Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 659 Prologue: The Source of Evil
Tick, tick, tick...

The pendulum of the wall clock swung back and forth, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

In the pure white room, a man who looked like a university professor, with a refined and scholarly air, stared intently at the book in his hands.

But if you turn back the clock half an hour, you'll find that he maintained this posture almost the entire time, and the page numbers of the book never changed.

In other words, his mind wasn't on the book at all.

The man stared silently at the book for another half hour.

Sizzle~~ Sizzle~~
The man looked toward one of the surveillance cameras in the direction of the sound.

After a brief buzzing sound, a synthesized mechanical voice came from the camera: "Put on your goggles and keep a two-meter distance from the door."

The person behind the monitor didn't repeat themselves a second time; they turned off their microphone after speaking, or perhaps it was a timed notification sound.

But in any case, it's good to be able to leave this pure white room where I've spent a full twenty-one days.

The man went to the window of what looked like a garbage chute in an old-fashioned residential building, pressed a button to open a metal box, and took out a black eye mask.

Just like picking up food normally, the machine was completely silent, and he had no idea when his food was delivered.

The entire room was like a highly intelligent machine, so cold it was maddening.

The man obediently put on the blindfold and stood in front of the door, waiting for further instructions.

He mentally counted down to three hundred, and with a soft "plop," the metal door, which seemed to have never been opened before, opened, followed by the sound of footsteps.

'Both of them, are they wearing leather boots?'

The man was led forward by his shoulders, and after turning a corner, he realized he had arrived in the hallway outside the room.

But apart from their footsteps, there was no sound in the corridor, just as deathly silent and lifeless as the room.

The two men forced the man into the elevator, and as the elevator descended, the man finally spoke his first words.

"If you could, could you tell me who wants to see me?"

No one speaks.

The two men holding the man down acted like robots, offering no response whatsoever.

The elevator doors opened, and the man, no longer wanting to make a fool of himself, obediently followed the two men forward.

"Get on," the escort ordered.

The man tentatively lifted his foot to step onto one step, then the second, and the third.

There weren't many steps, and the man reached the top in just a few steps to wait for further instructions.

Buzzing...

The sounds of mechanical assembly and extension could be heard from all around, and with a crisp click, the faint breathing behind me completely disappeared.

"Alright, take off your blindfold and sit down."

The man was startled.

The eyes are the main organ for receiving information in the human body. When the visual organs are covered, other bodily senses will be enhanced to some extent.

But before the owner of the voice spoke, he had no idea that anyone was in front of him.

The man slowly raised his hand and removed the blindfold. The process was not slow, but it was definitely not fast either, as if to indicate that he had no intention of resisting.

When he opened his eyes, the scene before him added a few new doubts to his mind.

The man had imagined various scenarios of meeting the person who would save him from imprisonment.

There are those held at hotel dinners, in study rooms and tea rooms, and in villa courtyards.

After all, he knew very well what his talents were in the eyes of outsiders. Someone had snatched him away from the court, simply because they needed a front man to make money.

But the fully enclosed room before him, resembling a train carriage, with its pitch-black double-layered bulletproof glass and fully automated metal doors, made the man reconsider the origins of the other party and what they wanted from him.

To be honest, he can't even tell whether he's in a converted RV or just a themed room.

The man turned his gaze toward the source of the sound, where a young man who was a little too young was sitting.

The other person looked to be in his early twenties at most; people would believe him even if he said he was a high school student.

'He's the one who got me out of trouble? No, he's probably a negotiator sent by the family behind me?'

The man walked to the other side of the U-shaped booth without changing his expression and sat down facing the young man.

He looked at the cup in front of him, and without waiting for the young man to call out, he picked it up and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

"Aren't you afraid I'll poison it?"

Yue Yangyan didn't care about the man's overstepping his bounds. Instead, she picked up an unmarked glass bottle and refilled his bottle.

“If you wanted to poison me and control me, you had countless opportunities during the twenty-one days I was locked in the room. There was no need to do such a thing when we met.”

The man put down his cup and subconsciously licked his lips: "What kind of drink is this?"

He began to disrupt Yue Yangyan's pace as was his habit, seemingly trying to seize control of the conversation and demonstrate his "value" in a just-right way.

"I mixed it myself, it doesn't need a name, you can call it whatever you want."

Yue Yangyan leaned forward, crossed his arms and placed them on his knees, a half-smile on his face: "Before we get down to business, perhaps we should introduce ourselves?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "I'm not the one who needs to introduce myself. You should have already seen my information."

"Information is information, but introducing yourself to someone you've just met is the most basic social etiquette."

Yue Yangyan narrowed his eyes and stared at the man, waiting for his reply.

It's obvious that although Yue Yangyan looks very young, he is not the kind of person who can be led by the nose.

The man took a deep breath, suppressing his aggressive demeanor: "Alright, my name is Lin Tianze. Nice to meet you."

After Lin Tianze finished speaking, he slowly extended his right hand.

However, Yue Yangyan still kept his hands crossed and showed no intention of changing his posture.

Lin Tianze picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of the special drink.

"Hmm, very good. However, knowing my identity won't do you any good, so let's skip that. You can call me Dr. Y or Mr. Y."

Is 'Y' the beginning of a surname or an abbreviation of a word? Does 'PhD' refer to a simple academic degree or a position within an organization?

Lin Tianze secretly noted this information down in his mind, preparing to investigate it thoroughly when he had the opportunity in the future.

"Let's get straight to the point. What do you want me to do by helping me avoid imprisonment?" Lin Tianze asked.

Yue Yangyan shook his head: "No, no, no, before you do that, why don't you tell me what you want to do?"

"Me? I just want to make money."

Lin Tianze smiled slightly: "Most industries in society are now monopolized by various families. Even if a new business opportunity is presented, without a powerful backer, it will be devoured."

The best outcome is to be a front man, find an opportunity to climb the ladder and become one of them, because only in this way can you keep the big money instead of eating scraps left over from others.

“Not a bad explanation, but you still haven’t said what you want.” Yue Yangyan did not agree with this answer.

Lin Tianze was silent for two seconds: "Didn't I say that making money is what I want to do? Everything else is just a necessary means to make money."

Yue Yangyan remained noncommittal: "Hmm, take a look at this information. This is the new identity prepared for you."

"A new identity?"

Lin Tianze picked up the file folder on the table, pinched the top part with his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out.

"The president of Shengyuan Group... I don't think I've ever heard of this company in Nevada City."

"That's right, you haven't heard of it. This company was only recently established and isn't even registered in Nevada. All you need to do is use this new identity to realize your ideals and ambitions."

"Go to another city?"

"No, it's in Nevada."

Yue Yangyan pointed to the ground.

"You know I got into big trouble before, right? I secretly touched some industries that I shouldn't have, and my former master was going to send me to jail in order to distance himself from me."

Lin Tianze stuffed the new identity information back into the file bag and looked at Yue Yangyan across from him again.

“I know too many company secrets, and I also help them with some shady things. Do you think they will let me off the hook?”
According to their original plan, I should have died of hypoglycemia in prison not long now. If you want me to work for you, they can't get around that."

Yue Yangyan crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa: "Yeah, I know. So now nobody in Nevada City recognizes you, so you can use this identity to start over without worry."

Lin Tianze's polite smile gradually faded: "I remember that the Yu family has a councilor behind them."

"Didn't I just say that no one will recognize you? There's no Yu family in Nevada now, and there are no members of the Asian Union Council with the surname Yu."

This includes the ice vendors you used to work with, your business partners, the casinos and nightclubs you frequented… everyone you had some connection with will never appear before you again.

Yue Yangyan uttered words that sounded terrifying to others with a smile.

Lin Tianze remained silent for a long time.

He picked up the glass, and the special drink inside rippled with waves.

Lin Tianze thought nothing would surprise him, but after hearing these words, he couldn't help but be shocked by Yue Yangyan's methods.

After a while, he came to his senses and looked directly at Yue Yangyan: "I know quite a few people."

"Hehe, you know what? That's what I admire most about you. No matter what happens, you can quickly adjust your mindset and observe how things will develop."

"Making such a commotion, it can't be for me, right?" Lin Tianze asked again.

"It's not for your sake, but it does have something to do with you. You must feel constrained to cooperate with these people, since they only dare to do small things behind the scenes, which have almost no impact on society as a whole."

Yue Yangyan crossed his legs and shook the bottle with one hand.

The colorless, transparent beverage sloshed inside the bottle like blood as it was shaken.

Lin Tianze's mind was deep in thought, while his eyes unconsciously followed the liquid in the bottle as it moved back and forth.

"Stop thinking about it. Didn't you want to know why I contacted you? Why don't you take a look at the information I gave you first?"

Following Yue Yangyan's suggestion, Lin Tianze picked up the file folder that he had only glanced at the beginning of before stuffing it back in.

Lin Tianze quickly scanned his personal information, and upon seeing the title on the third-to-last page, he was unable to look away.

The document contains a psychological analysis report about myself.

Lin Tianze looked up at Yue Yangyan, who was calmly pouring drinks without giving any instructions.

Lin Tianze took a deep breath and began to read the psychological analysis report about himself.

Snapped!
Lin Tianze stuffed the document back into the file folder and threw it on the table.

He couldn't take it anymore after just skimming through one page.

Lin Tianze felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the waiting hall of a train station.

It's a terrible feeling to have all your secrets exposed, especially for someone like him.

"Do you know why I came to you?" Yue Yangyan asked with great interest.

Since the other party already knows everything, there's no need to hide it anymore.

"Because I'm a madman with antisocial personality disorder?" Lin Tianze grinned.

“That’s right. I hope you can make good use of your abilities and turn this city into the way you want it to be, so as to take revenge on humanity and this filthy society.”

"As for me."

Just think of me as a philanthropist who likes to help people fulfill their dreams.

(End of this chapter)