This caused everyone nearby to sweat profusely. After all, for an eight-year-old girl to declare she wanted to torture the group of troublemakers who had suddenly arrived felt distinctly awkward.

As for that group of men, their faces were immediately contorted with rage. To be told they would be tortured by a mere little girl was not just an insult, but a profound humiliation. Because of this, every single burly man's face grew savage, veins bulging visibly on their foreheads.

Murong Lianxue hopped down from Yang Yi’s back, striking a pose of extreme coolness. She extended a small hand and made a hooking gesture. “Come on, then!”

"Damn it, even the little squirt is this arrogant? I’ll poke you dead with one finger," Qiangzi spat, and indeed, he thrust a single finger toward Murong Lianxue.

Unfortunately—

"Ah..." Qiangzi suddenly wailed, his face turning deathly pale, his body twisting painfully at the waist as his mouth stretched wide in agony.

"Fuck! All of us, attack!" Seeing their leader's finger being twisted by a little girl, the others were instantly alarmed. However, bound by pride, they couldn't just retreat. Thus, they roared, "Go!"

The throng of burly men surged toward Murong Lianxue. Yet, to the surrounding onlookers, their actions seemed contemptible. This was just a child; for a group of grown men to pick a fight with her invited nothing but scorn.

"Hee hee!" Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Murong Lianxue let out a soft, silvery laugh. Her laughter was as clear and pure as a dream bird’s call, causing a pang of discomfort in the hearts of others. But in Yang Yi’s heart, it brewed a wave of cold sweat. Here, no one understood Murong Lianxue better than him. He knew what that sound signified—it was the same laugh she made the day she had pricked her own nose with a blade of grass. He could only shake his head in response.

"Bang... Bang!"

"Ugh!" "Ugh!"

A few strange sounds were followed by figures too blurred to follow clearly. Then, five or six large men were all clutching their stomachs and kneeling down, their faces slick with cold sweat. As for Qiangzi’s wail, it had never ceased; it was likely his finger was no longer his own.

"Come on, let's play a game of 'Little Soldiers Catch the Thief,'" Murong Lianxue announced. This single sentence caused the men kneeling on the ground—faces shifting from disbelief to dawning terror—to tremble violently. Yet, what followed next gave them an even stronger urge to die, as they realized they couldn't even manage a little girl.

"Whoever is pointed out as a 'soldier,' or whoever is pointed out as the 'thief,' must break a finger..." Murong Lianxue waved her delicate little hand toward the thugs, smiling with an expression utterly devoid of malice.

"Good heavens..." Fatty Lin and the others muttered amongst themselves. "This ancestress... Oh my god, I need to offend her less in the future, or I’ll be the one suffering. Why are all the women around Brother Yi so demonic?"

"Enough," Yang Yi said, stepping in before Murong Lianxue could take things too far. The area was already becoming extremely crowded, with more and more people gathering. If things escalated too dramatically, it would surely draw unnecessary trouble. "Perhaps you all should just confess obediently, or my little sister here might actually 'strengthen your spleen and invigorate your kidneys' for you."

"Fine. Fine. I’ll talk, I’ll talk..." Qiangzi could bear the pain no longer. His finger was already broken; if he didn't get to a hospital soon, it would truly be ruined.

"Then hurry up and speak!" Fatty Lin barked coldly. This punk had made him trip earlier; damn it, why would he be polite to him now?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qiangzi flinched, suppressing the agony radiating from his hand. "That Wang Xiao'er over there paid us to come and cause trouble for you."

"Wang Xiao'er?" Liu Qingqing couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows. She had some vague recollection of that name, but only just a sliver of memory.

"Where is he?" Yang Yi asked urgently when he heard the name Wang Xiao'er.

"He's right there... Ugh, that bastard." Qiangzi’s face changed instantly, and in his mind, he had already thoroughly cursed Wang Xiao'er’s entire female ancestry.

Yang Yi’s expression immediately turned cold. He had briefly used his Mind Reading skill and confirmed the man was not lying. "You’re from the underworld, which faction do you belong to?"

Hearing this, the thugs seemed to find a comforting excuse, and Qiangzi did the same. He thought to himself, How could I forget this? Damn it, if these people are so tough, let’s use our background to scare them.

"Hm?" Yang Yi frowned, finding the situation increasingly interesting. "Speak!"

"Haha, haha!" The group of burly men suddenly stood up with eerie laughter, their faces turning savage. "We’ll tell you this: be smart and let us go. Otherwise, if our boss from the Black God Gang finds out, hah, don't say I didn't warn you—your entire family will be wiped out..."

"The Black God Gang?" A wave of shock washed over everyone, especially Han Zhong and Feng Shi. Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, and Ye Xiaohou, however, lowered their heads.

Yang Yi’s expression shifted drastically. The Black God Gang? Damn it, those sons of bitches. His icy gaze swept over Feng Shi and Han Zhong. Feeling Yang Yi’s sharp look, the two shuddered involuntarily, their bodies beginning to tremble.

"It's over; this time I’ve truly made an unforgivable mistake," Han Zhong felt ready to die. For someone like this to surface among the Black God Gang, which he had painstakingly managed, and understanding why Yang Yi was furious now, he knew the gravity of the situation.

Murong Lianxue, however, looked at Yang Yi with confusion. "Brother Yi, isn't the Black God Gang your Black God Gang?"

"You lot, I ask you, how can your Black God Gang have members like you? And which subordinate do you report to?" Yang Yi asked, radiating killing intent. This was truly a serious matter. His own Black God Gang harboring such scum was extremely serious.

As the saying went, an empire stands only because of its people; the same applied to the Black God Gang. If members used the gang's name to bully the weak and oppress the good, where would the organization stand? Yang Yi absolutely would not allow such a thing. Although outer-ring members required vetting to advance to primary or advanced ranks, Yang Yi had clearly made solid arrangements for supervising the outer-ring members. So why was this happening today?

Hearing Yang Yi’s question, the group of thugs froze. They had just heard Murong Lianxue suggest the Black God Gang wasn't his. They couldn't process that statement for a moment, but seeing Yang Yi’s ferocious expression and feeling an inexplicable dread in their own hearts, Qiangzi finally spoke: "We are outer-ring members of the Black God Gang, subordinate to Boss Lin Bai."

"Lin Bai?" Yang Yi jolted, a flicker of fury flashing in his eyes.

Lin Bai had been captured by Han Zhong after the annihilation of the Eagle Gang's headquarters. After much negotiation, Lin Bai had reluctantly submitted to the Black God Gang. Yang Yi highly valued him, recognizing his capability. Therefore, Yang Yi entrusted him with managing the outer-ring members of the Black God Gang—a position with less authority, perhaps, but one that surpassed his previous status as one of the four hall masters of the Wolf Gang. (Satisfying, a major mystery revealed, surge forward!)

"You all go back and tell Lin Bai to meet me at the Black God Gang headquarters tonight. Tell him the Dragon Lord summoned him."

"The Dragon Lord?" Qiangzi was stunned, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He knew what that name meant. No, not just him; the faces of the other thugs behind him had turned the color of liver and blood.

"Now get out! You've disgraced the Black God Gang!" Fatty Lin roared, glaring at the thugs with eyes full of murderous intent.

"Ugh... Poof!" The thugs scrambled out in a desperate, pathetic retreat.

Yang Yi remained silent, merely taking a deep breath before stepping out.

"Brother Yi, wait for Lianxue!" Murong Lianxue didn't understand why Yang Yi’s face had suddenly turned cold, but seeing him leave, she quickly followed.

"Boss, Brother Yi!" Xu Ming and the others called out, following Yang Yi out as well.

Li Qian merely glanced at Feng Shi and Han Zhong, who were sighing deeply, and said, "Let's go too. Brother Yi is probably in a terrible mood right now."

"Sigh," Han Zhong let out a long breath. He truly had neglected matters concerning the outer-ring members. This time, things had probably escalated severely.

"Qian'er, you go back to school with Classmate Liu first. I’ll find you tomorrow," Yang Yi’s expression remained stern.

"No need, I can go back by myself," Liu Qingqing replied.

"How about this: I’ll take you back," Xu Ming quickly offered. "I’m worried it won't be safe for you to go back alone."

"Okay," Liu Qingqing softly agreed.

Seeing that Li Qian showed no intention of leaving, Yang Yi simply instructed Han Zhong, "You drive third brother and Classmate Liu back. Use my car."

"Yes!" Han Zhong’s expression flickered, and then he went to get the car.

Thus, the atmosphere, which had moments ago been joyous, suddenly turned intensely cold. For Yang Yi, today’s events, while seemingly small, touched upon a deeply serious core issue. It was the classic case of 'one rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel.' A gang was like a fortress; if its foundation was unstable, how could one ever dream of dominating the national underworld, let alone the entire world?