As Fatty Lin finished speaking, he pressed his hands together and flexed them, producing a series of crisp, grating sounds from his joints. The look of disdain on his face seemed to sober the drunkard somewhat, who spat out angrily, "Hmph, don't you all just rely on having more people to bully us.

Damn it, you just wait for me." With that, the drunkard immediately started walking toward the exit. Xu Ming immediately turned to the girls and said, "I'm so sorry for frightening you all." "It’s nothing, really, but that man seemed to be looking for someone.

Should we..." Leng Yue didn't seem overly concerned; after all, she had seen plenty of situations like this. The other girls also appeared unbothered, though they were primarily concerned with what Leng Yue had pointed out.

Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Yi and said, "I think we should leave!" "Yeah, there's no need to get tangled up with those sorts of people," Xia Shiyun seemed to agree, feeling it unnecessary to prolong any conflict with them. Yang Yi glanced at them and immediately understood their thoughts.

If that man returned with reinforcements, it wouldn't be good if they got scared. However, tonight's gathering was nearly over anyway; there was no need to cause trouble on their first outing together.

Therefore, he turned to Fatty Lin and said, "Fatty, go ask Han Zhong to come over." "Got it!" Fatty Lin responded before walking out. "It's over, it's over...

That bastard completely ruined the party early! Damn it!" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming shared the exact same thought simultaneously.

"Alright, let's call it a night then. We've done enough anyway; there will be plenty of chances next time," Li Qian stated calmly.

"Right, right!" Liu Qingqing echoed her words. It had to be said that the sharp and intuitive Li Qian could clearly see what Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou were thinking, and she cleverly provided them with a graceful exit.

"Okay, let’s hang out again another time. I’ll have someone escort you all home shortly," Yang Yi said.

However, just as Yang Yi finished speaking, Han Zhong and Fatty Lin walked back in. "Young Master!" "Uncle Han, arrange for some men to send all my classmates home.

Make sure they are safe," Yang Yi ordered with an undeniable firmness in his tone. He knew all too well that beautiful women attracted unwanted attention everywhere, and there would always be some reckless fool looking to harass them.

Because of this, Yang Yi had to take the matter seriously. "Yes!" Upon responding, Han Zhong pulled out his phone, spoke a few sentences, and five or six Black Guard members materialized at the doorway.

"Ladies, please follow me..." Han Zhong said with impeccable politeness. "Mm, alright, we'll leave now then," Leng Yue replied with a smile.

But as she brushed past Yang Yi, she left him with an incredibly suggestive remark: "Hehe, Senior, I’m quite curious about you. I hope we can get to know each other better next time." "Uh!" Yang Yi felt a wave of awkwardness.

What did that girl mean by saying that? He couldn't help but look back at her.

In less than no time, all the girls were escorted home under Han Zhong's protection. Only the four of them—Yang Yi and his friends—remained.

Li Qian had also agreed to be sent home by Yang Yi. Once everyone else had completely left, the four of them sat together, shared a drink, and Yang Yi’s face took on a look of playful amusement as he asked, "Brothers, what do you think?" "Heavens above, dear Earth, my beautiful date night, Waaaah!" Xu Ming lamented with a pitiful expression.

"Exactly. I thought following the original plan would finally shake off being single, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly..." Ye Xiaohou expressed his regret.

Fatty Lin, however, was not one for lamenting fate. He cursed with sheer rage, "Damn it!

Who dares ruin my beautiful evening? If that bastard dares to show up, I'll torture him to death!" "Have you made up your minds?" Yang Yi asked with a slight smile.

"Absolutely! Let’s beat the crap out of him," Fatty Lin, Ye Xiaohou, and Xu Ming all exclaimed in unison.

"Haha, good. Let's stay right here, drink, and wait for them to arrive," Yang Yi declared with a hearty laugh.

"Yeah, but Boss, how did that bastard get away from me earlier? I didn't even see him move.

When are you going to start teaching us martial arts?" Xu Ming inquired. "Anytime you want.

It just depends on whether you fear hardship," Yang Yi knew well that practicing martial arts wasn't an overnight process; it required accumulation. He himself had trained for over a decade.

Though they had just emerged from the Dead Man's Cave, he wasn't entirely satisfied with his skills, especially after learning that Grandmaster-level experts existed in this world. "Damn, Boss, what kind of talk is that?

As long as we can learn martial arts, I don't fear any hardship!" Ye Xiaohou stated firmly. "Yeah..." Xu Ming echoed his resolve.

"Heh heh, very well then. I'll make arrangements for tomorrow," Yang Yi said with a casual smile.

"Brother Yi... what should we do over the summer vacation?" Fatty Lin asked, puzzled.

"We're going to be extremely busy..." Before Yang Yi could finish, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open, and five or six burly, middle-aged men strode in. The leader was none other than the man who had just issued the threat.

"Well now... You punks actually dared to wait for us here," the man, who was no longer drunk, sneered.

They were all carrying machetes wrapped in newspaper, speaking with extreme arrogance. Fatty Lin let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, you certainly made us wait." "Get them, boys!" the leading thug shouted. The moment the big man finished speaking, there was a series of crisp, melodious footsteps—'taktaktak'—and over a dozen Black Guard members suddenly appeared inside the presidential suite.

Each one held a dagger, and leading them, naturally, was Feng Shi. As for why Feng Shi and her squad arrived with such perfect timing, that was a question best posed to Yang Yi and Fatty Lin.

In truth, when Yang Yi had asked Fatty Lin to fetch Han Zhong earlier, a simple phone call would have sufficed—why the need for him to physically go out? Indeed, the moment Yang Yi sent Fatty Lin out, he had already guessed Yang Yi’s true intention: to instruct Han Zhong and Feng Shi to keep an eye on things.

Now, these thugs had only been inside for a few seconds, exchanged a couple of words, and the Black Guards were already present, having completely surrounded them. "Young Master..." Feng Shi addressed Yang Yi.

"Mm-hmm!" Yang Yi and his three friends rose to their feet, looking at the now utterly stunned thugs with amusement. Yang Yi smiled and said, "I told you, no one dares call themselves 'Master' in my presence, because they are not qualified.

Because anyone who does will end up in hell!" "Swish!" The group of thugs stared intently at the Black Guards, whose expressions were icy and who held strangely formidable daggers, before they all ripped the newspaper wrapping off their weapons, revealing the machetes. The Black Guards' blades were daggers modified from military knives; their toughness and sharpness were such that they could cleave an ordinary machete in two.

It was clear that, in the eyes of the Black Guards, these thugs wielding common machetes were like small children playing with toy knives against adults. "Who...

who the hell are you people?" The lead thug, who wasn't entirely foolish, seeing these Black Guards exuding a chilling aura and taking orders directly from Yang Yi and his friends, couldn't help but ask. "Haha, you're asking who we are now?

Isn't that a little late?" Xu Ming said coldly and disdainfully. "Beat them mercilessly!" Fatty Lin roared, joining the fray himself.

As soon as he shouted, the Black Guards didn't hesitate and rushed forward together. Although these thugs looked like seasoned fighters, in the eyes of the Black Guards and Fatty Lin’s group, they were no more than ordinary children.

Seeing Fatty Lin and the Black Guards thoroughly enjoying the beating, Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming also stepped up and entered the state of merciless thrashing. Yang Yi sat back down, picked up his glass of red wine from the table, and watched the several thugs being brutally handled by Fatty Lin and the others, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He mused that everything unfolding before him right now was only possible due to sheer strength. This realization also brought to mind the valuable territory held by the Ice Mirror Society.

Yang Yi wasn't immediately incorporating the Ice Mirror Society into the Black God Gang not only because they originated from the same lineage early on, but also because the Ice Mirror Society possessed considerable inherent strength. If he tried to force their integration, the members would certainly not submit, leading to inevitable internal strife and bloodshed.

This was precisely what Yang Yi wished to avoid. Moreover, his objective went beyond that.

The primary goal was that if the Ice Mirror Society fully submitted to the Black God Gang, the latter's strength would increase at an exponential rate, potentially rivaling massive organizations like the larger criminal syndicates. Therefore, Yang Yi felt he needed to put in extra effort regarding the Ice Mirror Society, planning to infiltrate it and attempt to control the original Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends through his own power.

"Stop—!" Yang Yi took a sip of his red wine and called out. The Black Guards and Fatty Lin's group immediately halted their strikes and kicks upon hearing Yang Yi's voice.

On the ground lay five or six thugs, groaning in agony, their faces swollen and blackened, or dribbling a mixture of blood and saliva. "I assume that since you dared to cause trouble on Black God Gang territory, you must have some powerful backing.

Speak quickly..." Yang Yi demanded with a chilling tone. Just as Yang Yi predicted, one of the middle-aged thugs stammered, "We are from the Ice Mirror Society.

Release us immediately, or else..." "Hmph, the Ice Mirror Society? Or else..." A killing intent flashed in Yang Yi's eyes as he picked up the empty red wine bottle and hurled it violently.

The bottle struck the thug squarely on the head with a sharp smash! "Ah..." the middle-aged thug wailed in pain.

"Damn your Ice Mirror Society to hell! I'm telling you, this is Black God Gang territory!

How dare you speak to me like that?"