Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 172 - 149: Peaceful Celebration Above, Turmoil Underneath (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 172: Chapter 149: Peaceful Celebration Above, Turmoil Underneath (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Zhou Ping’an is a tough opponent for several reasons. First, his identity as a public servant, which renders ordinary methods useless against him."

"Second, his formidable combat strength."

Ren Changxing expounded, "As such, whether we approach him openly or covertly, he remains difficult to deal with, much like a mouse trying to move a tortoise."

Chen Ziwen, of course, had a profound understanding of this.

His options were limited.

Other than employing the surreptitious forces of the Poisonous Snake Society, he dared not mobilize his overt armed forces.

What are you planning to do by encircling Police Security with such a crowd, armed to the teeth? Stage a rebellion?

If handled poorly, not only would the entire Police Security apparatus be mobilized, but even the Dongjiang Wild Battle might intervene.

Then, surrounded by the army...

Even if he sprouted wings, he might not be able to fly away.

If he proceeded thus, unless he left Dongjiang, he might very well experience the resentment of being "painfully abandoned" by his own father.

"It must be said, Zhou Ping’an has played a clever game, transforming from an ordinary Police Security officer into a rising star within the security system.

He even accidentally started a live stream, ensnaring public opinion, making it a premeditated calculation..."

For this reason, Ren Changxing had no choice but to use roundabout tactics, removing the defenses Zhou had set up one by one before he could act.

"Young Master, choosing [Number Three] to act was indeed a clever move...

By binding certain individuals with interests or enticing them with treasures, you formed a temporary alliance. You turned Zhou Ping’an’s supporters into deadly foes."

In this way, even if he were ten times stronger, he would still be like a tiger trapped in a cage, unable to break free."

"Mr. Ren, do you really think that the young real estate mogul can handle Zhou Ping’an?"

"No, I never believed that Tan Shaoyang could surpass Zhou Ping’an in combat strength."

Ren Changxing said coldly.

"Although Tan Shaoyang has learned various martial arts from different countries and repeatedly knocked down opponents in the unrestricted combat competitions of the Pan-Me Federation, ranked as a D-class high-grade combatant.

Seemingly, his combat strength might even surpass that of Zhou Ping’an, but at their core, they are two different types of person."

"Which two types?"

"He’s a rich heir, a competitive fighter, a star, merely a bullfighting dog in the arena.

Zhou Ping’an, as you’ve seen in several live streams, is decisive and ruthless in his actions, meticulous and thorough in his thinking...

He’s a man-eating ferocious beast trapped in a cage. It’s manageable when discipline reins him, but without it, he’d likely soar into the skies at the first opportunity, like a tiger sprouting wings.

If it weren’t for obtaining something he shouldn’t have... I would advise the Young Master to stay as far away from him as possible."

"Hah... that’s because Mr. Ren doesn’t know, although it seems Tan Shaoyang has only used the Gene Strengthening Solution to enhance his physique in public. In secret, he has actually undergone a genetic transformation, implanting the Silver Bear gene..."

"I am aware, and it’s precisely because I know that — he’s implanted with the blood gene of a Silver Bear that took a fully armed five-hundred-person field team to kill — that I agreed he should confront Zhou Ping’an. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even qualify to stand before his opponent,"

Ren Changxing stated coldly.

"The overt power doesn’t signify much. Tan Shaoyang’s strength might range from eight thousand Jin to ten thousand Jin, his power on paper could be rated as C-class, but he still wouldn’t have much of a chance of winning."

Chen Ziwen furrowed his brows repeatedly at this and was somewhat puzzled, "If even Tan Shaoyang can’t control Zhou Ping’an, how can you make him surrender without a fight?"

"That’s exactly where the brilliance of your decision to deploy ’Number Three’ comes into play," he said.

Although Ren Changxing looked down on the young master’s intelligence, he wisely refrained from mocking him and instead chose to praise him indirectly.

After all, the other party did truly trust him, and the resources were ample.

Most importantly, the position of this young master did indeed offer some hope.

Having ambition is not dreadful, nor is being not a wise ruler.

The best leaders are those who can be used as a ladder for one’s advancement, allowing oneself to achieve ultimate objectives.

On his own, even if he was ten times smarter and could anticipate ten moves ahead, without resources and recognition, he would ultimately be just a struggler toiling in the mud.

What use is learning so much?

In the current society, rigid as iron bars and steel gates, advancing a single step upwards requires exhausting one’s entire life’s efforts.

In the first half of his life, Ren Changxing had already proven this point.

Since he didn’t want to end up like the "Poaching Team," struggling painfully, desiring success but inadvertently squandering their lives, he had to find an alternative path—using his brain, taking the staircase to ascend...

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Yet Ren Changxing did not show anything on his face and gently smiled, "The ferocious beast gene implanted by ’Number Three’ has a unique feature, it affects people’s hearts without any warning...

With her intelligence, she doesn’t even need to do much to get most of the societal elites present to stand by her side.

Thus, even if Zhou Ping’an were eloquent, he couldn’t wash away the dirt on him."

"His only way to break the game is to use force, hoping for a fight to the death. Consequently, it broke his first layer of ’Golden Body’..."

"So, capturing Zhou Ping’an on the spot wasn’t the goal, forcing him into isolation, losing his Police Security amulet, was the real objective..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ziwen finally understood what his "Strategist" had designed.

"Exactly, if he doesn’t resist, he will be immediately taken down and thrown into prison, to be manipulated at will.

With his personality, he would definitely not let himself fall into a trap...

Once he’s manipulated, all his skills will be useless."

Ren Changxing’s lips slightly curled upward, "Therefore, he could only choose the second path, which is to kill the schemers and the assailants on the spot, and then make his escape...

This game might have been broken, but in such a scenario, where everyone is silently influenced by ’Number Three’, he couldn’t shake off the title of a fugitive."

"Even if the elites and high officials present immediately come to their senses and realize something is wrong, by then, it’s already too late. They would have no choice but to compound the error and pin the crimes on Zhou Ping’an..."

"Yes, that’s exactly what those people are capable of."

Once they realize there’s an uncontrollable force that could threaten their authority, the best solution is to destroy it or control it.

There’s absolutely no second option."

"Next, having lost his Police Security status and become a fugitive, Zhou Ping’an will immediately become the next Dong Qingshan.

Under siege from all sides, unless he can forever hide effectively, the moment he shows himself will be the moment of his doom."

"By then, we can take action... The ’Broken Mirror’ on him must end up in my hands no matter what."

Chen Ziwen burst into hearty laughter.

A wave of excitement surged within him, and he thought about going to the Art Academy to experience romantic relationships with three or four people.

"Exactly,"

Mr. Ren Changxing, squinting through glasses, smiled and said nothing more.

He simply picked up the long telescope as well and watched the sparkling lights of the third floor of the Triumphal Restaurant, quietly waiting for the plan to begin.

...

The piano music from Wei Fangzhi, a master pianist, was captivating, adding a refined charm to the evening dinner;

The singing of Little Queen, Su Wenjing, was even more enchanting, firing up the atmosphere even more...

Amid the dazzle of lights and wine, as the relaxing music played, the distinguished guests present, losing some of their inhibitions, moved around with the younger generation, either dancing or engaging in heartfelt talks...

Zhou Ping’an and Tang Tang couldn’t conveniently leave either and hid in a corner sipping some wine, munching on some food, and chatting idly.

The most important thing was that Tang Tang was introducing some unfamiliar faces to Zhou Ping’an to give him an idea of who was who.

After taking over as a key Police Security member in charge of district security from the Third Group, Zhou Ping’an needed to coordinate relationships with all parties involved.

Handling cases without knowing the identities or the positions of some people could inevitably lead to offending someone unnecessarily.

This could be detrimental to his future work.

Therefore, recognizing people and remembering their identities was an essential task.

Of course, inviting such dignitaries to the Police Security internal reward ceremony and banquet also had this purpose in mind.

People are inherently different.

Though equality is touted from the mouth, when it really comes to the crunch, some naturally receive more privileges.

This is an unspoken rule.

No need to proclaim it aloud...

"Inspector Tang, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?"

Tan Shaoyang, in this setting, obviously became the most dazzling presence.

Wealthy and young, with elegant manners and handsome features, his smile was radiantly warm...

Whatever he was thinking, after chatting with a few wealthy young ladies, he wandered left and right and then approached Tang Tang’s corner.

"I have long heard Brother Tianming praise Inspector Tang for being both smart and beautiful. Seeing you today, you exceed his words by tenfold.

Alas... If it were me, I would have chased you to Dongjiang without delay, not bothering myself with career. Isn’t this like picking up sesame seeds but losing the watermelon?"

Tan Shaoyang smiled greasily.

Although his words were meant as compliments, they made Tang Tang’s skin crawl.

Zhou Ping’an beside her, rather than feeling insulted, felt somewhat awkward.

Is this how a playboy flirts?

I’m even worse then.

However, considering the overwhelming wealth of his family,

he somewhat understood.

In the ears of some girls, probably even his fart smells sweet, then they cry and rush into his arms.

Fortunately, Tang Tang was not that kind of person.

Feeling awkward but polite, she let out a forced smile, "Mr. Tan, I already have a dance partner, please don’t block the way, it’s less crowded over there."

With these words, she stepped forward, took Zhou Ping’an’s arm, and flashed a charming smile that captivated all.

This turn of events embarrassed Tan Shaoyang.

He waved his hands and hastily said, "Miss Sun is calling me over there.

I won’t keep you company any longer.

Sure enough, Sun Lishu approached slowly under the colored lights,

her seventeen-year-old face radiating youthful energy, with a sweet and charming smile.

She passed by Tan Shaoyang, chuckled softly, and hugged Zhou Ping’an’s other arm, giggling, "Brother Ping’an, you saved me last time, and I’ve wanted to thank you.

But lately, my dad has been strict, and I couldn’t go out, always missing a chance to see you..."

Zhou Ping’an, with a good memory, had already recognized who this girl was.

The target of the Binjiang Road robbers.

Back then, she had been frightened to the point of wetting herself.

But Miss Sun seemed unaffected by any psychological shadows and remained as lively as ever.

Zhou Ping’an could even discern many emotions from her voice—gratitude, attachment, grievances, and nervousness—all blending strangely.

He could distinctly feel the soft arm hugging his left hand trembling slightly.

His heart skipped, thinking this was troublesome.

Couldn’t be.

Could it be that rescuing her from despair that day had inadvertently sparked some inappropriate feelings?

He had already been extremely cautious about this matter, even skipping the little girl’s birthday party.

Yet unexpectedly, he was still on her mind.

"Uh!"

Tan Shaoyang waved his hands left and right, opened his mouth then closed it, scratched the back of his head, almost digging the ground with his toes in embarrassment, and walked away with a sheepish smile.

Under the colored lights, however, no one noticed the cold gleam in his eyes.

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