As soon as Yang Yi finished speaking, Feng Shi walked in holding a file, saying to Yang Yi, "Young Master, here is the information on the Leisai family." "En!" Yang Yi took the file and immediately began to read.

The Leisai family, a royal lineage that declined in the 1980s, has absolutely no connection to the noble families currently in the UK; one could even say they are enemies. This is because the Leisai family is also a fallen ducal line, and they are notoriously known as drug lords, which has always deeply displeased the British Royal Family. Consequently, they operate as an independent entity.

They hold influence along the borders of Myanmar and Vietnam. Since Myanmar is the source of their narcotics and Vietnam is a war-torn nation, it is evident that this family harbors some profound conspiracy. Vietnam borders Huaxia, making that region the most volatile. As Yang Yi absorbed this information, which sent waves of thrilling stimulation through him, a strange, enigmatic smile played upon his lips.

In less than a moment, Yang Yi seemed to finish reviewing the material. He took a deep breath and remarked, "It seems this Simak is no simple figure. To manage the entire family business so completely at such a young age, his purpose in coming to Huaxia must surely be related to the underworld!"

"It’s just that this subordinate doesn't understand. If their goal is the underworld, why would they seek out the Dragon Lord?" Han Zhong frowned deeply, finding the situation utterly perplexing.

"I can only speculate on that point," Yang Yi said with a bizarre curve to his mouth. Indeed, he couldn't fathom why they would approach him. Could it really be about that hundred-million bounty?

After hearing Yang Yi's words, everyone present looked bewildered. In truth, this was a situation no one could easily grasp; perhaps only the foreign youth, Simak, knew the real objective.

########### The next day...

Time passed quickly. Throughout the entire day, Han Zhong, Feng Shi, and even Lin Pangzi remained deeply worried. The reason was simple: those two foreigners, members of a drug-lord dynasty, had sought out Yang Yi to challenge him—a prospect that felt increasingly bizarre the more they considered it.

"Young Master, are you truly planning to go?" Feng Shi asked with palpable concern.

"Yes. If I don't go, how will I ever know the answer? Furthermore, since he issued a challenge so openly, I must attend, both publicly and privately," Yang Yi said with a faint smile.

Seeing his perpetually calm expression only made Feng Shi more anxious. While she had never seen a foreigner, she knew of Simak's reputation. He was listed on the British assassin rankings; his strength surely couldn't be underestimated.

"Young Master..."

"Enough. I know you are worried about me. Rest assured, I will be fine," Yang Yi stated before walking out.

"Brother Yi, let me go with you!" Lin Pangzi offered.

"En!" Yang Yi saw Lin Pangzi as soon as he reached the doorway, understanding his intentions immediately. He simply turned back to Feng Shi and said, "I'll leave everything else to you!"

"Understood. Be careful," Feng Shi replied.

And so, Yang Yi, Lin Pangzi, and Han Zhong, who was driving, left the Black God Gang's commercial headquarters.

Meanwhile, somewhere in City A, there was a large clearing in a hilly region. In the pitch darkness of the night, this area appeared somewhat illuminated, perhaps due to its proximity to streetlights.

"Young Master, do you plan to end him quickly, or...?" the bald black man asked from inside the car.

"Mhm," Simak grunted lightly, then continued, "Rn, you want to know my ultimate objective, right?"

"YE!" the bald black man replied bluntly.

"Actually, before I met him, I did intend to dispose of him directly. But now, that’s unnecessary; I’ve changed my mind," Simak said, a subtle smile flickering in his eyes.

"They're here!" the bald black man called out.

"Dragon Lord, we’ve arrived!" Han Zhong announced.

"En, let’s get out of the car!" Yang Yi responded, his signature smile still fixed on his lips.

"Oh! Dear Mr. Yang, I didn't expect you to be so punctual!" Simak greeted him with great enthusiasm.

Yang Yi smiled faintly and nodded, saying, "Enough with the pleasantries. State your purpose."

"Heh heh, it seems Mr. Yang is getting impatient?" Simak remarked.

"Are you seriously just looking for a fight with me? Huh?" Yang Yi’s heart began to sneer internally. This so-called challenge was merely a smokescreen; Yang Yi understood that much.

"Well—since Mr. Yang is so eager to know, very well, I can tell you." Simak nodded toward the bald black man.

"Brother Yi, let me handle this!" Lin Pangzi stepped forward abruptly, placing himself in front of Yang Yi.

"Cme!" the bald black man beckoned Lin Pangzi with his finger, a clear look of provocation on his face.

Yang Yi and Simak both took a few steps back, watching the two preparing to fight with equally ambiguous smiles. The development of events seemed strangely intricate, especially since both parties were currently behaving in such baffling ways.

"Hmph—" Lin Pangzi let out a low grunt, but the expression on his face wasn't anger at the provocation; rather, it was one of sheer excitement as his figure instantly shot forward.

"Boom!" The two collided.

A flash of surprise crossed the bald black man's eyes; he hadn't expected his body to actually feel the impact. A series of crackling, almost frantic sounds erupted ("Pili palā!"). The figures of the two men blurred as they moved, yet every clash between them sounded like two iron plates slamming together, their solidity clearly immense.

"This is Chinese martial arts?" the bald black man gasped heavily.

"Hmph, you haven't seen real martial arts yet!" Lin Pangzi retorted coldly and dismissively. He conceded that the bald black man before him was formidable, certainly no weaker than himself.

The bald black man was also deeply surprised. He hadn't expected such power from a youth who looked so ordinary. If he had been this age, he likely wouldn't have possessed this level of strength. The attacks were sharp, and the body tough; with every block, he felt a dull ache slowly seeping into his core. Was this the legendary Vajra Indestructible Body?

In reality, Lin Pangzi felt exactly the same way.

"I never thought I'd get to see Chinese martial arts today. Mr. Yang, you are truly remarkable, worthy of being a key figure commanding the Black God Gang!" Simak commented with a slight smile from the sidelines.

"Heh heh, and you are no less than the young master of a drug-lord family!" Yang Yi replied with a smile of his own.

"Then, Mr. Yang, who do you think has the upper hand—your subordinate or mine?" Simak inquired.

Yang Yi glanced at him, fully aware of why he was asking. He chuckled, "Rn's foundation is indeed strong, and he hasn't even used his full strength. I suspect his skills were honed in the assassin world. Although there's a certain crudeness mixed in, his physical body has clearly surpassed the limits of ordinary men. However..."

"However?" Simak looked at Yang Yi, confused but still astonished, as Yang Yi had accurately assessed Rn’s core capabilities in a single glance.

"If Rn doesn't use his full power within three moves, he will certainly lose," Yang Yi stated, a hint of devilish charm in his voice.

"Oh?" Simak responded, turning his gaze to the two men still fighting.

Rn was now sweating on his forehead. He never imagined this young man would be this powerful. Every one of his attacks was skillfully deflected by his opponent, yet he couldn't utilize certain abilities—his Young Master hadn't given the order yet.

"Rn, I permit you to use it!"

"Pangzi, be careful. He is an esper, after all."

The two men, seemingly the 'gods' presiding over this duel, issued their respective commands. Meanwhile, Han Zhong was utterly stunned; only now did he realize the bald black man was actually an esper?

"YE!"

"Good!"

Lin Pangzi and the bald black man responded simultaneously, then stepped back, creating a significant distance between them.

"You are excellent. Of all the Huaxia people I've encountered, you are the only one who has forced me to use my full strength," Rn stated, his expression still placid.

"Oh? Is that so? Huaxia has many masters; I am merely a humble figure," Lin Pangzi replied. He was genuinely surprised; if Yang Yi hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that this man, who was almost forcing him to exert his full power, was an esper. Lin Pangzi knew what espers were; he and Brother Yi had heard their grandfather mention them when they were young. Espers were similar to Huaxia's arcane arts—relying on a certain medium to reach consensus, focusing on physical cultivation to manipulate the so-called five elements. These should not be underestimated, as their offensive power was immense.

"Don't worry, I’ll hold back a little. Until my Young Master orders me to kill you, I won't use excessive force," the bald black man declared, and then, something strange began to happen.

Lin Pangzi ignored his words, his eyes locked on the man. He watched as a visibly distinct and highly mysterious vortex of wind materialized between the man's hands. Lin Pangzi immediately thought, Wind Esper?

"Here it comes." The bald black man flashed forward, his speed clearly much greater than before.

"Pat pat!" A series of odd sounds emanated from Lin Pangzi's body. His lips curled upward, and he immediately lunged forward.