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Chapter 723 - 723 723 Playing Word Games with Me Here

723: Chapter 723: Playing Word Games with Me Here 723: Chapter 723: Playing Word Games with Me Here One by one, the Masters made excuses to return for the New Year’s celebration, fleeing faster than each other.

And with the Masters gone, many problems began to arise in various places.

But what did that have to do with them, anyway?

Even if chaos ensued, it was overseas – that was entertainment enough for the domestic onlookers.

Zhao Guang hadn’t anticipated that many of these people had originally been sent abroad through his own company – arranged by his elder sister, no less.

So now, they were all back.

His sister was the first to arrive at a special place with her entourage, and upon seeing Zhao Guang, she patted his shoulder.

“You’ve worked hard, but your efforts will be rewarded,” she said.

Zhao Guang rolled his eyes.

Those were hardly the words of his big sister.

“It’s fine, it’s all for the people, right?”

His sullen tone elicited a burst of cheerful laughter from Zhao Yan.

Only a real sister could laugh at that – had it been anyone else, would they find it amusing?

However, Zhao Guang didn’t go straight in to meet the Masters due to the higher-ups’ demands.

To protect Zhao Guang, they told the Masters that a special massage therapist had been invited.

Hence, Zhao Guang first donned a special outfit, wrapping himself up tightly.

He even had to sprinkle on a special perfume to mask his own scent and, believe it or not, even his height had to be altered with special shoes.

They were being exceedingly careful indeed.

If his identity could still be confirmed after all this, Zhao Guang could only concede he was impressed.

During the massages, although his hands had to be exposed, they were not actually bare.

After asking if he could wear gloves, they prepared him a pair that closely resembled human skin.

Once worn, they perfectly conformed to his palms, but altered everything else.

Identifying him by fingerprints or the like was out of the question.

Such attention to detail was indeed unexpected.

But Zhao Guang wasn’t bothered and got to work massaging the person lying on the bed.

Since these people had nothing to do with him, he didn’t need to be as delicate during the massage.

Consequently, the sounds coming out of the person were not of comfort, but of pain.

The stimulation to the meridians hurt like hell – an observation that furrowed the brows of onlookers.

This seemed at odds with what Ye Zhi had said.

Were emotions involved?

Someone sighed.

How could such a capable person not serve his country wholeheartedly?

Zhao Guang didn’t care about that.

Once he finished with one person, he waved his hand for the next to be brought in.

He couldn’t make a sound during the process – that was another order from above.

For this purpose, he was fitted with a special mask that made it hard to speak.

It was uncomfortable to wear, but Zhao Guang had no choice at the moment; after all, he didn’t want to give himself away too soon.

His peaceful life would vanish once his strength was revealed.

Meanwhile, the special personnel outside had begun their testing.

“Impressive indeed – if combined with some power-release techniques, the potency could be magnificent,” they mused.

Such skills in martial arts were often deemed deceptive.

Yet, with True Qi, it became a different story altogether.

They realized those techniques could indeed be utilized, albeit slightly differently from the legends.

With some adjustments, they seemed mostly applicable, but that would depend on the individual’s insight and talent.

After the tests, they finally confirmed that this Master had truly acquired master-level abilities.

With True Qi enhancing every aspect of performance, the abilities had surpassed ordinary human limits.

They might even break several world records if taken to the Olympics.

On his side, Zhao Guang had completed his job in the shortest time possible.

Due to the rough process, each person took him no more than ten minutes.

Stepping out, Zhao Guang told the people outside, “They need more replenishment; they’ve suffered significant depletion.”

Having said his piece, he left.

He had many other matters to attend to and couldn’t waste time here.

Those left behind saluted Zhao Guang; despite his poor attitude, his capabilities were plain to see.

For the next few days, Zhao Guang came for short periods to massage and adjust these individuals.

However, each visit took place at a different location, a tactic to protect his identity.

While others were chauffeured by car, he was shuttled by helicopter – a class apart.

Over these days, Zhao Guang had grown surprisingly accustomed to helicopters.

But then, Zhao Guang became irritated.

The higher-ups had sent him two hundred people.

And that was not counting those Masters; another two hundred had been sent.

“Are you playing word games with me, calling it ‘two hundred’?” he exclaimed.

Ye Zhi tried to appease him quickly, “Don’t be angry.

The top brass is also under pressure; it’s a tough situation.”

This kind of tactic was frequently used by the authorities, but it should depend on whom it was applied to.

No doubt, it sounded rather unseemly if not for coming from above.

Two hundred, excluding the Masters, because those Masters were sent as partners.

But these two hundred belonged officially – they were as previously agreed.

“What if I refuse to do it anymore?”

Ye Zhi said with resignation, “It doesn’t really matter.

This is just a form of probe by the higher-ups.

But, to get more people using your service, they’ll likely offer you irresistible conditions.”

Zhao Guang knew that if it came to that, his reputation might suffer.

He himself might not mind, but his family did, especially his parents, who held the higher-ups in high esteem.

For his parents’ sake, Zhao Guang sighed.

He’d have to take this loss for now but resolved to make certain individuals pay later.

With that thought, his eyes darted about, not yet sure how to handle the situation.

He’d think about it later.

“Fine, but not again.

If this happens in the future, don’t blame me,” he warned.

He was no longer a common man to be bullied.

Not to mention his own strength, the power he controlled was far from simple.

The higher-up’s ranks were complicated; some were close to him, and some disliked him.

Of course, there were also many who acted high and mighty, like that lofty figure from before.

It was normal for some to hold onto the notion that they were superior.

It seemed that this demand had been made by such people.

Thinking they were clever?

Zhao Guang vowed to make them pay, one day.