Imposter Young Master
Chapter 587 - 591 - Dangerous Woman_1

Chapter 587: Chapter 591 - Dangerous Woman_1

Yang Fei was stunned on the spot.

No blood relation...

Although she had considered this possibility, she didn’t expect it to be true.

If Yang Gang was an impostor, then where did her real twin brother go?

"Could he have been killed by Yang Gang?!"

A chill surged from her heart.

Yang Fei opened her door to take a look. The whole Yang’s villa was deathly still. She didn’t find Yang Gang anywhere, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

She wanted to call Yang Ya and Yang Lin with her phone, but ultimately, she gave up.

She paced back and forth in the courtyard over ten times. Eventually, with gritted teeth, she drove away from Yang’s villa in a BMW parked in the garage.

About ten minutes later, Yang Fei arrived at the Xia family.

"Huh? Feifei, why are you here?" Xia Ziyang, who was about to leave the house, saw Yang Fei’s frantic expression and asked.

"It’s nothing. Where is Zi Han?"

"Oh, that girl said she doesn’t have any classes in the morning and is still oversleeping." Xia Ziyang replied.

"I am going to find her!" Yang Fei then ran into the Xia’s villa.

"Uh, what’s wrong with Yang Fei? She looks worried."

She reached Xi Zihan’s bedroom.

Xia Zihan was still in bed, with a cucumber beside it.

Xia Zihan quickly explained, "Feifei, don’t get the wrong idea. I use it for beauty. In fact, the simplest two ways for female skincare are sleep and cucumber slices. The skin’s renewal is performed at night, and sound sleep often helps adjust the mind and body, giving the skin luster and elasticity. Cucumber slices are rich in vitamins and fruit and vegetable extracts. Placing thin slices of cucumber on the face can achieve skincare."

"Zi Han, Yang Gang --" Yang Fei opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say.

"Yang Gang? What about him?" Xia Zihan adjusted her emotions and asked curiously.

"He..He.." Yang Fei opened her mouth as if to say something, but then suddenly became quiet.

After a while, she collected herself and gave a faint smile, "It’s nothing, I just wanted to check on you."

Xia Zihan rolled her eyes, "Strange."

Yang Fei peered out of the window, murmuring to herself, "Yang Gang, who exactly are you? Also, what did you do to my brother? Why are you hiding in the Yang family’s house, and what are you planning?"

At this moment, Yang Gang and Zuo Lan just finished their workout and were preparing to return to Yang’s villa.

As they passed an intersection, Yang Gang showed a surprised expression, "When did a crossbow shop open here?"

Zuo Lan glanced at the crossbow shop and said, "Are you interested in archery, Young Master Yang?"

"Well, I actually prefer firearms. Throwing an RPG is super cool," Yang Gang said with a laugh.

"But practising archery could help you master the use of nature superpowers more effectively," Zuo Lan said.

"Really?"

Zuo Lan smiled, "Why would I lie to you, Young Master Yang? Archery might look simple, but it’s a highly skillful technique. It requires your eyesight, judgment, body balance, and strength. Those with good archery skills can usually manipulate natural superpowers well."

"Miss Zuo, may I ask you a question?" Yang Gang asked.

"Mm."

"You are a superpower user too, aren’t you?"

Zuo Lan nodded, hooked her finger, and formed a tiny whirlwind at her fingertip.

Wind Superpower.

"Many people think that wind superpower is mainly used for detective work, which is a huge mistake. In fact, the destructive power of wind superpower is no less than the other three natural superpowers," said Zuo Lan.

Yang Gang nodded: "Hurricanes are not to be taken lightly."

Zuo Lan grinned: "How about we take a look at the shop, Yang?"

"Sure."

The shop named ’Zhang Gong’ was small but well-stocked, they had everything from simple bows to enhanced bows, right up to compound bows. What astonished both novice and experienced archers was the fact that they also crafted sophisticated recurve bows and compound bows. These bows, made with modern materials, had an overpowering mechanical feel. Against these advanced bows, the simple bows were plain.

The owner of the shop was a middle-aged man. He wore a T-shirt with a ferocious tiger pattern, a pair of blue jeans that seemed unwashed for ages, and a pair of wooden slippers. He was explaining the structure of a compound bow to several young customers.

The young customers in the shop were all around twenty years old, dressed in expensive clothing. Without some capital, it would be wishful thinking to buy modern bows that cost thousands. But the shop owner was clearly not going to miss an opportunity to slaughter a few pigs. Noticing that they were asking naive questions as it was their first exposure to bows, he guided them to choose the ones that seemed ostentatious.

When Yang Gang entered the shop, his eyes were instantly drawn to a woman wearing dark sunglasses observing the bows in a corner of the shop.

Even though large sunglasses obscured half her face, her breathtaking beauty was still evident.

She had a great figure and was simply dressed, but she effortlessly exuded a cold, unmatched aura that made her difficult to approach, yet impossible to ignore.

She seemed to be engrossed in picking out a bow.

"That woman is very dangerous," Zuo Lan whispered.

"Uh.."

Yang Gang didn’t say anything. He trusted Zuo Lan; wind superpower users typically had keen senses.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the bows on the shelf.

There were two compact, single bows, one was made of bamboo and the other was made from oak.

These bows were especially dainty, which made them seem innocent. But they were even deadlier than larger bows because they were excellent tools for assassination.

Zuo Lan picked up one of the small bows: "Hmm...this is good, perfect for archery practice."

While Zuo Lan and Yang Gang were selecting bows, the earlier group of youngsters were trying to pull open a few bows.

Watching the boys sweat buckets as they strained to pull the bows.

A middle-aged man who had just entered the shop sneered: "Back in my days, I could easily pull open a 70lbs compound bow. Only because I’ve been lazy about venturing into the deep mountains these past few years did I let myself go. When you lot are at most a bit better than office workers. If you want to pull open a 70lbs bow, you’d better prepare to train hard for a year or two."

"I can easily pull open a recurve bow of over 100 lbs," said the bewitching woman with sunglasses nonchalantly.

"Recurve? 100 lbs?"

The middle-aged man roared with laughter as if he’d just heard the funniest joke, "Young lady, give you a 40lbs recurve bow, and you won’t be able to pull it open even if you use all your strength. 100 lbs? The only ones capable of pulling open a 100 lbs bow are ape-level powerhouses. There aren’t many like that around in Hangcheng. Unless you are a genetically modified human!"

"I’m not a genetically modified human," said the woman calmly.

"That’s impossible!" the middle-aged man declared resolutely.

The woman only smiled faintly without replying. She casually picked up a finely crafted large recurve bow, hooked the bowstring with her thumb, then placed her index and middle fingers over the thumb.

To those who watched, her actions looked like a beautifully curved phoenix eye. But her subsequent actions left everyone in the shop awestruck, particularly the middle-aged customer who was puffing on a cigarette dropped it to the ground, not even noticing its fall.

What unfolded before him was the most unbelievable sight he had ever seen in his life--this woman had effortlessly drawn a 100lbs recurve bow?!

Phoenix-eye style hooking of the bowstring, 100lbs recurve bow!

Laypeople enjoyed the spectacle while the selected few with knowledge appreciated the nuances of this feat. That slightly lustful and somewhat arrogant middle-aged man was thoroughly stunned by the woman’s unparalleled skill of hooking the phoenix eye bowstring. Normally people would use two fingers, while modern archers would use three fingers placed together on the bowstring, also known as the Mediterranean style. Whereas the woman used the Phoenix-eye style.

The usually silent shop owner also sighed. This woman, with her thumb being unprotected, managed to pull open a 100 lbs recurve bow. Was she really not a genetically modified human?

Yang Gang was also stunned. If that woman was just an ordinary person, that kind of strength was truly terrifying.

Just then, Zuo Lan whispered in his ear: "Yang, that woman is very dangerous, let’s buy the bows and get out of here."