Chapter 1235: Chapter 1240: You Are Too Weak
Yang Yi wanted to curse, but ultimately, he held back.
At Yarebin’s funeral, if he dared to curse, even if others didn’t want his life, Anton would surely kill him.
So Yang Yi forcibly swallowed the curse back down.
Gong Yang was Yarebin’s student, his successor. Hence, Yarebin tossed the dangers and responsibilities to Yang Yi. Well, isn’t that quite reasonable?
Though Yang Yi truly wanted to curse.
“People have varying levels of closeness in relationships. Gong Yang is my only successor, so of course I wouldn’t want him involved in unnecessary danger. This much, I believe you, Yang Yi, can understand, can’t you?”
Understand? Of course he understood. Yang Yi had no choice but to understand.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the resentnt in his heart, Yang Yi continued reading the letter Yarebin had left him.
“I need to explain sothing to you, otherwise you’ll beco wary. As a spy, once you develop suspicion, it becos almost impossible to truly trust others again. So, it’s necessary for to clarify a few things.
First, there are certain matters I don’t want to tell Gong Yang because he’s a rcenary. Second, I’m willing to share secrets with you—secrets that may not be evidence but are known to only an extrely rare few in this world. Why? Because Gong Yang is not a spy, but you are.
I know what you want, I know what you’re aiming for. Though these secrets co with danger, you’ll undoubtedly learn them. Even if you realize I’m exploiting you, you’ll still gladly accept them, won’t you?”
A manipulative devil, Yarebin was truly detestable. Even after his death, the words he spoke—or rather, wrote—still infuriated Yang Yi to the point where his teeth clenched, yet he was powerless to refuse.
“I have confidence in you. I know you’ll accept this legacy specially left for you, even though right now you’re cursing in your heart as a bastard. But I don’t care; honestly, calling a bastard is already quite polite.
If you choose to walk away now, or decide not to continue reading, you can hand this letter over to Tartar. If you choose to end this here, you still have the opportunity to turn back. But if you flip the page, be prepared to face the destiny and arrangents I’ve left for you. Even if you regret it, it’ll be too late.”
After the final character, Yarebin drew a smiley face alongside a period.
What could Yang Yi say?
The words Yang Yi most wanted to say were, “This bastard, this old bastard, even after death can’t let people be at peace.”
Yet Yarebin was truly exceptional. Although Yang Yi hadn’t interacted much with him, he couldn’t deny, from the depths of his heart: Yarebin, you are genuinely incredible.
Must a conspiracy always be overly complex?
Must a straightforward plan always be overly complex?
No, regardless of whether it’s a conspiracy or an explicit strategy, as long as it captures human nature, executing it becos remarkably simple.
Yarebin was undoubtedly the master of masters. His words appeared ordinary. His preparations seed ordinary. Yet, he achieved the exact results he desired.
“Thunder heard in utter silence.” A plan so plain that it verged on insignificance, but only after Yarebin’s death did the answers begin to reveal themselves, leaving Yang Yi feeling that Yarebin indeed deserved the title of the Black Devil’s King.
Clearly understanding what he intended, yet being unable to refuse, unable to resist—this is the true point of despair, isn’t it?
Yang Yi glanced at Tartar, then at Grevatov, and lightly coughed before asking, “Have you two read this letter?”
Grevatov and Tartar shook their heads simultaneously.
Yang Yi exhaled, then flipped to the next page of the letter.
“You’ve flipped the page. You’ve read it. So, your future is now sealed. Saying it’ll be bumpy and convoluted is putting it too kindly. The truth is, you’re dood.
Just kidding. Don’t be so tense. If I thought you were truly dood, I wouldn’t have written this letter to you.
Now for the main point. First off, you’re weak—yet also strong. This isn’t contradictory. Your current abilities are weak, but your potential is decent. Most importantly, you have a strong mind and have already built a fairly capable team.
Your weakness doesn’t need explanation, because frankly, you are weak. Yet sotis, weakness can be an advantage. I am too famous, too powerful. Bearing the Black Devil na prevents from accomplishing many things. I despise that title—because it signifies that I cannot do the things I want.
For instance, the primary topic I’m about to discuss: the Grey-cloaked People and the Cleaners.
However, before diving into the matter at hand, I need to re-emphasize one point: Gong Yang is a rcenary. I chose him as my successor to lead the Black Devil forward not because he was suitable, but precisely because he was unsuitable. Do you understand what I an?”
Yang Yi seriously pondered, and he felt he did understand Yarebin’s aning.
Gong Yang was a rcenary, unfit to lead the Black Devil. Therefore, under Gong Yang’s leadership, the Black Devil wouldn’t et its demise nor reach its true potential. This, ironically, ensured the Black Devil’s continued survival.
If the Black Devil were handed over to Yang Yi, it was a given that Yang Yi could unleash the Black Devil’s full potential. But casualties would be inevitable—possibly leading to total annihilation.
“You need to understand one thing: the Black Devil made ; I didn’t make the Black Devil. The Black Devil sacrificed everything for the country. I owe them. Now that the Soviet Union is gone, their mission has ended. Hence, I want them to live a lighter life—free from the fate of being tools. You can understand this sentint, too, right?”
Yang Yi could indeed understand.
“So don’t expect any assistance from the Black Devil. Let go of that illusion. Anton is an exception, but he’ll be the only exception.”
Fine, Yang Yi let that illusion die. Honestly, just monts ago, he still had lingering hopes that the Black Devil would follow his orders in the future. But now? Forget it. Kill that hope entirely.
“Now I’ll get to the critical point: the Grey-cloaked People and the Cleaners. I’m not very familiar with them, but I’ve been investigating these two organizations for quite so ti.
The Black Devil’s creation and existence served to monitor and eliminate internal enemies of the Soviet Union. In the lengthy process of internal surveillance and purging, I discovered that so high-ranking officials harbored dangerously radical ideas: historical nihilism and mysticism. I grew perplexed. Then I uncovered sothing even more incredible, prompting to pursue dedicated investigations. By now, you should know what I’m talking about. Yes, my confusion wasn’t about so Soviet officials being influenced or corrupted by enemies. It stemd from realizing the corruption ca from a realm I had never fully grasped.”
It was ti to flip the page again. Yang Yi took a deep breath. Excitent began to course through him as he turned the page, discovering that Yarebin’s revelations matched exactly what he had anticipated.
“The Grey-cloaked People! From the mont I first heard their na, I knew things were tricky. An unknown organization is by default one of extre secrecy and danger. I’ve been investigating the Grey-cloaked People for over forty years. Trust , I am undoubtedly the person in this world who knows them best. Now, you should understand the true value of this letter, shouldn’t you?”
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