Chen Dongnuan over to the their house for dinner in the evening. She asked Yang Gang and Yang Fei to return home early, and also to invite Su Xiaoxi.

Yang Gang didn’t think much of it. The autumn sports event was coming up, and Young Master Yang was starting to plan how to host an interesting event.

"Hmm.. When it comes to interesting events, there must be a ’borrowing contest’, right? Although it’s originally from Japan, it’s pretty interesting. During the competition, the representatives from each class draw slips. The slips have written on them item that needs to be borrowed. If a boy draws ’please borrow a girl’s underwear within one minute’, wow, just thinking about it is hilarious. Cough cough! But before the autumn sports event, I have to figure out how to keep my position as the student union president.."

Ever since the news of Yang Gang being suspected of murder spread to the school, Young Master Yang’s reputation at Haixing University plummeted.

It can be predicted that before the autumn sports meet, most Haixing students will cast a ’no confidence’ vote against Yang Gang.

The shortest-tenured student union president in the history of Haixing University is about to be born.

Yang Gang was feeling pretty miserable.

On the other hand, as a globally wanted Perfect Form Monster, Young Master Yang was still concerned about his university’s daily life and completely unconcerned about the danger that could come at any moment.

What a strong heart!

In fact, Yang Gang was aware of the dangerous situation he was in, but because of this, he cherished university life even more. This was something he had never experienced before and something he always yearned for.

Of course, Yang Gang hadn’t really let his guard down, he didn’t want to die young at the age of 20. During this time, he had been methodically building his own influence, the prototype of which is the ’Love and World Peace’ arms organization. Now, there were already many strong individuals in the organization, including Yang Feng and Ye Qing.

He didn’t want to join any of the two forces that were constantly trying to find him. The New Human Conservationists wants to kill him, and the Radical New Human Sect wants to use him—not one of them is a good option. But of course, if Yang Gang had to choose between the conservationists and the radicals, he would definitely choose the radicals - at least those radicals did not want to kill him.

However, Yang Gang couldn’t figure out who was with which faction.

All he knew was that He Deng and Zhang Yu wanted to kill him. As for the radical faction, Yang only knew that the leader of their Hangcheng Branch was a woman, her age and appearance unknown. And Black Pig was the second in command of the Hangcheng Branch of the Radical New Human Sect.

So, besides the women close to him, he wouldn’t easily trust anyone else.

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After breakfast, as he drove to school and was passing by a cemetery, Yang Gang spotted someone.

Chen Wenhao!

He had a bouquet of carnations and was entering the cemetery.

Feeling a sudden curiosity, Yang Gang also parked his car and followed Wenhao into the cemetery.

After about ten minutes, Chen Wenhao arrived in front of a simple and clean headstone.

Chen Wenhao held carnations in his hands and a look of sorrow suddenly took over his face.

"Zhi’an, I’ve come to see you. I should’ve come sooner, but I’ve been tied down with my duties and I’m deeply regretful for my delay," Chen Wenhao said annundantly while standing in front of the tombstone.

He was quiet for a moment before he continued on, his voice sombre. "Zhi’an, you were an honest and brave police officer. Unluckily, you were implicated in a conflict in the wrong place at a wrong time. You were skilled in hand to hand combat and an excellent shooter, nimble enough to fight against three opponents at once. But even with this, you were nonetheless a common man, how could you fend off those who were genetically modified?"

Chen Wenhao’s voice grew lower, "I know you only wanted to save me that time, but..."

"You once told me that I was your best friend, that you hid no secrets from me. However, I did not reciprocate, I hid my secrets from you. Now that I think about it, if I had told you sooner that I was also genetically modified and a Bounty Hunter, if you had known these facts, perhaps you wouldn’t have voluntarily involved yourself in the war among the bounty hunters, and you wouldn’t have died so tragically."

Chen Wenhao’s face was filled with grief. He stopped talking and just stood in front of tombstone in silence. It seemed this was the only way his troubled soul could find peace.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Chen Wenhao, who had been lost in his memories, suddenly snapped back to alertness.

He swiftly turns to his back. Yang Gang, unable to dodge in time, simply stopped trying to hide and strolled forward nonchalantly.

"Wenhao, what were you mumbling just now?" Yang Gang curiously asked.

He had already heard everything, he knew about Chen Wenhao’s Bounty Hunter identity as well.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just paying respects to a dear friend," Chen Wenhao responded lightly.

Yang Gang glanced at the tombstone, which read ’Wang Zhian’.

"Uhm, did you come back to Hangcheng this time solely to pay respects to your old friend, Wenhao?" Yang Gang asked casually.

"Yeah, you could say so," Chen Wenhao answered in a somewhat vague manner.

Yang Gang didn’t press him further.

Later, Yang Gang also lit an incense stick.

Ten minutes after, the two exited the cemetery.

"Dammit! I need to use the restroom!" Chen Wenhao exclaimed, clutching his stomach.

Yang Gang was flustered, suggesting, "Then go! Isn’t there a small forest nearby?"

"But I didn’t bring toilet paper."

Yang Gang took a glance around, there was a small supermarket nearby. He suggested, "You go ahead. I’ll buy you some toilet paper from the supermarket."

Chen Wenhao shook his head, "No, no, I have a cleanliness obsession. I can only use my own toilet paper. Gang, here’s the key to our house in Hangcheng. It’s the villa at No.6 Fengyang Road. You can find my toilet paper in the living room. It’s labelled ’Chen Wenhao’s Personal Toilet Paper’."

Yang Gang was again, flustered.

Chen Wenhao shoved the house key into Yang Gang’s hand and ran into the small forest.

Yang Gang was speechless. Was this how all the returnees behaved? Surely, this capitalist education is problematic!

As he looked at the key in his hand, Yang Gang, left with no choice, drove to fetch the toilet paper.

Twenty minutes later, Yang Gang parked his car in front of the villa at No. 6 Fengyang Road.

This was Chen Wenhao’s villa in Hangcheng.

The villa was eerily silent, as if no one was inside. Yang Gang took out the key and opened the door to the living room.

In the split second that the living room door swung open, an immaculate, perfect, and impeccably sculpted naked body appeared before his unprepared eyes. The breasts, particularly well-endowed with a vigour that announced their existence proudly, left Yang Gang somewhat parched.