"Certainly... as long as Mr.

Yang agrees to cooperate, whether it's funding turnover or any other aspect, our family will certainly do everything in our power to satisfy your needs," Si Mark felt disheartened, at least the smile on Yang Yi's face gave him that impression. "Fine, I can agree to the cooperation, but...

you're not expecting me to offend the Mafia with my current strength, are you?" Yang Yi chuckled faintly; how could he refuse such a good deal? "We certainly wouldn't be so unreasonable; we can discuss this carefully!" A trace of a smile could not be concealed on Si Mark’s face, as if his heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, had finally settled.

The Lese family in Britain, though a declining royal noble lineage, was wealthy, and not just ordinarily wealthy. In this world, it's either you use me, or I use you.

To put it plainly, he came because the Lese family wanted to leverage the future strength of the Black God Gang. After all, once their family provided financial support, elevating the Black God Gang's current development speed to a higher level, their future power would be incomparable.

Yang Yi saw this very clearly. The reason he agreed to this cooperation with Si Mark, which could almost be called 'Infernal Affairs,' was actually for another purpose.

The Lese family primarily managed the drug trade. There was no need to discuss the money, but when it came to the drug business itself, Yang Yi wouldn't just watch that money slip away in front of him.

After all, in this world, if you don't deal in drugs, someone else will. Even if you were a damn bleeding heart, what would you end up with?

For this reason, Yang Yi wasn't repulsed by drugs. However, it had to be said that if an agreement were reached with the Lese family, allowing them to delegate some of the business to his Black God Gang, then...

"Good, I can cooperate with you! Here’s the deal: tomorrow, prepare some documents and bring them to our headquarters.

I'll have someone talk with you. Uncle Han!" "Yes, Young Master!" Han Zhong responded and approached.

"Tomorrow, you discuss things thoroughly with Mr. Si Mark.

Be sure to clarify all the details!" A rather peculiar smile played on Yang Yi's lips. Si Mark felt a jolt, although Yang Yi was issuing him a warning now.

But hearing that he had agreed, he couldn't help but be somewhat excited. He extended his hand and said, "I hope we have a pleasant cooperation!" "Pleasant cooperation!" Yang Yi understood him well; his initial impression of Si Mark wasn't bad, so he was also courteous.

However, that fellow probably had far more ambitious thoughts churning inside, as he was undoubtedly slicker than Old Yang. The next day, Lese Si Mark prepared a thick stack of documents as instructed by Yang Yi, along with one particularly unique document outlining the terms of their partnership.

Undoubtedly, neither side was willing to suffer a loss; it was about maximizing mutual exploitation. Even if they maintained a stony facade, this core principle wouldn't change.

Yet, Yang Yi hadn't anticipated that this cooperation would lead to the rebirth of the Black God Gang as it was twenty years ago, granting them the stature to stand undefeated against other major factions in Huaxia. Most significantly, because of the Lese family, his first battle on the world's criminal stage would target the Mafia, trembling far away in Britain.

########################## Time flew by, and the short summer vacation ended just like that. Tomorrow, Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming, those two shameless fellows who had endured rigorous special training, would return.

Their training period had concluded. As for the results, how much they learned, and how much they benefited—only they knew that.

But before all those matters, a colossal conspiracy was brewing elsewhere, though whether this conspiracy would succeed remained unknown. A youth and a middle-aged man sat in a vast, luxurious, and peculiarly decorated living room.

The rows of chandeliers, vases, and even the carpet were exceedingly expensive, clearly indicating the owner's extraordinary status. "Dad, do you think Uncle will help us?" The youth's face was somewhat despondent, yet his eyes were filled with resentment.

"I don't know. For now, let's just try," the middle-aged man looked visibly uneasy.

He had once declared that no matter what happened to him, he would never require help from his brother-in-law. More critically, his wife, the sister of this room's owner, had met her end in a car accident caused by him.

He honestly couldn't fathom what reason he could possibly offer that lofty 'relative' for assistance. "Uncle!" The youth quickly called out as the middle-aged man descended the stairs.

The middle-aged man’s expression was flat, his eyes glinting sharply. He had a slightly receding hairline and was a bit stout, yet his every gesture exuded a formidable aura.

This was the so-called high-ranking official: 'Secretary Liu Feng of the Provincial Committee in A City!' "What brings you here?" His voice was low, yet profoundly ironic. Of course, the one who felt the irony was not the youth, but the motionless middle-aged man seated beside him.

He shuddered inwardly, sighing, "Is it really impossible?" "Uncle, I... Dad!" The youth saw his father sitting silently, head bowed, his dejected appearance radiating a bleak sorrow, which the son found utterly disappointing.

Liu Feng sat down on the sofa, narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged man, and after a long pause, sighed, "Alas, Lin Tian, Lin Tian. I knew you would end up like this sooner or later.

See, I told you back then, aren't you just implicating others? Look how young Hai’er is!" "I..." Undoubtedly, the middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, head bowed, enduring the humiliation like biting a raw, bitter yellow salad, was the bankrupt Lin Tian.

"You two haven't eaten yet, have you?" The middle-aged man gestured, calling out to the Filipino maid, "I... go prepare some food!" "YE...b!" A Filipino maid—yes, definitely a maid from Africa.

The lavish decor and the employment of a Filipino maid were sufficient proof that Liu Feng was thriving, likely with a substantial fortune. "Uncle—actually, we came here because..." There was no need for the youth, Lin Hai, to elaborate further.

However, before Lin Hai could finish, Liu Feng raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Hai’er, I know the purpose of your visit today. But I’m sorry, I cannot help you!" "Why?" Not only Lin Hai looked bewildered, but even Lin Tian, who had remained silent, looked up in astonishment.

"Is it still because of Yun’er that you won't help me?" Lin Tian took a deep, dejected breath and asked. "Lin Tian, don't think our officialdom is any less dark than your business world.

Let me tell you, this matter isn't just because of my sister that I won't help you; even if it wasn't, I still couldn't help you!" Liu Feng appeared very stern as he spoke. "Uncle, what is the reason?" Lin Hai didn't understand.

Although he had heard much about his mother's past, it was over now. His father and he were facing a massive crisis.

Could his brother-in-law and nephew not receive a little assistance? "No reason, of course.

I can give you two a sum of money so you two can live out the rest of your lives contentedly, and you can continue your life, Lin Tian. But as for helping you deal with the person who bankrupted you, I am powerless!" Liu Feng seemed to know something and spoke with absolute finality.

"Uncle..." Lin Hai began to plead. "That's enough, don't say any more.

You two stay here tonight, and I'll give you a check tomorrow!" Liu Feng stood up and turned to leave immediately. Just then...

"Liu..." Lin Tian lunged forward, kneeling before Liu Feng. This was the first time he had ever knelt before anyone.

Back in the day, for his wife’s sake, he had never knelt before Liu Feng. "What are you doing!" Liu Feng quickly supported him, shaken to his core.

He never imagined that someone like Lin Tian, who rarely asked favors, would debase himself today for the sake of the man who had ruined him? "I know, I know you want to see me humiliated, but if you don't help me, Hai’er’s life, everything I have, will vanish.

So please, I beg you, help us father and son!" Lin Tian didn't know what to say, his face deathly pale, his heart wracked with agonizing pain. Indeed, for a man who had just stood at the pinnacle of business, to suddenly lose everything was a fate more agonizing than death for a merchant.

"Sigh—!" Liu Feng sighed softly. It wasn't that he was unwilling to help; it was that he was truly powerless.

This matter was too unfathomable, too profound for even him to grasp. "Get up first!" "Dad!" Lin Hai rushed over to help his father up.

"The truth is, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I am utterly incapable. The identity of the person who bankrupted you is so inscrutable even I find it baffling.

Furthermore, they are now the head of the underworld in A City—the Black God Gang. This matter...

I..." Liu Feng looked utterly helpless. Although his official position in A City was significant, outside, he dared not boast.

And involving the underworld, given his sensitive and private status... this was likely truly difficult to handle!