The instant Yang Yi finished speaking, perhaps due to his young age, Xia Yu sprang forward with a burst of speed: "Bastard, this kick is for my dad, this kick is for my mom, and this kick is for my big sister. If you dare hit them, I'll make sure your lower half is castrated."

"Ah—!" Ling Bin clutched his ** between his legs, hopping around like a kangaroo. Just as he prepared to retaliate, a "Swish!" sounded, and several daggers were pressed against his neck.

"Xiao Yu!"

"Xiao Yu." Xia Shiyun and her family snapped out of their shock, their eyes wide with tension as they called out. After shouting, they quickly rushed over to pull their younger brother away.

Yang Yi looked at the indignant little boy with genuine curiosity. He walked up to him, bent down, and offered a slight smile, asking, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Xia Yu," the boy declared, puffing out his chest and patting it proudly.

"Heh heh, Xia Yu, eh? How old are you?" Yang Yi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him. Xia Yu (Summer Rain)—the rain had stopped outside.

"I'm twelve, almost thirteen," Xia Yu replied with a grin.

"Mmm, I've noted you. Are you willing to be brothers with this big brother?" Yang Yi asked with a calm smile.

"Yes! Big Brother will be my good brother, Xia Yu's good brother! Through mountains of blades and into pots of boiling oil, I won't hesitate!" Xia Yu said with intense seriousness.

His phrasing immediately stunned everyone. Wasn't it supposed to be "mountains of blades and into pots of hot oil"? A moment later, everyone realized it and bit back smiles, especially Xia Shiyun, who was half-laughing and half-crying. Even at a time like this, could these two really share such an unspoken understanding to joke around?

"Good, mountains of blades and into pots of boiling oil it is!" Yang Yi laughed, then asked, "What exactly did that bastard do to you all just now?"

"He hit my dad, my mom, and my big sister," Xia Yu replied, puffing out his cheeks and pouting, glaring angrily at Ling Bin, who was sweating profusely to the side.

"Oh?" Yang Yi narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. Feng Shi shuddered instantly, knowing this was the threshold of Yang Yi's rage. "Brother Xia, rest assured, I'll take care of him. You should go home with your family first, alright?"

"Okay, Boss!" Xia Yu responded and walked toward his parents.

"Uh!" Yang Yi was momentarily stunned, thinking, This kid is certainly destined for greatness. So loyal and quite smart at such a young age. Just now we were brothers, and in the blink of an eye, he's become the 'Boss.' Sigh, young people these days... (Author: Sigh, damn, you aren't a young man yourself, are you an old monster? Yang Yi: You stay out of this and hurry up and write down my deeds, or I'll beat the life out of you. Author: I sweat, why is my fate so bitter...)

In fact, many years later, Yang Yi never imagined that the young Xia Yu would become his disciple and successfully manage the Black God Gang for him, making a real name for himself.

"Yang Yi..." Xia Shiyun started, hesitating, glancing at Yang Yi before calling out.

Yang Yi naturally knew what she was thinking and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, you all go back first. I'll handle things here."

"But... him...!"

"Mmm, you don't need to worry about that. I won't do anything illegal. However, since he acted this way toward your family, I'll teach him a little lesson, and then I'll hand him over to the police station." Yang Yi spoke insincerely. In reality, who would believe Yang Yi would let Ling Bin off so easily? Not to mention letting him go—ever since he learned that Xia Shiyun's family had been kidnapped, killing intent had begun to rise within him. Upon arriving here and hearing Xia Yu’s words, that murderous intent had escalated to an unimaginable height. Did they really think Yang Yi would spare him? What a ridiculous international joke!

Hearing Yang Yi say that, Xia Shiyun didn't overthink things. She simply said quietly, "After you're done, come by our place!"

"Uh!" Yang Yi was momentarily taken aback.

Seeing Yang Yi's stunned expression, Xia Shiyun pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "Remember, okay!"

"Yes, young man, come over tonight. I'll make sure this young lady remembers the way for you," Xia Shiyun's mother said warmly.

"Right, right, young man, come by tonight for a drink at our place," Xia Tian added.

"Boss, you must come!" Xia Yu chimed in.

"Oh, okay!" By the time Yang Yi fully registered what they said, Xia Shiyun and her family had already left with Feng Shi. Seeing them all gone, he lightly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the familiar smile instantly appeared on his lips. "Beat him severely."

The moment Yang Yi finished speaking, the entire warehouse erupted in screams of agony, "Ah—!"

"This..." Although Xia Shiyun was furious at Ling Bin's behavior, her kind heart made her pause upon hearing such a wail, and she looked quizzically at Feng Shi.

"Heh heh, Miss Xia, please don't worry. Young Master knows his limits," Feng Shi replied with a smile. "Please, you should get into the car quickly; I'll drive you back."

"That's right, dear, let's head back first," Xia Tian said. As a man, he naturally understood what Yang Yi meant by 'teaching him a lesson.' Recalling the two kicks Ling Bin had landed on him, he felt that these screams were not such a big deal after all.

"Mmm!" Xia Shiyun agreed and got into the car. At the same time, a question arose in her mind: What kind of person is Yang Yi, really? Everything he shows me is cloaked in mystery, and that car looks incredibly expensive.

It must be said, the AGE3A model black sedan had only about a hundred units sold nationwide, a sleek black car valued at seven million RMB. How could it not be expensive? Seven million RMB—that was an astronomical figure. However, Yang Yi was completely unaware of its worth; he only knew his grandfather had given it to him. He hadn't had time to learn how to drive it yet, so he had to rely on Feng Shi to pilot it, as her driving skills were top-tier among the Ten Military Commanders, comparable to world-class racing experts.

"Ah—ah!" Ling Bin was now howling continuously, his mouth smeared with blood and flowing saliva. The feet of the Black God Guards were no ordinary feet; they specialized in what they called the 'Hong Kong Foot' (Athlete's foot), and every kick gave Ling Bin the sensation of soaring into the sky—it was far from ordinary pleasure.

Yang Yi stood aside, watching with a cold smirk. When he felt they had done enough, he raised a hand, signaling the Black God Guards to stop, then said, "Young Master Ling, how does it feel?"

"Wuuu, please let me go, wuuu, let me go!" Ling Bin’s face was covered in bruises now, and a mixture of drool and blood constantly dripped from his lips.

"How dare you touch my woman? I think you’re tired of living. My Master will torture you to death," Yang Yi snarled, delivering a sharp flying kick himself. The roles had now reversed: earlier, Ling Bin had abused Xia Shiyun's family; now, Yang Yi was abusing him. Truly, if you court disaster, you cannot escape it; if you bring it upon yourself, you cannot live!