And so, shortly after he departed, the two youths began their discussion. "Brother, that Black God Gang is a criminal outfit.

Are we really going to mess with them?" "Of course, we are.

Don't forget, they're backed by the government.

This is a rare chance to clean up our act, help the government, and get paid for it too—three birds with one stone.

Why wouldn't we?" "That makes sense.

Alright, let's do this." "Hmph.

Looks like the Black God Gang is in for some bad luck, having the Black Fiend Duo come after them!" "Yeah, yeah!" The two youths were discussing things in a manner that might suggest utter foolishness, yet they were completely oblivious to the fact that their own lives were rapidly approaching an end.

There are far too many ignorant people in this world, and even more who know how to exploit that ignorance.

It must be noted, however, that these two youths were indeed the same young men who had been seen confirming a photograph in the corner of the airport. "Heh heh, Black God Gang, just you wait.

For the enmity of that day, I will make you repay it a hundredfold.

It’s only a matter of time." The middle-aged man emerged from the dilapidated apartment, settled into a silver-white sedan, glanced at the file in his hand, and a sinister smile crept across his lips as he spoke.

As usual, Yang Yi and his group arrived at the cafeteria and began lining up for food.

However, today it wasn't Fatty Lin handling the serving; it was Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming who made their way over. "Damn, it's so crowded?" Xu Ming surveyed the throng of students, both male and female, all jostling at the serving counter. "Hey, Third Brother, take a look, how's that one?" Ye Xiaohou smirked wickedly, eyeing the little backside of a girl swaying back and forth in front of them, lost in her own thoughts. "Tch.

If the Boss finds out what you said, he’ll beat you senseless.

We hooligans shouldn't be vulgar; we need taste, understand?" Xu Ming shot him a look of contempt. "Pfft, I was just talking, why so tense!" Although Ye Xiaohou said that, he still couldn't help glancing back at Yang Yi. "Brother Yi, do you find Teacher Murong a bit strange today?" Fatty Lin seemed to have sensed something as well. "Strange?" Yang Yi looked surprised.

The term "strange" didn't even begin to cover what Teacher Murong felt like to him. "Fatty, doesn't his aura feel similar to something...

else?" "Could it be..." Fatty Lin’s expression shifted upon hearing this. "It's possible, but I didn't expect it to happen this quickly! Although, it might not be, considering how long we've only been collaborating with the Laisai Family?" Yang Yi pondered, having run through every possibility in his mind, yet the more he thought, the more impossible it seemed. "What's possible and what's not possible...?" Just as Yang Yi and the others finished speaking, a female voice cut through.

Immediately, two graceful figures appeared before them. "Yi!" "Hey—haven't seen you all summer." The arrivals were undoubtedly Li Qian and Liu Qingqing.

They were beaming, seemingly overjoyed about something. "Uh, nothing much!" Yang Yi was momentarily stunned before quickly changing the subject. "Seeing your smiles, did something good happen?" "Haha, as expected of the leader of the Dead Man Squad.

You noticed even that..." "Dead Man Squad?" Yang Yi and Fatty Lin were both taken aback.

Liu Qingqing seemed to realize her mistake instantly and laughed lightly, "Hehe, sorry, sorry, wrong inflection.

I meant the Four-Person Squad." "Sweat—!" Yang Yi felt a rush of awkwardness.

Was Liu Qingqing truly having such a good day to be this happy? "No need to apologize.

Why don't you tell us what good fortune you encountered today?" "Well...

I can't tell you that.

It's my secret!" Liu Qingqing said with a mysterious smile.

Yang Yi was speechless and looked toward Li Qian, hoping to glean the answer from her. "Actually, I don't even know what good fortune this girl ran into.

I'm just happy because she looks so happy," Li Qian replied, her face flushing as she understood the implication behind Yang Yi's somewhat ambiguous gaze. "Hmph—don't think you can get Qianqian to tell you.

I haven't even told her," Liu Qingqing remarked, seeming to derive a strange sense of satisfaction from seeing Yang Yi look slightly defeated. "Forget it if you don't want to say." Yang Yi wasn't overly interested in her secret; he cared more about Li Qian’s affairs, especially now, given their relationship was bordering on being boyfriend and girlfriend. "Come on, let's eat," Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou said as they placed stacks of food onto the table. "Uh, shall we eat together?" Xu Ming paused, looking at Liu Qingqing. "Yeah, okay!" Liu Qingqing agreed.

Yang Yi, Fatty Lin, and Ye Xiaohou were inwardly delighted by Xu Ming's dazed expression.

Xu Ming glared at the three of them and said irritably, "Just eat your own food!" The day passed as quietly as any other, but whether things were truly so calm remained to be seen.

Night fell.

Yang Yi sat in his office chair, asking Han Zhong, "How is the construction of the Entertainment Headquarters coming along?" "It's largely complete.

We are currently beginning the process of recruiting staff," Han Zhong reported. "Recruiting staff?" Yang Yi mused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then suddenly asked, "How are the recruitment efforts progressing for our Black God Gang's entry-level and advanced members?" "We have just over three thousand entry-level members successfully onboarded.

The advanced members are slightly fewer, numbering just over one thousand." "Good.

Have those thousand-plus advanced members start working at the Entertainment Headquarters.

And keep a close eye out for any new faces lately!" "Yes, Dragon Lord!" "Oh, and what did we find out about those new faces from last time?" "I was just about to report that to you, Dragon Lord!" Han Zhong replied. "Oh?" Han Zhong gathered his thoughts before speaking, "We identified those individuals.

They are from the Jiangsu Black Society.

Based on their movements, it seems they were intentionally scouting us out." "Hmph!" Yang Yi let out a cold scoff.

He knew this confrontation was inevitable. "It seems the date for our war with the Black Society isn't far off.

They probably already have defenses in place against us." "Indeed.

Within two days of those men returning last time, large-scale tension escalated in Jiangsu Province.

Our operatives found reconnaissance missions becoming quite difficult," Han Zhong explained.

In fact, Yang Yi had already dispatched Black God Gang members to establish a foothold in Jiangsu Province beforehand.

After all, know yourself and know your enemy for a hundred decisive battles.

Yang Yi wasn't a fool; when the Black God Gang dominated City A, he knew other gangs wouldn't sit still and would inevitably send people to investigate, especially the Black Society! "What news from Si Mark?" Yang Yi inquired. "They have done as we instructed.

The Black Society has now completely severed ties with their family," Han Zhong replied, fully understanding the implication behind Yang Yi’s question.

Before the Laisai Family allied with the Black God Gang, they were allies of the Black Society.

Any friction between them now could cause considerable difficulty for both sides..." "Very well.

Immediately instruct the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits, the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, and the Three Thousand Black God Guards to recuperate fully.

Our clash with the Black Society will not be long now," Yang Yi said, narrowing his eyes.

In truth, he knew clearly that if he didn't strike first, others surely would.

It was merely a matter of time. "Yes, Dragon Lord!" Meanwhile, exactly as Yang Yi had suspected, things were developing.

At the Black Society Headquarters.

A middle-aged man sat in an office chair, facing the window.

The room was naturally dim, but the large floor-to-ceiling window made the silhouette of the man loom large.

Another middle-aged man, standing not far from the desk, was clearly agitated, even fearful, as the man in the chair remained silent while reviewing documents. "Snap!" The man in the chair turned abruptly and threw the file onto the desk, causing the man who had been standing there to shudder violently. "Has the Laisai Family truly decided to terminate their cooperative relationship with us?" The middle-aged man, named Zhou Hu, was the leader of the Black Society.

He was over forty, powerfully built, but his eyes were piercingly sharp, radiating an intensely frigid aura. "Yes, Gang Leader!" the middle-aged man standing near Zhou Hu responded. "Hmph—what good are you doing? Haven't I always told you to stall them as much as possible?" Zhou Hu asked, his voice sharp. "Gang Leader, I truly don't know why they decided to sever ties with us so quickly, cutting off all communication at once," the middle-aged man said, visibly terrified of Zhou Hu.

In fairness, one couldn't entirely blame him.

Zhou Hu was a legend within the Black Society; his methods were ruthless, and he could kill without batting an eye.

Rumors suggested he once wiped out an entire family over a minor disagreement with some people—the man was clearly unhinged.

This middle-aged man had heard the stories, so how could he not be afraid?