At this time, over in Jiangsu. In a certain location stood an eight-story tower, atop a basement, housing a Japanese-style restaurant and onsen bathhouse—a fully commercialized complex. Behind this eight-story structure, separated by a stretch of woods, a villa could be glimpsed. Yet, all of this was merely a façade; beneath the six floors of the main building lay a vast, hidden basement of unknown dimensions, which was confirmed to be connected to the villa.

“Kuro-shu, based on the intelligence gathered, Yamamoto-kun has been captured by the Black God Gang and is being held. Furthermore, the other ten Shadows have perished.” A ninja knelt respectfully before Kuro-shu.

“Baka… Smack!” Kuro-shu’s face was contorted with fury, a truly terrifying sight. He slammed his hand down on the table, then snarled, “Summon everyone immediately. Hmph, I want to see what capabilities this Black God Gang truly possesses.”

“Yes…” The Shadow vanished in response.

“Baka! Zhou Hu, Black God Gang—you dare to unite? Hmph, you actually disregard my Black Dragon Society. I want to see just what a newly risen minor gang can do for you, Zhou Hu.” Kuro-shu’s face was deeply shadowed, radiating an icy aura that seemed far more potent than Yang Yi’s.

“Whoosh!” A strange sound cut the air, and a figure materialized instantly. “Greetings, Kuro-shu.”

“Good—you’ve been lurking in City A for quite some time; have you discovered anything?” Kuro-shu fixed his gaze upon the newcomer and demanded.

“Yes, that Yang Yi has three brothers: one named Fatty Lin, and the other two are Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou. Their backgrounds appear very complicated, impossible to trace. However, to truly control Yang Yi, we must capture his two women,” the appearing Shadow knelt, shaking slightly under Kuro-shu’s chilling stare, and quickly relayed.

“Two women? Do they have significant backgrounds?” Kuro-shu asked, momentarily taken aback.

“No. One is just a woman whose family is in business; the other is the granddaughter of the former leader of the Ice Mirror Society in City A,” the Shadow Ninja reported.

“Hmph—in that case, you will make your move tomorrow. I will send a few men to accompany you. Bring both women back to me,” Kuro-shu coldly commanded.

“Yes!” The Shadow vanished into the air.

“Heh heh, Yamamoto-kun, I never expected that after so many years lurking in the underworld, you would still accomplish nothing, only to be captured by someone else this time. Black God Gang, I will absolutely not let you go,” Kuro-shu hissed with hatred, his voice beginning to take on a bizarre quality.

And now, in City A. Yang Yi had returned to his classroom after arranging everything.

The former influence of the underworld factions in Jiangsu Province had now been entirely reorganized under the Black God Gang’s jurisdiction. Zhou Hu, along with the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, remained stationed there to manage this newly named branch of the Black God Gang.

Trust those you use, and use those you trust. Yang Yi kept Zhou Hu in charge for a specific purpose. Although Zhou Hu had previously stated that once Yang Yi destroyed the Black Dragon Society, he would officially retire from the underworld, Yang Yi did not wish to lose a talent like Zhou Hu. Though he appeared old and seemingly uninterested in gang affairs, Yang Yi was convinced that if the dormant ambition within him could be ignited, Zhou Hu remained a formidable hero. The entire matter, however, hinged on the Black Dragon Society and Zhou Hu’s son, Zhou Ming.

Even though Zhou Hu believed his son was dead, people always cling to a sliver of hope; after all, hope offers the promise of tomorrow. Yang Yi had also instructed Zhou Hu, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits, and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends to remain highly cautious, as the Black God Gang was only in its nascent stage, susceptible to numerous complications with the slightest misstep.

Unaware that a conspiracy was closing in, Yang Yi sat at his desk, gazing contemplatively out the window.

For some unknown reason, the teacher, Miss Murong, had also suddenly resigned and vanished that day—a sudden change that left the female students in the class somewhat puzzled.

“Boss, it seems that Miss Murong teacher really was a bit strange; she suddenly resigned and disappeared today,” Xu Ming stared at the blackboard, finding the sight of the middle-aged teacher’s posterior swaying in front of the class utterly repulsive.

Hearing Xu Ming, Yang Yi turned his head, glanced at him, and said, “When did I ever say that Miss Murong wasn’t strange?”

“Uh…” Xu Ming was momentarily stunned, then remarked, “Boss, I feel like you’re a bit different today.”

“How? How am I different?” Yang Yi looked at him questioningly.

“Didn’t you say yesterday you were heading to Jiangsu? How did things progress?” Xu Ming asked, seeming slightly excited.

“Uh… Come on, we’re in class now. Do you not want to go to university?” Yang Yi said this casually, but a sharp glint flashed in his mind—Right, university entrance exams are coming up, and I haven't decided where I'll enroll. I need to secure the Black God Gang's footing in the Chinese underworld first. The Black Dragon Society, heh heh!

Lost in thought, Yang Yi’s face settled into a grim smile, baffling Xu Ming. However, upon hearing Yang Yi mention university, Xu Ming quickly inquired, “Boss, which university are you planning to apply to?”

“I haven’t decided yet!” Yang Yi replied without hesitation.

“Oh… You haven’t thought about it yet. Hmm, but—haha, our Rogue Four must apply to the same university!” Xu Ming laughed heartily.

Just as Yang Yi was about to respond, as soon as Xu Ming finished speaking, a voice laced with evident anger rang out, shouting: “Xu Ming!”

“—Yes!” Xu Ming jumped up, but his expression soured instantly.

“Haha, Rogue Four group, haha!” A student suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Clearly, the person who called Xu Ming first was the middle-aged teacher, but this time, it was a student mocking Xu Ming’s group.

“Damn it, why the hell are you laughing?” Fatty Lin heard the student refer to the Rogue Four as the Rogue ‘Dead Man’ Group—an obvious curse.

“It’s over; why did I forget this class is the most chaotic in the entire high school!” The middle-aged teacher was now sweating cold drops; her single outburst might have ignited chaos.

“Screw your mother, say that again if you have the guts,” the student challenged Fatty Lin dismissively.

But just as the words left his mouth, a book sliced through the air in a strange arc and Smacked down, followed by the student’s sharp cry of pain: “Ow—which bastard threw that book!”

“So what if this rogue threw it?” Yang Yi challenged, his expression mocking as he stared down the student.

“I’ll f*** your mother…”

“Whoosh—!” Three figures simultaneously stepped onto their desks, propelled themselves up, and landed directly in front of the student.

“Say that again, if you dare,” Yang Yi commanded coldly.

“I bet he doesn’t dare say it again,” Fatty Lin shook his head, flexing his arm, the sound of grinding bones sharp and clear.

“What did you just say? Repeat it,” Xu Ming pressed forward, his face equally grim.

The entire classroom fell into stunned silence, watching Yang Yi and his two companions. Li Qian, standing nearby, was also astonished, wondering why Yang Yi and the other two seemed different from usual today.

“…” The student looked blankly at the three people surrounding him, feeling an inexplicable sense of pressure.

“Um—” The middle-aged teacher tried to regain control and called out softly.

This only earned her a glare from the three of them. “—Hmm—?”

“Get the hell out here!” Fatty Lin grabbed the student with one hand, yanked him, and dragged him toward the door.

“Ah—ah!” The student shrieked.

“Hey—you three…?” The middle-aged teacher could not bear to watch anymore. She couldn't understand—was this class truly that unruly?

The students below showed no sympathy, pity, or inclination to stop the trio. The teacher was utterly confused, until the next moment she began to understand.

“Teacher—you have a problem with this?” Xu Ming stared at the teacher, feeling disgust recalling her backside swinging in front of him all afternoon.

“I…” Stared down by Xu Ming’s cold eyes, the teacher found herself unable to speak. It was hard to believe that a mere eighteen or nineteen-year-old student could silence her with a stare; this was something she couldn’t accept, and if she told others, they would surely think she had gone mad as a teacher.

“Teacher, I think you better just mind your own business and teach your class quietly; we’ll watch our good show,” a student suddenly interjected.

“Yeah, you just teach; we’re watching the show.”

“Right, right—!”

A chorus of raucous shouting erupted. Even Yang Yi and his friends allowed a cold sneer to cross their faces. After dragging the student to the doorway, they simply stated, “Today, we’re going to teach you what it means: you can eat whatever food you want, but you cannot speak reckless words.”

“Thump—Ah… Help! Ah!”

A series of moans echoed down the corridor. Students in the adjacent class heard it, nodded their heads once, tapped their chests twice, and murmured, “May the Lord protect you, Amen!”