Yang Yi glanced dismissively at the large men, his mind clearly elsewhere, before a strange smile suddenly stretched across his face. "Clean it up for me." "Yes, Young Master!" Feng Shi responded knowingly, then raised her hand towards the Black God Guards.

Following this, she made a sharp, horizontal slash across her own neck—a gesture so overtly bloody that it caused Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou, standing nearby, to visibly recoil.

The rather melodramatic farce concluded shortly after.

Those ruffians were dragged away by the Black God Guards, and the ensuing consequences were best left unmentioned.

What could not be ignored, however, was the sudden surge of inspiration that struck Yang Yi.

The fact that people from the Bing Jian Society dared to cause trouble openly on Black God Gang territory suggested that the society was already beginning to rot from within. "Has that old man publicly announced his intention to retire?" Wondering this, Yang Yi called out to Feng Shi, "Yanran, immediately prepare all available data on the Bing Jian Society for me—everything from twenty years ago to the present.

Do not miss a single detail." "Yes!" Feng Shi acknowledged and immediately pulled out her phone to make arrangements. "Boss, about this Bing Jian Society..." Xu Ming asked hesitantly.

Yang Yi looked at him, then quickly realized they were unaware of the subtle history between the Bing Jian Society and the Black God Gang. "I know what you want to ask.

Right, the reason I told you not to bother with the Bing Jian Society before dealing with the Xiong Ying Gang and E Lang Gang is because twenty years ago, the Bing Jian Society was part of our Black God Gang.

They only split off for certain reasons." "I see, no wonder you never seemed too concerned whenever the Bing Jian Society was mentioned.

Old Man and I thought you were simply ignoring them," Ye Xiaohou remarked, looking enlightened. "The main reason I haven't paid much attention to the Bing Jian Society until now wasn't really about dismissal.

If my guess is correct, the Bing Jian Society's current strength is on par with the Black God Gang's!" Yang Yi mused after a moment of thought.

Hearing this, Xu Ming, Ye Xiaohou, and even Fatty Lin were not fools; they grasped the implication.

Since they now knew the Bing Jian Society originated from a faction that splintered from the Black God Gang, their methods of operation and management systems, even if not identical, couldn't be vastly different.

Moreover, based on the few thugs just dealt with, they were likely not even the lowest-tier disciples of the Bing Jian Society, yet their strength already surpassed that of ordinary people. "So, Boss, what's your plan?" Xu Ming asked, clearly intrigued. "Heh, you don't need to worry about that.

I have my own ways of handling the Bing Jian Society.

You all just focus on your training with peace of mind," Yang Yi chuckled. "Mhm...!" Since Yang Yi had spoken, neither Xu Ming nor Ye Xiaohou pressed the matter further.

However, both young men were secretly buzzing with excitement; after all, they were finally going to learn martial arts! Meanwhile, across town, inside the office of the A City Police Commissioner.

The Commissioner's face was currently contorted with savage fury.

Several new streaks of white hair were visible around his ears, and he sat slumped in his chair, emanating an air of utter dejection, thick clouds of smoke constantly rising above his head. "Sigh, Bin'er, if you have a spirit in heaven, send your father a clue, just one, so I can avenge you." The Commissioner stared vacantly at the cigarette burning down in his hand, as if the ember mirroring his own life, slowly consuming itself bit by bit.

Less than a moment later, the door to the Commissioner's office swung open, and a police officer ushered in a young man dressed in a waiter’s uniform from a Western-style restaurant. "Commissioner!" the officer called out. "What is it? If you have something to say, say it fast.

If not, get out," the Commissioner replied without even looking up, still deeply despondent. "Commissioner, I tracked where Young Master Lin had been recently and found something there." The officer said, slightly taken aback.

At these words, the Commissioner’s whole body jolted.

He immediately stood up and turned around.

Seeing the young waiter, he demanded, "What did you find?" "You can speak frankly to the Commissioner.

Rest assured, you won't be in any trouble," the officer said, as if administering a calming injection to the waiter.

The waiter, who was indeed from the 'Lele' Western Restaurant, spoke with a slight tremor of fear. "A week ago, Young Master Lin dined at our restaurant.

And that day..." As the Commissioner listened to the waiter's account, his eyes widened.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, gripping the waiter's collar fiercely. "What was that kid's name? Tell me quickly, tell me! If you don't, I'll put you down." "Commissioner, Commissioner!" The officer nearby, seeing his superior about to draw his weapon, quickly intervened. "Commissioner, please calm down first.

Let him finish speaking." "Speak!" The Commissioner realized he had almost lost control.

He released the waiter, whose face was now etched with terror, and patted his shoulder. "Heh, young man, my apologies.

I lost my manners.

Can you tell me, do you know that kid's name?" "I...

I know it.

I think he was called something like Yang Yi," the waiter stammered, completely unnerved by the Commissioner's sudden change in demeanor.

After speaking, he quickly turned to the officer beside him. "Can I leave now? I have something urgent at home." "Uh...

Commissioner, what do you think?" the officer asked the Commissioner. "Yes, let him go for now." The Commissioner replied, his brow furrowing into a deep knot.

He paced back and forth, muttering, "Yang Yi, Yang Yi, Yang Yi.

That name...

I think I've heard it somewhere? Where have I heard it?" Suddenly, he slapped his forehead with a loud smack. "That brat! Wasn't he the youth Old Liang brought in last time? Yes, that's him! The files, the files!" The Commissioner seemed momentarily possessed, frantically rifling through his filing cabinets.

Within moments, he appeared to have found what he was looking for.

He pulled out a file, and his expression instantly shifted, becoming dark and menacing. "Bin'er, you truly watch over me.

Rest assured, no matter who he is, your father will have his revenge." For the Ling family, whose lineage was carried on through nine generations—a single, precious heir—the death of Ling Bin was undoubtedly the most fatal blow possible to the Commissioner.

Thus, his intense hatred was entirely understandable.

Yet, he remained unaware that at this very moment, he was beginning to step onto the threshold of an abyss, one he was slowly descending into.

Two days of the summer vacation had passed.

Following Yang Yi's arrangements, Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming had been admitted to the Black God Gang's training base, where they were now being personally instructed by Long Yi, who had recently returned from abroad.

Long Yi had previously been dispatched by Yang Yi to develop business interests overseas—not to expand the Black God Gang’s influence directly, but to establish companies in countries like the UK, the US, Korea, and even Japan.

Although this development work was proving difficult, it was deemed essential.

Yang Yi’s true purpose in sending them abroad likely lay beyond mere commercial success; this deeper motive was known only to him.

Meanwhile, Yang Yi himself was seated in his office, poring over documents.

On the sofa beside him, Fatty Lin was lying back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He clearly found the work tedious; deep contemplation was not his forte.

Asking him to use his brain to strategize seemed far less suitable than simply asking him to kill someone.

As Yang Yi reviewed the materials, a cold glint occasionally flashed in his eyes, yet the familiar rogue's smile still lingered on his lips.

As a rogue, especially a high-caliber one, maintaining that smile was mandatory.

He recalled reading a book about Kaitou Kid, a master thief who maintained a poker face—or rather, a constant, inscrutable smile—at all times, concealing whatever lay beneath or implied by its meaning.

Therefore, Yang Yi had put considerable effort into cultivating this particular expression.

Some might call him an idiot, perhaps even a lunatic, claiming that single smile was enough to invite a mob beating or even an aggressive romantic encounter with a beautiful woman.

But Yang Yi remained steadfast.

After all, there was that saying: ‘Others laugh at my madness; I laugh at their inability to see through it.’ This, he believed, was a mandatory course for any sophisticated rogue.

Fatty Lin was growing increasingly restless.

He sat up and glanced at Yang Yi.

Just then, Yang Yi called out, "Fatty!" "Huh..." Fatty Lin responded, then asked, "What is it, Brother Yi?" "Damn it, I'm hungry.

Let's go eat!" "Crap!" Fatty Lin nearly stumbled in shock at Yang Yi's words.

He had genuinely thought Yang Yi had finally devised a strategy to deal with the Bing Jian Society, and this anticlimax made him break out in a cold sweat. "Where are we eating?" Fatty Lin, feeling his own stomach rumble, asked. "Hmm, I'll take you somewhere.

I guarantee you can eat there without paying," Yang Yi said meaningfully, closing the file. "Uh..." Fatty Lin wasn't sure why Yang Yi would say that, but shamelessly thought, As long as there's food, I don't care.

Not paying is even better.

Just then, Feng Shi walked in, about to speak, but Yang Yi cut her off first. "Yanran, you arrived at the perfect time.

Come on, let’s go eat." "Oh!" Feng Shi complied. "Sweat...

I don't know what's going on either.

Brother Yi said he's taking us somewhere where we don't have to pay for food," Fatty Lin told Feng Shi as they passed each other, noticing her utterly bewildered expression. "Eat without paying?"