After selecting their weapons, the group made their way into the office. Checking the time, it was precisely eight o'clock in the evening, and Yang Yi inwardly thought, perfect. "Uncle Zhou, bring me the map of this building and the surrounding area, quickly. We don't have much time."
"Yes!" Zhou Hu responded immediately, reaching into a nearby desk and pulling out a map. He handed it to Yang Yi. "Here is the layout of the building and the adjacent area."
"Hmm..." Yang Yi mused, studying the map, his brow occasionally furrowing, then smoothing out.
Meanwhile, Fatty Lin, Ye Xiaohou, and Xu Ming, who wore a permanent frown that made him look like a bitter gourd, were slowly practicing with that troublesome flexible sword.
Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou seemed to be managing slightly better, but Xu Ming appeared to be struggling. Although he had managed to straighten the flexible sword with some effort, he was still far from proficient, and his swings looked stiff.
"Good. Uncle Zhou, notify all gang members immediately. Clear out everything in this building—remember, leave it completely empty!" After reviewing the map and confirming his prior arrangements were accurate, Yang Yi finally spoke to Zhou Hu.
"Yes, Dragon Lord!"
"Right. We'll use our phones to stay in touch. You go make the arrangements." Yang Yi said.
"Then this subordinate will take his leave to make arrangements." Zhou Hu acknowledged and walked out.
Glancing back at the three still familiarizing themselves with their weapons, a faint smile touched Yang Yi's face.
"Young Master!" Feng Shi presented him with a cup of coffee.
"Mm." Yang Yi took the coffee, sipped it, and said softly, "These guys are not bad. When I first learned to use this flexible sword, it took me half a day."
"Hehe, that's because your sword was longer than theirs, Young Master," Feng Shi replied with a smile.
Yang Yi’s heart skipped a beat, and he muttered inwardly, Right, my sword is longer than theirs, hehe... Whatever wicked thoughts were brewing in someone's mind, he glanced at Feng Shi, who was still dressed seductively but in a way that made it difficult to look away from her crime-inciting figure, a devilishly charming smile playing on his lips.
Feng Shi instantly sensed something, her cheeks flushing briefly. She chided him lightly, "Alright, Young Master, shouldn't we be going too? My stomach is rumbling."
"Yes, that's a good idea, while we still have some time." Yang Yi offered an embarrassed smile and called out to the others. "Alright, you three, it’s time for us to eat."
"Damn, you're only telling us to eat now? Depressing," Xu Ming retracted his weapon, rubbing his flat stomach.
It was hardly surprising for them; after classes let out, they had followed Yang Yi to the A City Black God Gang headquarters to arrange some matters for Han Zhong, and then rushed straight to Jiangsu. They hadn't even managed to eat a meal.
Meanwhile, on the other side, it wasn't just Yang Yi and his group who were prepared. The underground chamber of the Black Dragon Society was also ready.
"How many of us are there right now?" the Black Lord asked a group of Shadow Ninjas dressed entirely in black, wearing masks, sporting two daggers tucked into their belts, and having a black headband tied around their heads.
"Yes, reporting to the Black Lord, there are over six hundred Shadows here," a middle-aged man reported to the Black Lord.
"Good!" The Black Lord’s expression sharpened, then he glared, adopting a very serious demeanor. After casting a look over the Shadows, he spoke, "Today, our organization has been exposed. Because of the betrayal by the Black Society, we are forced to eliminate the traitors. Furthermore, it’s not just about that; your master, my good friend, Yamamoto-kun, is currently imprisoned in the Black Society headquarters. Tell me, shouldn't we rescue him?"
"Yes!" The group of R-country Shadow Ninjas offered only this single acknowledgment.
"Go now... Depart immediately and proceed according to the original plan." After speaking, the Black Lord turned and walked away.
"Yes!" The group of Shadows responded, and one by one, their figures flashed, disappearing from the underground chamber.
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"Mmm!" "Mmm!"
"Delicious, delicious." The three of them were ravenously devouring the food on the table like hungry ghosts who had just been reincarnated, their eating habits were truly enough to make one blush with shame.
Yang Yi, watching from the side, was sweating cold drops. He kept a slight distance from Feng Shi, slowly eating near the window. After all, the continuous stream of incoming guests and passing servers were all occasionally glancing over here. The meaning behind those looks hardly needed to be stated.
While eating, Yang Yi observed the Black God Gang's Jiangsu branch, not far from their location. That’s right; they had found this restaurant nearby not just to eat, but primarily to get a close look at the situation.
"Hey... Waiter, bring another bowl."
"Me too."
"I want another bowl too, and throw in a few extra eggs."
"Damn, have you guys turned into pigs today? You’re eating so much," Yang Yi exclaimed in astonishment when he saw the three still asking for more.
"Boss, eating well is a blessing, okay? Besides, it’s rare that you’re treating today." Xu Ming sounded a little aggrieved, considering that Yang Yi had always covered his meal expenses at school. Now that Yang Yi was finally treating, shouldn't he take full advantage?
"Heh, don't tell me you two are eating so much just because I’m paying?" Yang Yi ignored Xu Ming and turned his head to ask Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou.
"Uh..." Fatty Lin and the other two merely looked momentarily taken aback, feeling a bit sheepish.
Seeing their expressions, Yang Yi knew exactly what they were thinking, and an exasperated smile crossed his face. These guys were simply shameless. In truth, he was the most shameless one; last semester he had been supported by Xu Ming’s meal tickets for an entire semester, and this semester it was Ye Xiaohou’s turn. Those two wouldn't pass up any opportunity where Yang Yi was footing the bill.
"Unscrupulous, utterly unscrupulous!" Yang Yi thought to himself that these guys were truly wicked, but it was nothing serious—just a matter of a hundred or so Yuan. He sighed with helplessness.
...
"Split into several teams and infiltrate quietly!" a middle-aged man instructed several Shadows beside him.
"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"...
The group of Shadows acknowledged their orders, and their figures continuously flashed toward the Black God Gang's Jiangsu branch.
"Whoosh~~~ Whoosh!"
"Young Master, it seems they have begun their move," Feng Shi said to Yang Yi, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
"Mm, I see them. Tell Zhou Hu to prepare immediately," Yang Yi said, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Yes." Feng Shi responded, pulling out her phone and pressing a key. She said, "The enemy has appeared. Prepare now. Once all these ninjas are inside, find the right moment to strike."
"Yes!" On the other end of the line, Zhou Hu hung up the phone and made a gesture to the group of Black Guards. The Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars were also ready.
"Young Master, everything is prepared," Feng Shi nodded to Yang Yi.
"Indeed, the moonlight tonight seems particularly eerie," Yang Yi murmured, looking up at the sky through the windshield.
"Black Lord, our men have infiltrated," the middle-aged man said as he returned to a black sedan, addressing the Black Lord who was holding a black katana.
"Good. Tonight’s bloodshed is about to begin." Upon hearing this, a chilling glint flashed in the Black Lord's eyes. With a quick movement of his hand, an immense killing aura radiated from him, causing even the katana in his grasp to seem to 'tremble' under the pressure before he spoke.
Inside the Black God Gang's Jiangsu headquarters building, the atmosphere tonight seemed unnaturally quiet. It was nearing 11:59 PM, just one minute away from midnight.
The Shadow Ninjas split into over a dozen teams, their figures flashing rapidly, momentarily appearing, then concealing themselves—this must be the famed technique of the ninja. However, once they had all infiltrated the building, they couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion.
There wasn't a single person inside the building. One Shadow Ninja, concealed in the air, stated gravely, "Go report to the Black Lord. Tell him the situation here is extremely strange; there isn't a soul in the entire building."
"Yes!" Another Shadow acknowledged before his figure flashed away once more.
"Steward, all the Shadow Ninjas have gone inside. Should we make our move now?" asked one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars.
"Wait, one more minute." Zhou Hu’s face was filled with intense excitement and fervor; the bloodlust hidden deep within his core seemed provoked by the sight of these Shadow Ninjas.
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes widened sharply because he saw a Shadow Ninja jump out from inside. He let out a fierce roar, "Brothers, move out!"
"Kill!" "Kill!"
"Baka—!" A group of Shadow Ninjas, who had just infiltrated and one who was preparing to report back, cried out in shock at the sudden appearance of the enemy.