Imposter Young Master
Chapter 948 - 953: Intelligence Holding Back

Chapter 948: Chapter 953: Intelligence Holding Back

Subsequently, the slave trader took out the keys and unlocked the cage, saying, "Hey, come out, someone bought you."

The woman curled up, paying no heed.

Seeing this, the slave trader became enraged and casually picked up an electric prod, "Still playing deaf and dumb, I’ll electrocute you to death..."

Before he could finish, Yang Gang grabbed the slave trader and threw him over ten meters away. The slave trader vomited blood on the spot, nearly dying.

Yang Gang approached the cage and said, "Lucy."

The woman moved, her expression becoming clear as she looked towards Yang Gang.

After a few seconds of shock, like seeing a family member, she threw herself into Yang Gang’s arms and began to sob loudly.

Sob, sob.

Yang Gang gently stroked Lucy’s hair and smiled faintly, "It’s okay now."

Previously, Moli had mentioned that she and Lucy got separated by refugees while trying to escape and lost contact.

Yang Gang, too, had not expected to encounter Lucy here.

He felt somewhat fortunate that, had he not been idly strolling through the slave market, he wouldn’t have found Lucy. Otherwise, Lucy would have truly turned into a slave.

As for the top-quality crystal nucleus he had paid, Yang Gang did not mind the loss.

Firstly, the person he was saving was his friend.

Secondly, that Fire Phoenix Beast’s crystal core was almost like something picked up for free; even if lost, it wouldn’t be a regret, especially since it helped save Lucy.

Thinking this, Yang Gang glanced at the thrown slave trader, a cold smirk appearing in his eyes.

"He thinks he picked up a great bargain, little does he know that he’s already on Yama’s life and death list."

Bearing treasure invites calamity; that slave trader was undoubtedly already being watched by others, and not being torn apart would be the best outcome.

"Brother Gang, why are you here?" After a while, Lucy asked curiously.

"Uh, it’s a long story. I’m about to make a trip to Lu Fu Country..." Yang Gang slapped his forehead, "I’m going to Lu Fu Country, what about Lucy?"

At this moment, Yan Qingqing came over and suddenly said, "If you trust me, you can let this lady stay at my residence first."

Yang Gang gave Yan Qingqing a glance, pondered a moment with a glint of coldness in his eyes, "Miss Yan, why did you bid ten million to purchase Lucy?"

Yan Qingqing glanced around lightly and spoke in a low voice, "There are too many people here, how about we talk at my residence? Your friend also needs to bathe and change, right?"

"But my flight..."

"You’re going to Lu Fu Country, right? Coincidentally, I’m also planning to make a trip there soon. When the time comes, you can just take my spaceship," Yan Qingqing said.

Yang Gang looked at the tattered Lucy, pondered briefly, and nodded his head.

The three of them rode Yan Qingqing’s low-altitude aircraft and arrived at the suburbs of the harbor, where they could see a majestic villa from afar.

The aircraft landed on the pad, and Yang Gang and Yan Qingqing just disembarked.

Ten meters ahead, a super luxurious flying saucer-style maglev low-altitude aircraft slowly glided in. A second later, the upper half of the aircraft with a semi-transparent composite material canopy slowly opened, and a handsome young man with a bit of a ruffian air alighted from the aircraft. He glanced at Yang Gang behind and said with a faint smile, "A new plaything you caught? Doesn’t seem to be of much quality though."

Yang Gang’s gaze dropped briefly, a chilly flash crossed his eyes, but he quickly reined it in.

"Prince, please watch your words. This is the personal bodyguard I have just hired, not a slave!" Yan Qingqing’s eyes flashed with a dark luster, but her tone was half respectful, half dismissive.

"Prince?"

Yang Gang’s heart skipped a beat.

In the Pandora human community, only the royalty of the Four Great Empires could be called princes.

Yan Qingqing seemed to see the confusion in Yang Gang’s eyes and said, "He is the Third Prince of the Tianhe Empire, the sixteenth in line to the throne, Situ Haoyun. He is also my classmate at Sky Soul Academy."

"Sky Soul Academy?"

Yan Qingqing looked astonished, "You can’t possibly have not heard of Sky Soul Academy, right?"

Yang Gang blinked, "I grew up in the Kien Desert of the Longqi Empire and know very little about the outside world. Is that Sky Soul Academy very impressive?"

Yan Qingqing: ..

"According to the statistics of the Global Development Alliance, 75% of the current world leaders are alumni of Sky Soul Academy. What do you think?" Yan Qingqing said after a moment.

Yang Gang smacked his tongue, his eyes flickering, clearly pondering something.

Seeing Yang Gang deep in thought, a sneer crossed Situ Haoyun’s face. He nonchalantly walked past Yan Qingqing to Yang Gang’s side and then, without any warning, his right hand shot out like lightning and swooped towards Yang Gang’s left spine!

Yang Gang had no chance to turn around and dodge; feeling the hand, which bore the promise of a deadly hit, sweeping towards him, he predicted with precision that in zero point zero five seconds, the hand would hit his back, precisely on the sixth bone of his spine.

Although it was just a palm, it felt like it was filled with formidable force, the oncoming palm feeling like the Grim Reaper’s scythe meant to harvest souls, with the cold edge of a blade.

However, at that very instant, in the sudden crisis, Yang Gang became unnervingly calm. His eyes flashed with an ambiguous coldness, as if mocking, as if self-mocking.

He was like a beast that had lain dormant for a long time, finally scenting the aroma of its prey, a hint of a devilishly enchanting darkness flashing through his previously timid eyes. A corner of his mouth curved slightly upward, an eerie smile spreading across his face. At the same time, his body, once weak, now exuded a bloodthirsty aura that set hearts trembling.

In the instant that Situ Haoyun’s palm was thundering towards him with the sound of wind, Yang Gang’s body soared upwards like an apparition, narrowly dodging Situ Haoyun’s heavy blow.

After landing, Yang Gang stepped and bent his knees, his movement revealing the poise of Shaolin’s strength, his spine popping continuously, and the force channeling from his spine straight into his raised arm, which cut through the air towards Situ Haoyun’s chest like an axe splitting a mountain.

However, just as his strike was about to connect, Yang Gang suddenly pulled his fist back...

The unsettled Situ Haoyun felt a ferocious thought pass through his heart, "Hmph! A mere bodyguard like you wouldn’t dare attack a prince!"

Unexpectedly, before Situ Haoyun’s sneer could fade, a strange glint flashed in Yang Gang’s eyes and the fists he had retracted suddenly struck out like lightning.

Thud!

Situ Haoyun was sent several meters away, helplessly, with a few traces of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"In martial arts sparring, there is no distinction between nobility and commonality. Please be magnanimous, Your Highness," said Yang Gang with a grin.

Neither had used their superpowers—it was a pure martial arts contest.

It seemed that at that moment, Situ Haoyun finally came to his senses. A tide of bloodlust flashed in his eyes as he lunged frantically like a dragon provoked. With legs kicking and waist twisting, the central spine on Situ Haoyun’s back rose, crisscrossing like the backbone of a scorpion.

His strength flowed from his bones into his hands, his fingers tightly clenched as his knuckles sent ripples through the air.

He glared viciously at Yang Gang for a moment before ultimately releasing his grip, saying resentfully, "Qingqing, your slave does have some abilities. Name your price; I’m willing to pay a hundred times that price to buy him off you."

Yan Qingqing looked coldly at Situ Haoyun and said word by word, "He is not my slave, Your Highness. How many more times do I have to tell you before you understand?"

Yang Gang chuckled and said, "You can’t blame His Highness. As the Third Prince of the Tianhe Empire, but only sixteenth in the line of succession, it’s clear that intelligence has held him back. Making His Highness understand us is indeed a bit difficult."

"You!" Situ Haoyun was so furious that he nearly spat blood.

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