Both Lin Tian and Lin Hai remained silent, knowing the truth of the matter all too well. From the moment the Lin Corporation was taken over, leading to near bankruptcy, and then being threatened by a group of mysterious men in black, they had understood that the so-called 'demons' in their minds were far from simple characters. And now, hearing Liu Feng state they were linked to the underworld, they flinched, staring at him with utter bewilderment.

Glancing at the expressions of the father and son, Liu Feng naturally understood their inner turmoil. He became grave and stated, "You both realize that as a government official, my position is indeed special. But it's not just because of that; the opponent's strength and influence are far beyond what we can handle."

"Then... do we truly have no way out at all?" Lin Hai asked, seemingly refusing to give up hope.

In truth, if he could calm down and think seriously, he would realize the entire predicament stemmed from him—specifically, his one-hundred-million-dollar bounty.

"Hai'er, let me ask you. Were you the one who issued that bounty in the assassin world?" Liu Feng pressed the very issue, staring intently at Lin Hai before finally asking the question.

"I..." Lin Hai was struck dumb; it was the undeniable truth, leaving no room for denial.

"Sigh, Hai'er, you’re quite grown now, yet you only know how to be arrogant and willful, without ever stopping to reflect?" Liu Feng sighed softly, glancing at Lin Tian before continuing, "Lin Tian, you too. As a father, how could you raise your child this way? Have you truly done right by your deceased wife, my sister?"

"I..." Lin Tian was as speechless as Lin Hai.

Reality was reality, truth was truth, and facts were facts. Once these things occurred, they were utterly irreversible.

Liu Feng looked at the father and son, feeling he had said enough for the moment, and then spoke, "Actually, it’s not impossible to seek revenge!"

"What way?" Upon hearing this, Lin Tian and Lin Hai trembled, their bodies seemingly resonating as they stared fixedly at Liu Feng.

"Relax. Leave this matter to me; I will arrange it. However, you two father and son cannot show your faces. Otherwise, not only will you be in peril, but I won't fare any better either!" Liu Feng said, a shadow passing over his face.

Lin Tian and Lin Hai exchanged a look, seemingly understanding each other's meaning—which was 'complete blankness, utterly clueless as to what method Liu Feng was proposing.'

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"How is the progress on the arrangements?"

At this moment, Yang Yi sat in his office chair, eyes lightly closed, looking completely relaxed as he inquired.

"Reporting to Dragon Lord, the cooperation with the Lese family has been finalized, and they have fully agreed to all the terms we put forward," Han Zhong thought internally, filled with admiration.

The conditions Yang Yi laid out were exceptionally stringent, and whether viewed externally or internally, the Black God Gang stood to gain the most. The trade involving the drug business, three years of free supply of goods, and a daily financial aid of thirty billion pounds from the Lese family. Most importantly, the Lese family would effectively become a subsidiary branch of the Black God Gang.

What Han Zhong admired most about Yang Yi was that the Lese family agreed unconditionally, solely for that one purpose: to 'cover' the declining royal family of Britain, ensuring the Lese family would not be attacked by the Mafia or other gangs.

"Good. Well done!" Yang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a wide smile spreading across his face. He thought to himself, 'I am now striding closer to my goal!' The thought brought him a wave of refreshing pleasure and joy!

"Young Master, since this matter is settled, I believe our Black God Gang will take a much larger step forward, allowing the Black God Gang of twenty years ago to truly reveal itself before the major gangs!" Feng Shi said, seemingly equally thrilled for Yang Yi.

"Indeed, Dragon Lord. If the Black God Gang restores its appearance from two decades ago, let alone a small local gang in Jiangsu, we could stand invincible even before the major factions of Huaxia!" Han Zhong appeared equally excited.

As one of the longest-serving members of the Black God Gang, he clearly remembered the state of the gang twenty years prior. Therefore, his words carried undeniable weight.

"Brother Yi...." Fatty Lin called out, unable to finish his sentence. Clearly, Fatty Lin felt that while this moment deserved celebration, they could not afford complacency. Arrogance often leads to downfall!

If Fatty Lin could grasp this, how could the monstrous Yang Yi not?

"Yes, we cannot afford to be complacent yet. Our goal is far beyond this. The goal my grandfather failed to achieve twenty years ago, I will achieve it for him. However, my prerequisite isn't merely recreating the Black God Gang of twenty years ago, but creating a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand gangs possessing that same strength. The underworld empire I envision is still far from complete, so we must work much harder!" Yang Yi stood up and addressed everyone.

"Yes!" Han Zhong and the others knew they had become a bit too self-satisfied, but Yang Yi's ambition seemed wildly exaggerated, perhaps even too grand.

A Black God Gang from twenty years ago could dominate the entire national underworld. A million of them? My God! That was unimaginable. Forget being the Dragon Lord of the global underworld; what kind of existence would Yang Yi become if he controlled both the criminal and legitimate worlds globally?

"Oh, and Brother Yi, I believe those two shameless guys, Third Brother and Fourth Brother, are returning today. Should we go pick them up?" Fatty Lin asked with a casual, relaxed smile.

"Haha, of course. Since my brothers have returned from training, they must have undergone a total transformation. I naturally need to verify it," Yang Yi laughed heartily, secretly chuckling to himself, 'Fatty has the same taste as me; he knows those two are utter scoundrels, hehe, hehe!'

At the A City Airport, a plane had just landed on the tarmac.

"Damn, so many beauties! Holy—hey, Fourth Brother, did you see that? That chest, that butt, that..." One youth spouted vulgarities, his eyes fixed on a flight attendant dragging a suitcase, his gaze strangely intense.

"Yeah, look at that one, even better, voluptuous figure, just a bit short." The expression and gaze were identical to the first youth.

If there was any difference between the two, it was that the second youth’s gaze was slightly more *** (explicitly appreciative), as all the flight attendants had described that one as exceptionally satisfying, extremely plump, and certain to send one to heaven upon contact.

Of course... these two dared not be too obvious, appearing rather natural while whispering their exchange