The car left City A, navigating a mountain road. After about fifteen minutes, the vehicle drove into the mountains, and they were immediately confronted by a villa that exuded luxury and immense scale. At its center stood a unique, three-story building topped with a massive, circular canopy. The building was encircled by a continuous, exquisitely designed railing. The car slowly glided into the villa grounds.

"Young Master, we have arrived!" Han Zhong stated calmly.

"En," Yang Yi responded, stepping out of the car.

"Holy crap, Boss, this massive villa is yours?" Xu Ming, though generally unfazed by grand architecture, was genuinely shocked that Yang Yi owned such a sprawling estate, especially one that seemed so incredibly secluded.

"Heh, nothing to be surprised about," Yang Yi mused. He knew perfectly well that while these assets were nominally his, they weren't truly his. The power backing him had come too easily. This thought sparked a dangerous notion: "Shouldn't it be time to cleanse the Black God Gang with some blood?" It was precisely this sudden impulse that led to many unforeseen events following his consolidation of power over City A.

"Young Master, shall I summon them to meet you… or?" Han Zhong inquired.

Yang Yi waved a hand dismissively. "Take us to them."

"Yes!" Han Zhong nodded, then led the group toward the underground warehouse. One had to marvel at the meticulous design—a vast, cavernous space lying beneath the enormous villa, large enough to accommodate several thousand people.

As they stepped through the entrance to the underground facility, they encountered a crowd: men in black casual attire, powerfully built, with sharp, piercing gazes—distinguishing features that set them apart from ordinary folk.

"Where are the Black God Guards!" Han Zhong bellowed.

"The Black God Guards are present, greetings to the Chief Steward." The men, who had been loosely dispersed—some standing here, others there, without formation—immediately converged into tight, orderly ranks at Han Zhong's call, displaying exceptional discipline.

Yang Yi surveyed the Black God Guards. Though his expression remained unchanged, he was certain that his first engagement with them would be quite interesting.

"Young Master, these are the Black God Guards of our Black God Gang, over two thousand members, all rigorously trained and veterans of numerous assassination missions," Han Zhong explained to Yang Yi.

"En!" Yang Yi acknowledged with a low hum, then stepped forward, narrowing his eyes to scrutinize the two thousand battle-hardened elites standing in perfect formation.

"Damn! Fourth Brother, look at these guys..." Xu Ming clearly felt the palpable danger emanating from the group—a deep-seated killing intent and a chilling coldness radiating from their eyes.

"Mmm, they surpass your family's troops in experience. I can sense it, I truly can..." Ye Xiaohou stared blankly at the two thousand Black God Guards. He felt their aura, the intensity in their gazes, the sense of fierce, almost feverish drive they projected. He knew that if these men were unleashed upon the underworld, they would surely create a cataclysmic wave.

"Do you know who I am?" Yang Yi’s voice cut through the silence, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

"We know!" a resounding chorus answered.

"Oh? Is that so? I believe this is the first time we’ve met today!" Yang Yi pressed on, his grin growing more demonic.

"Yes." Since Yang Yi’s entry, the Black God Guards’ focus had remained solely on him; they seemed to pay no heed to anyone else.

"Then tell me, who am I, and who are you?" Yang Yi suddenly asked, his tone turning strangely enigmatic.

"You are the Dragon Lord; we are the Black God Guards, the generals who charge into battle for the Dragon Lord." The reply was devoid of extraneous emotion, lacking any trace of fanatical zeal or excitement—nothing but serious, resolute, and calm affirmation.

"Good. As the Dragon Lord's Black God Guards, as the blood-forged elite of the Black God Gang, we have been dormant for twenty years. For two decades, we existed in the shadows, constantly consolidating our strength, continuously absorbing more elites. What was our purpose?" Yang Yi’s face suddenly turned serious; there was none of that usual, bombastic posturing, only sincere intensity as he addressed them.

"The world's underworld!" the Black God Guards answered without hesitation.

"Oh ho? The world's underworld? That is quite the ambition, haha, but I like it!" Yang Yi laughed heartily, pausing briefly before continuing, "Since we aim to dominate the global underworld, then tell me, do we need to expand our power now? Do we need to let this darkness of ours roam without restraint under the sun? Tell me, do you need to see the light again, to let those so-called underworld figures outside know that the Black God Gang has reappeared after twenty years of silence, to make them remember fear?"

Yang Yi’s voice rose with every word, the manic energy resonating through the vast underground warehouse. The two thousand Black God Guards responded with sharp, urgent shouts: "We can, we can, we can!"

Three affirmations—nothing more. There was no excessive cheering, only the overwhelming yearning born from their deepest desires, their ambition, the darkness within their souls crying out.

"Good, very good. Tomorrow night marks the first battle of the Black God Gang's resurgence. Are you prepared?"

"We are prepared, awaiting the Dragon Lord's command!"

"En!" Yang Yi acknowledged, then turned to Han Zhong. "Uncle Han, instruct the Black God Guards to relax tonight. They rest all day tomorrow, and are fully prepared for tomorrow night!"

"Yes! Young Master!" Han Zhong couldn't help but admire Yang Yi’s decision. For the Black God Guards meeting their leader for the first time, such a thoughtful command was far superior to the typical master who only knew how to bark orders.

Yang Yi and his companions quickly left the underground warehouse. Back in the main hall, Feng Shi immediately brought tea. Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou remained silent, their eyes fixed on Yang Yi. They simply could not reconcile the usually slight, even roguish Yang Yi with this stunningly imposing figure they had just witnessed. A silent thought formed: Following him is absolutely the right choice.

"Boss, it starts tomorrow night?" Ye Xiaohou asked, clearly excited.

"Yeah, Boss, what's your plan?" Xu Ming echoed, watching Yang Yi expectantly.

Yang Yi glanced at them, understanding their excitement, which he shared. The battle tomorrow night was inevitable. If his calculations were correct, and events unfolded according to his plan, then... to dominate City A in a single night wouldn't just be a dream; it would become the legend of the Black God Gang's first blood-soaked victory.

[The frenzy is about to begin. Are you ready to rage? Hahaha, any man worth his salt should rise up for his brothers, crush all those who disregard us under your steadfast might. Do not forget to save and recommend; stand tall!]