"Set for what?" Yang Yi responded with an equally light smile, maintaining his relaxed demeanor as he inquired.

"Stop playing dumb, you rascal. You’ve stabilized the situation in City A with such incredible speed. Tell me, what is your real objective?" Principal Li shot Yang Yi a look of disdain as he leaned against a tree.

Hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but offer a wry smile, fully aware of what the principal meant. "What? You think I’ve gotten a little too carried away with myself?"

"Hmm?" Principal Li slowly turned his head to look at Yang Yi. In truth, he was quite startled that Yang Yi had seen right through his thoughts. "Say what you mean to say!"

"Hahahaha!" Yang Yi burst into unrestrained laughter. Perhaps in all of City A, he was the first person to laugh so boldly in front of the iron-fisted leader of the Bingjian Society. "This is truly strange. You came to find me, and you were the one who brought up the question first, so why are you now asking what I have to say?"

"This—!" Principal Li’s old face flushed upon hearing Yang Yi’s retort. For the first time, a hint of awkwardness crossed his features. Seeing Yang Yi’s amused expression, he couldn't help but force a cough. "Ahem, well, it’s like this. In just one night, you've managed to bring both major underworld factions in City A under control. When do you plan on integrating my Bingjian Society?"

"Your Bingjian Society?" Yang Yi’s expression stiffened momentarily, then he chuckled. "Old man, I don't think I ever told you. Well, I suppose I can tell you now."

"What is it?" Principal Li wasn't bothered by Yang Yi’s disrespectful address; he was merely puzzled.

"The Bingjian Society will not be merged into my Black God Gang for the time being. Instead, I intend to become the supreme leader of the Bingjian Society," Yang Yi stated with a mysterious smile, his eyes fixed on Principal Li, seemingly eager to see his reaction.

Sure enough...

"What? You want to be the boss of the Bingjian Society?" Principal Li hesitated, then exclaimed in astonishment.

The implication was clear: he wouldn't become the boss by having the Bingjian Society join the Black God Gang; he intended to rule it independently.

"That’s right, old fellow. Don't measure me by the methods of your generation. You have your dames; I have my beauties. That’s all there is to it," Yang Yi said, speaking indirectly rather than being explicit.

Principal Li only grasped a small part of Yang Yi's meaning; the rest remained opaque and utterly perplexing. He sighed inwardly, Old Yang, you cursed old fool, what kind of monster have you fostered? Even I can’t figure him out now. Despite his internal turmoil, his face remained astonished. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Since you already have your plan, tell me what you need me to do."

"Ha! As expected of an old player, your words are different," Yang Yi remarked, hooking his legs over the armrest, rising, and facing Principal Li. "I need you to do me one favor: grant me a position with a modicum of authority so I can take a look around your Bingjian Society."

"You're not planning to take over directly?" Principal Li grew more surprised. Why was this rascal speaking so cryptically? What was he plotting?

"You don't need to worry about that. I don't need to manipulate your status to become the leader of the Bingjian Society. Just make the arrangements for me," Yang Yi said, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at the placid surface of the lake.

Principal Li gave him a curious look, then turned and walked away, leaving only one parting remark: "Come to my office tomorrow at noon, and I will have arrangements made. But I have one more thing to tell you: the world is vast, and talent is abundant."

"Mhm!" Yang Yi smiled calmly. He perfectly understood the meaning behind Principal Li’s words. "Yes, the world is vast, and talent is plentiful. The enemy is not a fool, and I am certainly not one either. If the enemies number in the tens of millions, one me is enough capital to crush them all!" As he spoke, Yang Yi felt the vital energy within him begin to circulate automatically. A sharp focus flashed across his face, followed by a loud burst of laughter. "Hahahaha!"

"Monster, a true monster!" Principal Li muttered to himself as he walked toward his office. A moment later, a strange thought struck him. "What level is he at now? Has he reached the Three Flowers Gathered at the Summit? A Low-Tier Grandmaster?"

Indeed, in the ultimate esoteric path of martial arts, the Three Flowers Gathered at the Summit symbolized the Low-Tier Grandmaster. Upon reaching this sublimation of martial learning, one stepped onto the first true gateway of the Martial Way, signifying the potential to advance toward the level of a Great Grandmaster—a legendary tier that, to this day, almost no one in Huaxia had achieved.

However, Yang Yi had not yet reached the Three Flowers Gathered at the Summit. Instead, he had achieved a minor breakthrough in his inner cultivation. Relying on mental focus, the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) had slowly elevated his level, increasing his vital energy and internal power. The first stage of the Eighth Layer of the Yi Jin Jing, which Yang Yi had relentlessly pursued for several months, was finally broken through. This fact caused a complete reversal in his current mood—it was excellent.

Yang Yi spent the entire afternoon by that large tree because he remembered his appointment to offer an apology. After waiting a while, he seemed to recall something and pulled out the Nokia phone—a model Feng Shi had provided him, one he particularly liked. He called Fatty Lin and told them not to wait for him to eat dinner, as he had plans for the day, then abruptly hung up. His true intention in doing this was to ensure that when he was with the beauty, this group of hoodlums wouldn't dare to bother him.

A faint, cunning smile spread across his face. "Heh heh, I wonder how she’ll dress up when she arrives?"

Just as the man was chuckling sinisterly, a graceful figure walked toward him.

"Have you been waiting long?" The newcomer was undoubtedly Xia Shiyun. She wore a pure white dress that perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, appearing particularly firm. Her face held only light makeup, giving her an air of pure tranquility, retaining that distinct, poetic aura.

Hearing the voice, Yang Yi stood up. Upon seeing Xia Shiyun, he froze momentarily, sighing inwardly, This girl, she's too beautiful. A true enchantress, an enchantress. He cried out internally, his eyes fixed on Xia Shiyun, unblinking.

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