Imposter Young Master
Chapter 803 - 807: Truly Regrettable

Chapter 803: Chapter 807: Truly Regrettable

Yes, it’s true, Yang Gang was pondering whether or not to read the memories from the nature roll.

The reason for his hesitation was that the "memory reading" superpower was not only a supportive Special Ability but also an offensive one. A slight misstep could lead to the target suffering a cerebral palsy or even death.

Yang Gang had only recently acquired the "memory reading" ability and had yet to use it on a person. If he didn’t handle it properly and turned someone into an idiot, that wouldn’t be good.

Though he wasn’t fond of the nature roll, the person hadn’t done anything excessive. If an accident happened during the memory read, he would be suspected of indiscriminate killing.

After a long hesitation, Yang Gang ultimately gave up on the idea.

Three hours later, the flight arrived at the international airport of the Capital Gold City of the Xilan Republic.

Jincheng was a leading metropolis among the many islands of the South Sea, with a population size reaching five million, two million more than the entire nation of Xueji. Surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one, Jincheng was most famous for its port trade and gold mining.

Once he disembarked from the plane, Yang Gang looked towards the nearby mountains and was greatly disappointed.

The legendary Capital Gold City of the Xilan Republic was supposed to be a beautiful seaside mountain city, but all he saw was barren mountain ranges.

"These mountains used to be very high, but due to gold mining, their heights have been reduced by a third. Now the highest spot in Jincheng is no longer a mountain peak, but the Mandalay Hotel in the city center," said Yang Fei as she came over.

"Uh.."

At this moment, that curly-haired individual approached Yang Fei, smiling and saying, "My name is Bai Xi, until we meet again."

"Oh, safe travels," replied Yang Fei.

Bai Xi waved a hand and left.

"Bai Xi, typical pretty-boy name," Yang Gang muttered under his breath.

Yang Fei gave Yang Gang a glance: "I’m saying, Gang, when you said you’d find me a boyfriend, were you serious or not?"

"Of course. It’s just that I haven’t found a suitable candidate yet. The future husband of my sister, Yang Fei, must be more outstanding than me. It’s just a pity..." Yang Gang shook his head with a look of regret, "It’s a pity that this world hasn’t yet seen a man more outstanding than me. Truly a shame."

Yang Fei: ..

Before Yang Fei could retort, the airport suddenly erupted into chaos. A large group of heavily armed soldiers rushed in, shouting, "Disperse, everyone disperse!"

The people at the airport, taken aback, started running around in panic, creating a scene of total disorder.

"What’s happening?" Yang Gang furrowed his brows.

He approached one of the soldiers and asked, "What’s the matter? Are there terrorists? Or is it a Monster attack?"

"Neither, the princess of the Xue family is returning. We need to clear the area for the helicopter to land," the soldier replied.

"The princess of the Xue family?" Yang Gang turned to look at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei spread her hands, indicating she didn’t know what was going on either.

Just then, the roar of a helicopter filled the sky.

Shortly after, an Apache Armed Helicopter, flanked by four F-16 fighter jets, slowly descended at the international airport of the Xilan Republic.

"Feifei, your Xue family sure knows how to make an entrance," Yang Gang said nonchalantly.

"It’s got nothing to do with me," Yang Fei muttered.

At that moment, the helicopter door opened, and Xue Chen stepped out.

He had returned to Xilan on a ferry the night before.

"Feifei, did you have a tiring flight?" Xue Chen walked over with a smile.

"It was okay," Yang Fei glanced around and said indifferently, "Is this typical behavior for the Xue family?"

"Feifei, what’s wrong with you in the end?"

Yang Fei shook her head and said lightly, "Nothing."

"Then let’s head back to the clan first, Grandma is waiting for you at home," Xue Chen said.

"Grandma?"

"Yes, our dear Grandma," Xue Chen said.

Yang Fei bit her lip gently and did not speak.

At this moment, Xue Chen turned to the guard beside him and said, "Please take Mr. Yang Gang to the Mandalay Hotel, I’ve already booked the luxurious presidential suite."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei hurriedly said, "Brother, isn’t Yang Gang coming with us?"

Xue Chen smiled, "Feifei, tonight is our family banquet, it’s not convenient for outsiders to attend, right? And if you want to know about our parents, we must avoid Yang Gang even more."

"Why?"

Xue Chen remained silent for a while, then said faintly, "Because, our parents’ deaths might be related to Yang Gang’s biological mother, Bai Ninglu."

Yang Fei’s delicate body trembled slightly, she opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but she couldn’t speak.

"Oh, Feifei, don’t worry. I don’t know the specifics very clearly either, Grandma said she will tell us the ins and outs of the matter when you return," Xue Chen paused, then continued, "Even if our parents’ deaths really have something to do with Bai Ninglu, that is after all a grudge from the previous generation, I won’t let you seek revenge on the Yang family."

"But..."

At this time, the silent Yang Gang spoke up, he smiled faintly, "Feifei, go ahead. I’ve heard that Mandalay Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Xilan, I have always admired it, and today I have a chance, I must stay for the night."

"But..."

"Well then, goodbye, call me if you need anything."

After Yang Gang finished speaking, he waved his hand and left.

Having left the airport, Yang Gang proceeded to the Mandalay Hotel under the guidance of the guards.

The room Xue Chen booked for himself was on the 110th floor at the top, with a full panoramic skylight, where one could gaze at the stars while lying in bed. This was the highest point in Jincheng, standing here one could overlook the entire city of Jincheng and even see the distant sea and mountains.

Yet, Yang Gang’s mood was inexplicably agitated.

A while later, Xilan had already fallen into night.

Yang Gang felt uncomfortable staying in his room, so he left the hotel to take a walk nearby.

Jincheng was indeed a bustling metropolis, with its glitzy nightlife and prosperous times.

But in Yang Gang’s view, this kind of prosperity was restless, or rather, it was ostentatious, making people feel oppressed.

Of course, this might be related to his own agitated mood.

After wandering for a while, Yang Gang decided to find a place to sit.

In the end, he set his destination on a bar.

Bars, like the ancient inns and restaurants, were crowded and noisy, with information readily available.

Yang Gang did not choose one of those high-end places, but instead, under the guidance of a taxi driver, arrived at one of Jincheng’s poor districts.

This place was called a street, but it was more accurately described as a poor district. It was very quiet around here, but it was not so much quiet as desolate.

While the outskirts of the poor district were very silent, almost deserted, the deep interior presented a completely different scene—just 50 meters ahead of Yang Gang, a street was flashy and vibrant, evoking a sense of peace and prosperity.

Walking through an alley filled with pink and lustful hues, Yang Gang appeared casual on the outside, but his heart was heavy. This was, in fact, a slum unique to the city. It was filled with decay, violence, human desires, depravity, ruin, and death.

In the dimly lit street corners, eyes full of longing and despair stared relentlessly at him—faces pale as paper—watching him. The frenzied look in those eyes seemed to yearn for your alms, yet were also desperate to devour you.

Yang Gang sighed silently in his heart and distributed all the cash from his pocket to those pitiful beggars.

Not long after, Yang Gang reached the street referred to as brightly-colored prosperity. He hadn’t even had a chance to take a good look around when he was surrounded by a group of hostesses seeking his company.