Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

Qin Buwen stood at the door, still wearing that faded Zhongshan suit.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard fluttering slightly in the morning breeze. His gaze swept from Ye Yang to Lin Yumin, then turned to look at Lin Yuanshan and Su Wanqing.

"Are you leaving?" he said slowly.

Ye Yang nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Master. All the medicinal herbs have been collected, and the matters with my martial uncle have been resolved. My eldest sister's Gu poison has been almost cured, so we won't bother you any longer."

At this moment, Lin Yuanshan took half a step forward and then bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for saving my daughter, sir. Yu Mian was able to escape with her life entirely thanks to your skillful treatment. The Lin family will remember this forever."

Su Wanqing stood beside her husband, her hands clasped in front of her, and bowed slightly.

Lin Yumin walked out from behind her parents.

Today she wore a simple dark blue long-sleeved shirt, her hair was tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, and there were a few very faint red spots on the skin of her neck.

Her complexion was much better than a few days ago, and the heaviness in her eyes had mostly dissipated: "Thank you, Divine Doctor. If there is anything you need in the future, Yu Mian will do her best to help."

Lin Yuanshan chimed in, speaking solemnly, "That's the same thought from the Lin family. Please feel free to ask for anything you need, sir. Whether it's medicinal herbs or equipment, the Lin family will do its utmost to provide it."

Qin Buwen stroked his beard, twirling his fingers several times on the tips of his white beard.

His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept from Lin Yuanshan's face to Lin Yumin's. Then, his tone suddenly turned serious as he asked, "Really?"

Lin Yumin nodded and replied, "Yes."

Qin Buwen clapped his hands, the sound crisp and loud, startling the Pekingese dog that was dozing at his feet, making its ears twitch.

"That makes things easier!" He took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and began to count his fingers one by one.

"Um—the 4090 graphics card and game controller I mentioned before, please send them over as soon as possible. They need to be top-of-the-line, and the controller needs to have vibration feedback. Don't try to fool me with those cheap junks that cost only a few dozen dollars."

"Last time, the old man next door who sells candy figurines, his grandson bought a game controller, and it started drifting after only three days of use. When playing games, the character would move to the left by itself, which made me so angry."

Lin Yumin nodded seriously: "Yes, I will choose for you personally."

"Secondly, there are snacks, and—um—there are others I can't think of right now, I'll tell you when I've thought of them. Anyway, the Lin family is so rich, they shouldn't be short of these things."

Lin Yuanshan's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly composed himself and said sincerely, "I will definitely do as you say."

Qin Buwen turned his gaze to Lin Yumin. He looked her up and down, then instructed, "You—don't use your powers these days, just rest well. Take your medicine on time, twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, after meals."

"Also, go out and enjoy the scenery whenever you can, and relax. Don't frown all day thinking about those things. I can tell from your long face that you're under too much pressure."

"You're not your father. It's only natural for him, as a general, to worry about the army. Why are you, a young girl, always wearing such a long face? If the sky falls, your father will hold it up. If your father can't hold it up, my apprentice Ye Yang will. If Ye Yang can't hold it up—that's another story. So why are you in such a hurry?"

Lin Yumin was taken aback for a moment. But she quickly recovered and then clasped her hands together earnestly, saying, "Yes, I will follow the doctor's orders."

Qin Buwen waved his hand, then yawned: "Alright, alright—you guys can go now. I'm sleepy. I got up before dawn this morning to prepare medicine for you, I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

He turned and walked into the courtyard, waving behind him without looking back as he went.

The wooden door slowly closed behind him, the hinges making a long creaking sound, and finally snapping shut with a click.

He could be heard talking to the Pekingese dog in the yard, muttering things like "We're having braised chicken tonight" and "Eat less, look how fat you are."

Lin Yuanshan stood at the door, looking at the closed wooden door, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around, looked at the children in front of him, and sighed softly. "Let's go home. Get some rest; you're all tired."

Lin Xingran immediately chimed in, tearing the apron stained with medicinal powder off her body and throwing it onto the back seat of the car, before launching into her accusations:

"That's right! I've been grinding medicine there every day for the past few days—morning, afternoon, and evening—that stone mortar is heavier than my head, and it's made my arms almost break."

"My older sister is doing well, spending all her time playing games with that mentor Ye Yang—saying 'this is also part of the treatment'—and losing eighteen games in one afternoon. That old man even said she's 'too young after all'—I feel like my older sister just came here for a vacation!"

Lin Yumin spoke calmly from the side: "I did lose eighteen games. But I won the nineteenth."

Lin Xingran turned and glared at her, unable to resist complaining, "You actually counted? But you only won one game. Ye Yang's master can't even beat a kid."

Su Wanqing smiled and shook her head, then reached out to tidy up Lin Xingran's messy hair, and took out a black bank card from her pocket and handed it to Lin Xingran.

"Alright, alright, you've worked hard too. These past few days, helping Master Ye Yang grind medicine has also helped with Big Sister's treatment. Here, here's your card to be thawed. But you're not allowed to skip class again next time. If the instructor reports you again, your card will be frozen again."

Lin Xingran's eyes lit up the moment the bank card appeared.

She took the card with both hands, examined it for several seconds, and then said in an extremely solemn tone, "Wow—that's great, Mom! I promise I'll never skip class again!"

She held the card and kissed it, treating it like a precious jewel.

Ye Yang stood beside the SUV, smiling as he watched Lin Xingran twirling the bank card around. He then turned to Lin Yuanshan, his tone becoming more serious. "Dad—how's the investigation into Shen Yunzhou going these past few days?"

Lin Yuanshan glanced at him, then at Su Wanqing who was fixing Lin Xingran's hair, and tilted his head slightly, saying, "Let's talk in the car."

The group got into their respective cars.

Lin Yuanshan was driving his own black sedan. Su Wanqing was in the passenger seat, while Lin Yumin and Lin Xingran were in the back.

Ye Yang sat next to his father, and Lin Ying sat behind him.

The car smoothly drove out of the winding alleys of Kowloon City, with the self-built houses and crooked utility poles on the roadside slowly receding outside the car window.

The carriage was quiet for a while before Lin Yuanshan spoke.

"The Shen family disappeared after Shen Yunzhou's death. We found that their assets began to be transferred on a large scale on the night Shen Yunzhou died, and the ownership of all accounts, real estate, and companies was changed to other people's names."

"This operation cannot be completed in the short term. Someone is tipping them off, and this person is of a high rank. We are currently urgently searching for the whereabouts of the core members of the Shen family, but there has been no substantial progress yet."

As Ye Yang listened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he unconsciously tapped his knee twice with his fingers.

"That Song Zhiming, after he was taken into custody, confessed some things. He had been in contact with Shen Yunzhou for a period of time."

"After Shen Yunzhou transmigrated, he found him and then used the silent beast samples cultivated by the system as a condition to pull him into an organization."

"Song Zhiming said that Shen Yunzhou was not a real leader in that organization, but more like a messenger or a middleman."

"But Shen Yunzhou is very ambitious. He is not satisfied with his current position, so behind the back of that organization, he gathered a group of people and created a new small group. Song Zhiming is one of the members of this small group."

Lin Yuanshan's brow twitched slightly: "An organization? What kind of organization?"

"Song Zhiming wasn't very clear about the specifics of that upper-level organization either. Shen Yunzhou never told him much, and each contact only involved issuing specific mission instructions. But he did say one thing—"

Ye Yang lowered his voice and continued, "Shen Yunzhou and he previously created a Silent Beast Cocoon together. According to Shen Yunzhou, if he dies, as long as the Silent Beast Cocoon still exists, he has a chance to be resurrected through the cocoon."

"But the cocoon could not be completed before Shen Yunzhou died. According to Song Zhiming, it was because several key materials were missing."

Lin Yuanshan glanced at the rearview mirror and asked seriously, "What materials?"

"Song Zhiming wasn't quite sure what it was either; he was only responsible for providing the Silent Beast cells and the experimental environment. But he mentioned that Shen Yunzhou had complained to him, saying, 'Those things are too difficult to obtain; we can't even get the tissue.'"

Ye Yang turned to look at Lin Yuanshan and said, "But I asked my master. He said there's an auction in a few days, a very high-profile one, with many valuable items."

"Medicinal herbs, Silent Beast Crystal Cores, and some rare materials that are simply unavailable on the market. Master suspects that if the cocoon left behind by Shen Yunzhou requires any other materials, there might be clues at the auction."

Lin Yuanshan remained silent for a moment. The car rounded a bend, leaving the messy self-built houses of Kowloon City behind, and ahead lay the gradually widening suburban highway.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling on his hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Alright, then I'll leave this matter to you. I'll also have someone investigate the auction—but we can't alert them. If Shen Yunzhou really does have an even larger organization behind him, they must be watching the same target right now."

Ye Yang nodded and replied, "Understood."

Lin Yuanshan remained silent for a while.

After driving through a traffic light intersection, he turned the steering wheel and the car smoothly drove onto the expressway leading to the Lin family's house.

"By the way—the Lin family is hosting a banquet the day after tomorrow."

Ye Yang turned to look at him, blinked, and asked, "A banquet?"

"Regarding your return to the Lin family. You've been busy dealing with various matters since you came back. First, you were delayed by Shen Yunzhou's matter, and then you came to see your master."

"No one in the family has officially met you, and outsiders don't know that the young master of the Lin family has returned. This banquet is partly to give you a formal family recognition ceremony, and partly to give you a backer at the auction later. It will be much easier for you to handle things under the Lin family's name."

"Just get ready, it's just a matter of greeting the elders and having a meal."

Ye Yang leaned back in his seat, looking at his father's hands gripping the steering wheel.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Received—Dad."