True and False Young Master

Second Uncle Wang personally called the police, bringing the tragic case of the Wang family to the attention of the Anomaly Management Bureau.

Given the Wang family's influence in Forging City and the fact that the case involved supernatural means, the Anomaly Management Bureau acted with unprecedented speed.

They cordoned off the scene, conducted a forensic investigation, performed autopsies, and took away the suspect, Wang Ma, who had been subdued by Second Uncle Wang.

Inside the interrogation room, the lights were a deathly pale.

Wang Ma sat in a specialized restraint chair, her hands and feet securely shackled.

The hollow indifference she had shown at the Wang residence was gone, replaced by a strange sense of calm—there was even a hint of relief in her expression.

Old Chen, a veteran interrogator from the Anomaly Management Bureau, observed her through the one-way glass for several minutes before entering the room with a recorder.

“Name.”

“Wang Cuishan.”

“Occupation.”

“Servant for the Wang family.”

“Did you kill Wang Hao and his parents?”

“Yes.”

Old Chen paused. Such a straightforward confession felt wrong.

“Motive?”

Wang Ma looked up, her calm beginning to fracture as she broke into a deeply resentful, twisted smile.

“Because they all deserved to die! This is what they owed me!”

Old Chen was stunned for a second. It was a revenge killing?

“Actually, I have a very close relationship with the three members of the Wang family,” Wang Ma said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Old Chen and the recorder exchanged a look, their minds immediately racing with possibilities.

What kind of relationship could it be?

Could she have been a mistress?!

On the surface, she was a servant, but in reality, she was having a secret liaison with the master—maybe they even had a child together.

Old Chen said, “Tell me the details.”

Wang Ma gritted her teeth, her face a mask of grief.

“Many years ago, Mrs. Wang and I were pregnant at roughly the same time.”

“She lived in a grand villa with the best doctors and nutritionists.”

“My man was a degenerate gambler; we could barely afford to keep food on the table.”

“Using my position as a servant for the Wang family, I gave birth in the same private hospital as Mrs. Wang. I gave birth first, she gave birth second. Both were boys.”

“I watched the nurses carry them out. Of those two infants in swaddling clothes, one was destined for a life of luxury and a bright future. The other probably wouldn't even have milk powder to eat and would have to suffer poverty with me.”

“In a single moment of weakness, I secretly swapped the children. I gave my son to the Wang family.”

Her eyes were terrifyingly bright, staring at a point in the void as if she were savoring the memory.

“I thought I had succeeded. My son became the young master of the Wang family, Wang Hao.”

“I worked as a servant in the Wang residence, watching him grow up, watching him be pampered to the heavens, watching him attend the best schools.”

“I was happy in my heart. I felt I had secured a great future for him. As his mother, I felt I had done right by him.”

“I even looked down on Mrs. Wang a little. The child she raised so meticulously was actually my son.”

“As for her biological son, I took him home. A few years later, that gambler of a husband ran off. I raised the child alone. Life was hard, and I had a foul temper. That child was constantly beaten and scolded.”

As she reached this point, the corner of her mouth twitched. It was impossible to tell if she was crying or laughing.

“I thought this secret would stay buried forever. Until half a month ago!”

Her voice suddenly turned shrill, filled with deep-seated hatred.

“I accidentally overheard the Wang couple talking in the study. They knew all along!”

“They knew on the very day I swapped the children!”

“They didn't say a word; they just found an opportunity to swap them back!”

“Wang Hao was their biological son!”

“And the one I had—the one I thought was the Wang heir—was actually my own biological son. The son I took home, the son I used as a punching bag, the son I abused for over a decade... he was the one who truly should have been enjoying a life of luxury in the Wang family.”

Wang Ma began to struggle, tears and snot streaming down her face.

“Hahaha! They knew the whole time! They were watching me like I was a joke!”

“For over twenty years, they watched me serve their son like a dog! They watched me live in a self-righteous lie like a complete fool!”

“They ruined my son! They ruined me! I want them dead! All of them!”

Only Wang Ma’s heavy, rasping roars remained in the interrogation room.

She closed her eyes and gave herself a mental thumbs-up for her acting skills.

The suggestion Yue Shi had made was far too unreliable; at the critical moment, the Ghost had to improvise.

After being together for so long, the Ghost had already realized one fact: his boss, Yue Shi, sometimes didn't use his brain and would just act on a whim.

His intelligence wasn't always online, but his strength more than made up for it.

Old Chen and the recorder exchanged another look. This story was... hard to describe. A real-life true and false young master scenario. Unfortunately, rich people weren't idiots; they weren't that easy to trick.

Old Chen frowned. “What do you have to be resentful about? You were the one who had malicious intentions first, trying to swap the children.”

“You failed to pull off your scheme and ended up worse off. It’s just karma. You got what you deserved.”

Wang Ma laughed loudly. “Karma? What a joke! If that's the case, the Wang family has committed so many evils, why haven't they faced their retribution?!”

“I believe I at least possess class justice.”

“They are the exploiters, and I am the exploited. Any means I use to try and overthrow them is just!”

“That ancient emperor was suspected of having his bloodline swapped, and everyone online cheered for it back then! Why is it wrong when I do it!”

“I was using a roundabout way to defeat those capitalist vampires!”

“Enough!” Old Chen tapped the table, bringing the conversation back on track.

“Even if you think you have a point or a motive, Wang Cuishan, according to our preliminary investigation, the manner in which Wang Hao and his parents died was extremely supernatural.”

“You are just an ordinary human. How did you accomplish this?”

Upon hearing this question, the madness on Wang Ma’s face gradually settled, shifting into a bone-chilling, pious fervor.

Her eyes bulged, the whites bloodshot and her pupils unnaturally bright as she stared straight at Old Chen.

“It was Him. He heard the blood-weeping wish of this mortal ant. He heard the hatred and longing burning in my soul day and night!”

“He took pity on my boundless suffering and answered my prayers!”

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the frantic tone of an aria.

“Thus, He bestowed upon me supreme power, allowing me to cleanse this filth and carry out a righteous judgment!”

“Who is He?” Old Chen asked sharply, leaning forward slightly.

But Wang Ma seemed immersed in her own world, completely ignoring the question as she simply repeated in a feverish tone:

“It doesn't matter. You have never seen His greatness, so naturally, you don't understand. As His scion, I can be magnanimous and forgive your ignorance.”

“Answer me! Who is He? What is He?!” Old Chen slammed his hand on the desk.

Wang Ma finally focused her gaze on his face, her mouth splitting into a massive grin. Word by word, she said clearly and slowly:

“██ Extreme Evil ████, █████.”

The moment the words left her mouth, the smile on her face froze, and the feverish light in her eyes rapidly dimmed.

Immediately after, her body convulsed, and a large amount of foul-smelling blood sprayed from her mouth.

Then, her head slumped to the side as she lost all signs of life, a strange smile still hanging on her face.

“Quick, medical team!” Old Chen shouted.

But it was already too late.

Subsequent tests showed that Wang Ma hadn't just died; her time of death was more than four hours ago, and her body was already showing signs of decomposition.

It was some unknown supernatural power that had allowed this corpse to speak with Old Chen.

Upon learning this truth, cold sweat poured down Old Chen’s forehead.

The interrogation was forced to a halt.

Wang Ma’s corpse and her final crazed words were entered into the archives.

“Extreme Evil?”

In Wang Ma’s final sentence, those were the only two words that could be clearly heard.

It didn't sound like anything good.

Wang Hao’s entire family was dead, and at this specific time too. The Bureau immediately connected it to another case.

They instantly pulled Yu Duanhong’s surveillance records, focusing on the time period when the Wang family was murdered.

The records showed that Yu Duanhong was livestreaming at the time.

He looked a bit distracted, but he remained in front of the camera the entire time, interacting with viewers and occasionally checking his phone.

His physiological monitoring data showed no abnormal fluctuations, and the ghost inside him was perfectly behaved. Whether in terms of time, space, or behavior, there was no direct connection to the Wang family massacre.

Still, it was a bit too coincidental.

...

On the other side, Second Uncle Wang, having finished reporting the crime, cooperated with the preliminary investigation and gave a simple statement at the Anomaly Management Bureau.

He acted the part of a grief-stricken elder who had lost his nephew and was forced to pull himself together to handle the family crisis. He quickly recounted how he discovered the massacre and subdued Wang Ma, with the details matching his initial report.

However, his grief felt a bit fake, making him seem somewhat like he was gloating.

“The funeral arrangements for Wang Hao and his parents, as well as the group’s affairs, are all on my shoulders now.”

“I don't want to cause any more trouble for you all. I’ll head back to handle things first. If you need any further cooperation, feel free to contact me at any time.”

Second Uncle Wang rubbed his brow, his expression solemn.

His acting was mediocre, but given his status, the Bureau couldn't just detain him without evidence.

Leaving the Bureau, Second Uncle Wang got into a private car sent by the Wang family.

Inside the car, the hypocritical expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unabashed sense of dark amusement.

The driver acted as if he hadn't seen a thing. In a wealthy family like this, why would a mere driver meddle in their business?

The Wang family was vast and powerful, especially one of the core industries their family group controlled: mechanical bionic prosthetics. This involved performing mechanical modifications on normal human bodies.

For example, mechanical limbs were stronger than original human flesh and blood and could even be equipped with thermal weapons.

There were also mechanical eyeballs with various detection functions.

Even mechanical dongs—minimum size 18+—could be connected to the nerves for a more refined and extreme experience.

In recent years, some mechanical limbs could even carry supernatural power.

On this Deep Red Continent where technology and mystery coexisted, bionic prosthetics that could perfectly integrate with the human body and carry low-rank supernatural modules were a massive source of wealth.

The real Second Uncle Wang was obsessed with martial arts and had little interest in business; he also truly loved his nephew, Wang Hao, serving more as the family’s muscle.

The version played by Yue Shi didn't care for those boring emotional scenes.

It was just as well that the three members of the Wang family were dead.

Now, Second Uncle Wang could naturally take over the family’s authority and use the Wang family's resources and channels to do much more interesting things.

...

The Wang Group quickly underwent a transfer of power.

Before the funeral hall for Wang Hao and his parents had even been dismantled, Second Uncle Wang had already become the one in charge.

Naturally, some people were dissatisfied, but it didn't matter. Yue Shi had plenty of strength and methods.

He didn't have a business mind, but he could use violence.

Violence is the foundation of all power.

He first eliminated the loyal and honest, then pushed out the brave and upright, and finally cleared out the wise and sincere.

Once those with ideals had exited the group, only the pseudo-gentlemen and the true villains remained.

Pseudo-gentlemen and true villains were easier to control for a pure bad seed; they would easily succumb for profit and have their backbones bent by violence.

The group’s veterans took the initiative to resign one after another, going home to enjoy their retirement.

As for the hard cases who stubbornly refused to leave, he could only make them physically shut up.

Of course, given that the Wang family had just died, it wouldn't be good for the Wang Group to have any more mysterious death cases. So Yue Shi had to wrong them for a bit; they couldn't be buried yet and had to be kept "alive."

The voices of opposition vanished rapidly.

Those who remained were the "smart people," or at least those who knew how to read the situation.

They silently accepted this change in style from Mr. Wang. He was no longer the man obsessed with martial arts.

Everyone assumed that his previous brotherly devotion and love for his nephew had all been an act, and now he was showing his true colors.

After all, for someone born into such a wealthy family, being insidious and cunning fit the public's stereotype much better. Caring about family ties seemed more like a fake persona.

Some members within the Wang family even had a decent impression of him.

“A kind heart cannot lead an army, and a righteous heart cannot manage wealth. Given the Wang family’s current situation, we need someone who can use a heavy hand to stabilize things. It’s better than letting those wolves outside tear us apart.”

Yue Shi heard these discussions and just smiled. He didn't care if those fools liked him or not; after all, he was terrifyingly powerful.

...

The top-floor office of the Wang Group.

Yue Shi sat at the desk, while the black cat possessed by the Ghost crouched nearby to report.

“Of the mechanical bionic prosthetics production lines controlled by the Wangs, three meet military-grade standards and seven are high-end civilian grade. The core lab holds patents for two types of biological nerve technology and has a long-term supply agreement with the Armed Technology Department under the Anomaly Management Bureau.”

“If you want to cause trouble, you could use the bionic prosthetics to subtly spread contamination.”

Yue Shi was sketching in a blank sketchbook. He asked, “Are there any strategies or inventions that are beneficial now but harmful for ten thousand years? Something that looks beneficial to the collective on the surface but will actually cause eternal ruin?”

The Ghost paused. “You’re going to be a monster again. Let me think carefully.”

A plan that would cause ruin for ten thousand years while being packaged as a sugar-coated shell... something that delayed the malice's effect was hard to come up with on the spot.

His gaze subconsciously drifted to Yue Shi’s sketchbook, and he accidentally saw the contents on the paper.

“Holy crap, how vulgar!”

“You actually draw smut?!”

“What smut? This is a proper romance manga,” Yue Shi said, a smile curling on his lips.

It was just drawn using sinful connection lines.

When he went to the Anomaly Management Bureau earlier, he had met many people.

All of them deserved to be in a series.

Yeah, a romance series, not a Human Emperor Banner.

The range was small and the intensity was low. It didn't involve direct harm or control; it just created some harmless romantic dramas. Surely it wouldn't attract any attention.