Yang Yi wore a contemplative expression, and after an indeterminate time, he finally spoke slowly, “You all go down and make the arrangements first!”

“Yes!” Han Zhongyi and the others responded before taking their leave.

Just then, Xu Ming walked in from outside, calling out, “Boss!”

“Uh—!” Yang Yi paused in surprise. Seeing the sheer delight radiating from the young man, he teased, “Looks like someone’s buying us drinks tonight.”

“Holy crap, feeling cocky, are we?” Ye Xiaohou shot Xu Ming a mischievous look.

It wasn't just him; Fatty Lin and Li Qian shared the same sentiment. Seeing everyone focused on him, a chill crept up Xu Ming’s spine, an almost cornered feeling. But since he was in a great mood today, Xu Ming generously laughed, “Fine, my treat tonight! Everyone to the club for some dancing!”

“Sounds great! Rare generosity from the Third Brother today!” Fatty Lin chimed in with a laugh.

“Boss, aren’t you coming?” Xu Ming noticed Yang Yi merely smiling without joining in and asked, puzzled.

“Heh heh, someone’s sending me money; wouldn’t I be a jerk not to accept it?” Yang Yi grinned, feeling his mood finally lift a little. After all, his brother’s lifelong happiness and conjugal bliss seemed to be settling down. “But no need for dancing; let’s just go down for some drinks.”

“Deal… If we aren’t drunk enough by then, tonight we drink until we drop!” Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming both raised their hands in agreement.

Yang Yi glanced at them, thinking, I’m finally back, back to living a normal life!

Li Qian took Yang Yi’s hand. Her somewhat full bosom seemed to be seducing someone, the pressure perfectly measured. Yang Yi felt a stirring of desire and glanced at Li Qian.

She offered a slight smile and said, “Let’s go!”

“Uh, yeah!” Yang Yi responded, sounding slightly dazed.

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“My Lord!” A shadowy figure abruptly appeared before a middle-aged man with a stern face.

“Is there still no news of Taiken and the other two?” the middle-aged man demanded, his eyes wide.

“Sir… contact has been lost with the three of them.”

“Baka! Send people out immediately to investigate. Find out exactly what happened.”

“Yes!”

“Wait. You go personally this time. Take more men. I want to see who is running the Black God Gang now that my three Jōnin have vanished without a trace.” The middle-aged man seemed to be making a final, severe judgment, his eyes flashing with fierce intent.

“Yes!” The man in black vanished upon receiving the order.

However, the middle-aged man stood up, deep in thought. Suddenly, a strange glint flashed in his eyes. “You have arrived?”

“Yes, I greet my Lord!” A lithe figure suddenly materialized. This person was dressed rather revealingly; a pair of barely concealed breasts were bound by a black strip of cloth, and the area between her thighs was clearly visible. Although her face was hidden by a mask, judging by her overall appearance, she must be a beauty.

“Have you found the files?” the middle-aged man asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yes!” The shadow woman pulled a file from her robes and approached the middle-aged man, handing it over.

The middle-aged man took the file, scanned it quickly, and said, “You will accompany Kiyosue. As for what needs to be done, I shouldn’t need to tell you?”

“Yes, your subordinate understands.” The shadow woman shuddered slightly, and her entire form dissolved into the air.

After the shadow woman disappeared, the middle-aged man knelt back down. He studied the file for a moment, and then a cold light shot from his eyes as he muttered, “Twenty years ago, the Black God Gang slaughtered three thousand of my Black Dragon Society’s shadows. Now, the Black God Gang dares to kill my Black Dragon Society forces again and obstruct my advance into Huaxia? You, Yang Yitian, truly believe my Black Dragon Society is powerless? You couldn't destroy my Miyamoto family twenty years ago, and you still lack the strength now. Hmph!”

The middle-aged man snorted and flung the file away with a peculiar motion; the entire document instantly disintegrated into scraps of paper. This man was, in fact, the current Patriarch of the Miyamoto family, possessing absolute power in Japan, premised on his leadership of the Miyamoto clan. He had crossed swords with the elder Yang twenty years prior, ending in defeat, but the strength of the Black Dragon Society and the Miyamoto family was never in doubt.

Meanwhile, far away in Huaxia, Yang Yi remained oblivious that the Black Dragon Society had dispatched its top-tier shadows to Huaxia once more to establish a foothold, secretly sending an expert whose clear target was Yang Yi himself. The Black Dragon Society was serious this time. Yet, the Miyamoto family did not realize that the Black God Gang, capable of wiping out their presence in Huaxia twenty years ago, was now ushering in an era that would violently shake the Miyamoto family’s foundation.

“Come, cheers! Boss, we brothers have been restless and unable to sleep well because of you these past few days!” Xu Ming said with a smug grin.

“Exactly! Boss, you have to drink with us tonight! Damn it, we missed you so much. You can’t imagine, the entire Black God Gang practically tore the earth apart looking for you, but they still couldn't find you!” Ye Xiaohou added.

“Heh heh, that’s understandable; even I was confused back then—I actually drove into a private cavern,” Yang Yi replied with a mild smile.

“Come on—it’s all in the past; why talk about it? Tonight, we drink until we drop!” Fatty Lin stood up a little unsteadily, looking as if his back didn’t hurt one bit.

This earned Yang Yi a look of disdain. “Fatty, you know both you and I are immune to alcohol. Aren't you just setting up these two to be fooled by three wives?”

“Uh, haha, I forgot, I forgot!” Fatty Lin chuckled dismissively.

Thus, the evening passed amidst laughter. Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming eventually drank themselves into a stupor out of sheer excitement. Yang Yi, however, seemed strangely subdued, a sickly pale complexion showing a faint hint of intoxication—perhaps the saying, ‘The wine doesn't intoxicate, the person intoxicates themselves,’ applied.

“Sister-in-law, why don’t you help Brother Yi upstairs to rest? I’ll handle these two rascals,” Fatty Lin said with a slight smile.

Li Qian didn't speak, only nodding. She had been restraining herself and hadn't drunk much. She helped Yang Yi up, step by careful step, toward the upper floor. In less than a minute, she had guided him into his room.

After setting Yang Yi down on the bed, she glanced at Murong Lianxue sleeping nearby, smiled faintly, and whispered softly, “Tonight, you two siblings can have a sweet dream!” With that, Li Qian made to leave, but at that very moment, Yang Yi suddenly stood up and embraced her tightly from behind. Li Qian instantly felt an overwhelming sense of weakness envelop her.

“Yi!”

“Don’t leave tonight; stay with me!” Yang Yi breathed warm air by Li Qian’s ear in a hazy voice, causing her entire body to melt into his embrace.

Li Qian felt both nervous and expectant. After all, this rascal had tormented her enough; five months of longing had caused her untold suffering. Yang Yi pressed kisses against her earlobe, his one arm holding her fast while the other, perhaps a bit wickedly, began to roam over her heated body.

“Mmm… Yi, don’t… stop!” Li Qian felt Murong Lianxue stirring, on the verge of waking. If she saw them, wouldn't Li Qian be mortified?

Yang Yi ignored Li Qian’s soft protests, only increasing the pressure of his hand. Li Qian felt waves of stimulation coursing through her body, almost too much to contain. Her hands tightened around his neck, and she turned, offering her fiery, hot lips to his.

“Mm!” A moan that was not Li Qian’s own suddenly made both Yang Yi and Li Qian flinch, jolting them. They quickly looked toward Murong Lianxue on the bed. At that moment, they certainly looked guilty of infidelity.

“Bad boy, bad boy, you caused this!” Li Qian weakly pounded on Yang Yi’s chest.

But Yang Yi gave a strange smile, looking as if he were completely sober now. He pulled Li Qian against him and abruptly leaned back— “Ah!” Li Qian let out a small gasp, utterly startled by Yang Yi’s sudden movement.

“Shhh! Tsk, tsk!” Yang Yi signaled Li Qian to remain still and quiet.

Li Qian shot him a resentful look but remained silent, especially as she didn't want Murong Lianxue to witness her in this state.

“Hmm?” Murong Lianxue did indeed seem to stir. With a hazy movement, she sat up, scanned the room briefly, found no one there, and then, without a second thought, collapsed back onto the mattress.

“It’s all your fault, all…”

Before Li Qian could finish, Yang Yi sealed her lips with his own. A torrent of wet kissing left Li Qian nearly breathless, the sheer pleasure making it unforgettable. Though she sensed Yang’s hand had already trespassed into her forbidden territory, she trembled and allowed him to continue caressing her. And so, a couple who could have been openly affectionate were now like illicit lovers, sneaking around—especially since they were currently positioned under the bed, weren't they? (Heh heh! Don’t get carried away, I’m perfectly pure! Tsk, tsk!)