Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 781 - 499 Gui_1

On an international flight to Yang City.

Near a certain seat, as if under a spell of silence, the passengers in that area were all caught in a strange silence, aside from the noise of the cabin. From time to time, they cast wary glances towards a certain seat—

Noticeably bigger than the others, he wore a formal, silvery-gray suit, which did little to hide his well-built muscles, making him look very strong.

His hair, half a finger in length, was as stiff as steel needles and resembled that of a hedgehog, making him appear to be a tough guy.

There are many people who look intimidating, but this one, in particular, seemed to make others feel an inexplicable tension and unease.

The fellow passengers in the surrounding seats were on edge, restless, feeling as if seconds stretched into years, and they dared not make any noise. Even the children, usually unaware of worldly affairs, were unusually quiet.

The man wore sunglasses and remained motionless in his seat.

Or rather, he had barely moved since he sat down on the plane, except to eat, and then he was motionless again after his meal.

The atmosphere around him was extremely odd.

The nearby passengers counted the time, roaring inside: Why haven’t we reached the destination yet!

Finally, the long flight ended, and the passengers could not wait to get off the plane.

Arriving at the airport, they queued for the immigration check.

The big man in gray stood in line, and there was a noticeable gap in front of and behind him. Adding to that nearly two meters of height and a bulky figure, along with that unique aura, he stood out visibly in his location.

The airport security personnel glanced over from time to time.

When it was his turn, the officer at the checkpoint took his documents:

"Sir, please remove your glasses."

He cooperated by taking them off, allowing the camera to scan his face for a photo and verification.

The officer, looking at the person seeking to enter the country, felt a chill when his eyes met those seemingly devoid of any emotion, causing his entire body to shiver.

There are plenty of professional basketball players taller than this man.

While there are other big men, some have a more approachable aura due to their appearance and demeanor.

But this guy gave off a first impression of not being the friendly type!

Of course, appearances can be deceiving; some with kind countenances can be incredibly wicked.

Others might look tough, yet possess a righteous heart.

With this individual, it was not so simple to label him or make baseless speculations.

His identity was confirmed without any issues, the officer reviewed his forms and documents.

Nothing was amiss.

Scanning the documents revealed no criminal record; instead, his file contained numerous commendations—

The man was a member of an international wildlife protection organization, having participated in anti-poaching operations several times and credited with many achievements.

If judged by the standards of Database Six, this man would be considered premium talent!

Premium talents often come with their unique quirks.

Indeed, one should not judge a book by its cover!

The officer looked on with respect, completing the check and returning the documents.

"Welcome to Yang City!"

"Thank you."

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, carrying no warmth nor any recognizable human emotion. His brief speech, monotonous and without inflection, felt like a snake flicking its tongue across one’s skin.

Officer: "..."

Maintaining a professional smile was the utmost restraint already!

Still, it’s quite frightening!

After passing through a series of security checks, he hadn’t gone far when he was stopped by several airport special police officers with police dogs.

The duty "service dogs," as if facing a formidable opponent, stared at him with serious eyes, fully on guard.

He underwent another identity check.

Showing no signs of impatience, he seemed to be accustomed to this kind of "special treatment" and was very cooperative.

After a repetition of the identity check, he did not put on his sunglasses again.

He placed the sunglasses in his pocket, proceeded with baggage storage, and left the airport with ease.

He didn’t consider taking the subway nor did he plan to take the bus.

He wanted to observe this city by following the road, but his previous experiences on public transport had not been pleasant.

He remembered boarding a bus long ago; the moment he stepped on, the once-noisy bus fell into a bizarre silence. The passengers, even if they talked, did not dare to speak loudly, and those who knew each other communicated via chat apps on their phones instead. No one dared approach him; everyone was trembling with apprehension.

Therefore, today in Yang City, he chose not to take the bus but instead hailed a taxi.

The driver initially didn’t pay much attention. But when the passenger got in and he opened his mouth to strike up a conversation, he realized, hmm, this customer seemed, perhaps, a bit intimidating.

The driver, who was usually very chatty, was as quiet as a chicken. He guarded the passenger with caution, his finger always on the panic button.

The passenger had no intention of chatting either, maintaining a position looking out the window, motionless.

If it weren’t for the occasional movement of his eyes, one might mistake him for a statue.

The silence inside the car was terrifying.

As they neared the destination, the driver looked at the passenger in the rearview mirror.

He saw the passenger reach inside his coat pocket to pull something out.

Driver: "..."

His face turned pale, sweat immediately streaming down his forehead, his finger trembling as it nearly pressed the panic button.

Then he saw the passenger take out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

Driver: "..."

Cautiously, he let out a long sigh.

The driver swallowed nervously, his heart still racing.

It was damn terrifying!

Pulling out sunglasses, yet it looked like he was reaching for some kind of contraband, scared the shit out of me!

Meanwhile.

At home, Feng Yi looked towards the road outside the complex: "He’s here."

At the entrance of the complex, the man who got out of the taxi was stopped by the security guard for visitor identity verification.

After that, the property security contacted Feng Yi, learned he was indeed a visitor, and allowed him in.

He did not need guidance, and did not look at the signs in the complex, as if he had already confirmed his direction, his steps firm.

At this time, some residents were walking their dogs in the community.

Several playful dogs were barking joyfully.

However, when the large, grey-clothed man approached, the previously cheerful and active dogs tucked their tails and scurried behind their owners, peeking out with just half a face at the passing man.

His eyes moved behind his sunglasses, glancing over.

The half-exposed dog faces all retreated behind their owners.

The dog owners, their facial muscles somewhat stiff: "..."

What’s the use of having you? Huh? What use!

I’m damn scared too!

What the hell kind of person is this?

Even the dogs don’t dare bark where he’s passed by!

In Feng Yi’s courtyard.

Ding, acting as a gardener, was mock-pruning the plants with large shears, keeping watch over the main entrance of the front courtyard.

After the visitor’s arrival, Ding quickly went to open the door.

Although he had seen this soon-to-be colleague through the monitors, knowing he was a large man, it was only face-to-face that he could truly feel the pressure.

It wasn’t the size that was oppressive, but the aura.

It seemed he had a bit of the boss’s skill.

However, Ding, after all, was an old employee. He had felt the boss’s aura before and remained calm now.

After a slight pause, Ding didn’t show any abnormal reaction. With a mix of two parts warmth, three parts courtesy, and five parts curiosity, he said, "Please come in, the boss has been waiting for you."

He nodded slightly.

Not far ahead, a man in his twenties was standing leisurely by the flower bed.

Slanted sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his figure.

His facial features were a bit sharp, and his eyes seemed to contain a smile, yet there seemed to be very little warmth in them.

A mysterious and sharp aura.

The visitor continued with steady, rhythmic steps, not stopping.

He didn’t even glance at the young man, instead continuing along the stone-paved path.

Ren, who thought he had perfectly imitated his profession as a body double after many days of preparation: "..."

Ding, who was following behind and witnessed all this: "...Brother, did he see through you?"

Ren didn’t answer, his gaze following the visitor who continued forward, raising his voice to ask, "Wait! Where did I give myself away?"

A deep and powerful voice came through the wind:

"Weak."