Chapter 157: Being Watched

Yang Bo pretended to shop around, observing his surroundings. He noticed no one was following him? “It doesn’t feel wrong, so why can’t I spot anyone?” Arriving home, Yang Bo carefully reviewed everything he saw in the city. His memory now was as good as a recorder.

While Yang Bo was deep in thought at home, a middle-aged man in a villa frowned as he watched the footage he recorded.

The footage showed a young man stepping out from an anti-gravity car and entering a supermarket. The young man browsed casually with nothing out of the ordinary.

“According to the data, the target, Yang Bo, is just an ordinary resident. So why do I feel there’s something unusual about him?” the middle-aged man scrutinized the video with a deep frown.

After watching it several times, the middle-aged man exhaled slowly and walked to the window. From here, he could see the sea and the villa on a distant hillside—the very location of his target.

“Based on recent observations, the target seems to have over a hundred million credits. A regular resident shouldn’t have access to that kind of money.”

“So, this target might be one of the Green Demon Planet survivors? Then received a huge compensation and a confidentiality fee?”

“What exactly happened on Green Demon Planet? The organization lost a branch, and now 99% of their members in the Alliance have been captured. And we still have a missing senior supervisor?” This middle-aged man belonged to the deepest layers of the Grey Ash Organization, members that usually didn’t interact with others. They were only activated when extreme circumstances destroyed the organization. Coincidentally, a suspicious target was nearby.

These people were scattered all over the Alliance. As long as the organization wasn’t destroyed, they wouldn’t reveal themselves or act.

“What role did the An Zhijie Corporation play in this?”

“Why is there no updated information on the target from Pado Planet?” The middle-aged man had recently obtained Yang Bo’s data, analyzed where he worked and lived, then effortlessly waited for him at the supermarket entrance, recording a video before immediately leaving.

“Collecting intelligence in fragments might be more complicated and time-consuming, but it’s extremely safe.” The middle-aged man sat down again, reviewing the footage. He slowed it to scrutinize Yang Bo’s every move—how he browsed the shelves, held items, and how frequently he walked—committing everything to memory.

The middle-aged man knew he was the organization’s last resort. If he was exposed, the organization’s future would become even more difficult.

The middle-aged man decided to continue monitoring Yang Bo, memorizing every gesture—even how he grasped items or how quickly he blinked.

Members of the Grey Ash Organization’s deeper layers possessed unique abilities, different from ordinary people.

“I wonder if there’s something special about Yang Bo’s house. Although it was fenced off during construction, the containers they delivered were quite large, and it took twenty days with so many construction robots.” The middle-aged man reviewed the footage he’d taken during the house’s construction. At the time, he had no idea the footage would become relevant.

The deepest members of the Grey Ash Organization had their particular ways of doing things. They gathered information over decades, some of which might not be useful, but sometimes, it became critical.

The middle-aged man finally put down Yang Bo’s file. “I’ll observe for a few days, then find an opportunity to capture him. Whether he knows anything or not, dealing with someone on this frontier planet is easy—after all, there are plenty of toxic and deadly creatures here.”

Meanwhile, Yang Bo recalled carefully but found nothing suspicious. Everyone he remembered seemed perfectly normal.

“Forget it. I’ll check again later.” Yang Bo shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

He went to the basement and looked at the food eaten by his invisible mouse. Everything was fine.

Yang Bo took off his clothes, donned his energy suit, and stood in front of a strength-testing machine.

Without using any superpowers, he swung a savage punch, moving so fast it caused a sonic boom.

“701 tons!” Yang Bo looked at the displayed number, a little surprised. His raw strength alone had already reached A-grade.

Then, with a thought, his skin turned to metal. He delivered another brutal punch.

“6,982 tons!” Yang Bo nodded at the result. That was with superpower augmentation.

Yang Bo wanted to test anti-gravity next, but he feared breaking the machine, so he decided against it—it was a hassle to repair.

He thought about testing his speed but regretted the lack of space here. A single misstep and he’d overshoot.

“The officials say 500 tons is A-grade, likely the lowest standard. The highest levels seem impossible to measure.” Yang Bo understood as much.

He brought out his mech and practiced piloting. But unfortunately, the environment wasn’t spacious enough.

Of course, a small environment has its perks. He could gradually increase his speed here, training his reaction time—a single mistake, and he’d slam straight into the walls.

At the same time, he trained controlling his mech: single-handed weapons, dual-wielding weapons, and more.

“If I can wander in the basement for an hour at Mach 2, I might just become an ace mecha pilot.” Yang Bo lay in the bathtub, dreaming about it. Every action in such high-speed environments had to be perfectly chained together, or he’d crash.

After his bath, Yang Bo checked on his game and wondered if the mech game’s post-apocalyptic expansion was a real game or if the Alliance’s military had some other conflict.

“One month until the expansion update.” He saw the notification and sighed in relief, hoping it would allow remote control.

He didn’t play for long. The next morning, after breakfast, Yang Bo drove his car to work. Once in the city, his vehicle shifted to anti-gravity mode, lowering both height and speed… Fortunately, it was all automated.

Fat Boss was at the company alone again. Yang Bo muttered to himself that this company was too shabby—not even a receptionist.

“Yang Bo, in half an hour, officials from Alma City will come to evaluate you,” Fat Boss called out toward Yang Bo.

“Got it.” Yang Bo didn’t mind. If he failed the evaluation, he’d just take other assignments.

“Mr. Yang, good day. This is Mr. Owen, a psychology expert. Ms. Sophia, an environmental protection expert. And…” To Yang Bo’s surprise, six people came. Five were various specialists, consultants for government institutions, while only one was an actual officer.

“Mr. Yang, when working in the field, if you encounter an unidentified creature in your work area, what would you do?” The evaluation was conducted by the officer, with the others observing.

“I would cease all operations and maintain as much distance as possible, avoiding any disturbance. I would also report it immediately to the relevant departments,” Yang Bo answered directly.

“Mr. Yang, if you encountered an injured wild animal in the field, what would you do?” the officer asked again.