Yang Yi picked up the dossier, which was extremely detrimental to the Black God Gang, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself, "This information isn't just detrimental to the Black God Gang; it’s practically designed to annihilate them."

Indeed, the document in Yang Yi's hand was a festering tumor.

The file detailed the Black God Gang as a human trafficking ring, and secretly, they were involved in espionage for a foreign power. It seemed the Black God Gang had committed every act that could severely harm Huaxia.

If such a file were to fall into the hands of the police, or worse, a high-ranking official, the consequences would be unimaginable. If the Chairman of Huaxia didn't deploy the army to wipe out the Black God Gang, they would certainly not be let off lightly.

After all, it was the same in every nation: treason was a capital offense, the kind that earned you stones thrown at you the moment you stepped outside.

"Slap!" Yang Yi slammed the document onto the desk, his face growing darker.

"Dragon Lord, they have been brought in," Han Zhong announced as he entered with two young men.

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the two youths who stood with lowered heads, constantly appraising them. These two were none other than the young men who called themselves the 'Black Fiend Duo.'

"Kneel!" Han Zhong commanded sharply.

The two youths felt a buzzing in their ears, their entire bodies trembling, and they dropped to their knees as if terrified.

"Speak," Yang Yi asked, suppressing the surging emotion in his chest. "How did you obtain this information?"

The two glanced up at Yang Yi, separated by a table, appearing somewhat fearful and hesitant to speak. They understood the precariousness of their situation—caught between the gang and the government—knowing their lives were forfeit regardless of whether they spoke or remained silent. Recognizing this, they wisely kept their mouths shut.

"Still not talking?" Yang Yi said coldly, his eyes narrowed.

"Damn it—!" Fatty Lin roared, then shot forward in a flash, striding over, "Thump!"

"Brother!" one of the youths suddenly cried out.

"—Are you going to talk?" Fatty Lin asked the youth, his face grim.

No one present tried to stop him or appeared surprised by Fatty Lin's action; it seemed utterly commonplace. In the underworld, after all, it didn't matter who you were; if intimidation failed, torture followed, and if torture failed, another round of threats, perhaps slicing off a pinky finger—as long as they didn't kill you before you talked.

"—Ugh—ugh—"

The youth who had been fiercely kicked by Fatty Lin clutched his stomach, his face turning purple, with blood slowly welling at the corner of his mouth. It was clear that kick had been delivered with brutal force.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk!" The other youth's face was ashen, his whole body visibly shaking. They used to be petty thieves who found it incredibly difficult to make a living after being caught and having a record from a failed job. This time, they were offered a lucrative job by an unknown party, but they only enjoyed it for a few days before facing death. The youth knew that these gang members would certainly torture a spy and never let them go easily. However, a sliver of hope remained, and he asked, "If I tell you, can you let us go? We were only used by someone; please let us go!"

Fatty Lin's eyes sharpened at the words, and he glared without speaking.

But Yang Yi spoke up, "I can let you go, but if you don't confess everything honestly, don't blame me for being ruthless." Yang Yi understood people from the lower strata of society somewhat; in modern society, surviving without qualifications or strength was nearly impossible, especially for those inclined to laziness.

"—Good, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" The youth took a deep breath, glanced at his brother lying on the ground, and then began, "We were instructed by a middle-aged man to do this!"

"So they were instructed after all?" Yang Yi mused internally, immediately asking, "Then do you know who he is? What is his name, and what was the general plan?"

"I don't know his name. But I know he's a government official because before we agreed to work for him, he promised to clean up our records. He also gave us a substantial sum of money—a full three million!" The youth, feeling an inexplicable pressure under Yang Yi's cold gaze, quickly spilled everything.

"Government?" Yang Yi heard the word and sat down, deep in thought.

Fatty Lin glanced at Yang Yi. Seeing that things were progressing, he immediately said to Han Zhong, "Take those two..."

"Wait!" Yang Yi knew what Fatty Lin intended, but it wasn't time for these men to die yet. Spies were despicable, but they could be slightly useful for now; after all, how could they know who the real enemy was if they just eliminated the pawns?

"You two? After placing the information here, what were you told to do next?" Yang Yi asked.

"—Yes, he told us to call them immediately after planting the data—but we didn't get the chance to call before—before..." The youth trailed off, realizing they had been discovered.

"—Hmph!" Yang Yi snorted, pondered for a moment, and then a smile suddenly curved his lips.

Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou, seeing this, were puzzled and both asked, "Boss, what do we do now?"

"Boss, should we lure them out, or..." Ye Xiaohou seemed to read Yang Yi's thoughts and asked.

"Hmph, of course we'll make them eat their own bitter fruit. Since they think so highly of me, how can I not play along?" Yang Yi said with a subtle smile toward the kneeling youths.

"So, exactly what is the plan, Boss?" Xu Ming asked, still not quite understanding.

"We'll use their own scheme against them. Not only will we lure them out, but we'll also make them send us a sum of money before sending them to hell," Yang Yi's eyes held a dark glint, and the cold smile on his lips sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

—What an insidious plan—was the thought in everyone's mind, for they were no fools and clearly understood what Yang Yi meant.

Therefore, the matter could not be delayed. Yang Yi immediately commanded, "You two, call the person who instructed you right now and tell them to come over here. If you dare try any tricks, hehe, within A City, don't even think about escaping my grasp."

"Yes, yes!" The two youths nodded quickly and replied in low voices.

"—I'm a girl, I love girls—!" A rather peculiar ringtone sounded.

A middle-aged man pressed the answer button and called out, "Hello—?"

"The job is done, you all need to come over immediately," a young man's voice said from the phone.

"Good, very good!" Hearing this, excitement flashed across the middle-aged man's face. He then hung up and turned to another middle-aged man in the living room, saying, "It’s done."

"Good!" the other middle-aged man responded, picking up the phone near him and dialing a number. He said, "Hello—I am the Provincial Party Secretary of A City. Today I received a tip that there is information here in A City concerning espionage that threatens national security. I am currently rushing to your location. Immediately prepare personnel to accompany me to apprehend the culprits."

"—Yes!" A more seasoned voice responded on the other end of the line. If Yang Yi had heard this voice, he might not have been unfamiliar with it, as it belonged to the newly appointed Chief of the A City Police Bureau.

After hanging up, Liu Feng glanced at Lin Tian and Lin Hai seated in front of him, smiling faintly, "Rest assured, once this matter is resolved, the Black God Gang will soon vanish from A City."

"That's wonderful... Uncle, thank you so much for your help this time." Lin Hai, whose eyes always held a measure of resentment, now wore a completely smiling face.

"It's not time to thank me yet. Wait until the results of this matter come out," Liu Feng said before walking outside.

Lin Tian and Lin Hai exchanged glances and smiled widely.

"Dad, we're going to make a comeback this time."

"Right, this time we'll take back what originally belonged to us."

"—En—!" The father and son were already laughing heartily, but—if they knew the outcome right now, what expression would they have?

On the other side, the A City Police Bureau, having received the call from the Provincial Party Secretary, had already begun preparing personnel. However, the new Police Chief felt a flicker of doubt: "How did he receive a tip in A City about threats to our national security? And isn't this the purview of the State Security Bureau? When did a mere Provincial Party Secretary of A City start interfering?"

Doubt—doubt, but the Chief quickly dismissed the thought. After all, his rank was lower than the Secretary's; obeying his commands was unavoidable.