Just as Ye Xiaohou let out a startled cry and the bullet struck the chandelier, a strange sound suddenly erupted: "Shu-shu!"

"Thwack!" The masked man who had fired collapsed, a throwing knife embedded deep in his chest.

Underneath the chandelier, Brother Da A, who had just jumped clear, showed no hesitation. He raised his gun and unleashed a torrent of fire upwards: "Da-da-da!" A barrage of shots rang out—"Crack-snap!"—shattering every single bulb on the chandelier.

"Damn, that was close!" Yang Yi staggered to regain his footing, cursing under his breath. If he hadn't been fast enough just now, instantly gathering momentum to leap towards the second floor, he would have truly ended up as a pincushion.

"Damn you, bastard!" Seeing that Yang Yi was safe, Ye Xiaohou immediately grabbed his own gun and unleashed a furious barrage at Brother Da A!

"Ugh—!" Brother Da A fell, riddled with countless bullets, his eyes wide with unconcealed resentment.

The speed at which events unfolded didn't allow the people in the hall, covering their ears and trembling, a moment to react. Leng Nan, who had been watching Yang Yi the whole time, was inwardly horrified, and a question arose in his mind: "Who exactly are these people? Even the bodyguards aren't this formidable."

"It should be over now," the middle-aged man beside Leng Nan cried out inwardly.

What he didn't know was that in this particular game, these masked men had no concept of a leader; they were individuals. Anyone who could secure the pay and complete any task was free to live happily ever after—but the prerequisite was completion. Failure meant the consequences needed no overthinking.

"Damn it, hit them hard!" an arrogantly loud voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Da-da-da!" The sound of gunfire followed immediately.

While the fierce battle raged here, at this very moment, not far from the Leng Family villa, nestled in a small Western-style restaurant, two young men sat on the second floor, watching the lights of the Leng villa with knowing smiles.

"It seems the time is nearly up," Wang Xiao'er said with a faint smile.

"Mm, it should be handled by now," Wang Shaodong glanced at Wang Xiaodong, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes, then beckoned to the large man beside him, "Go check the situation."

"Yes, Young Master!" the big man responded and started moving toward the stairs.

Wang Xiao'er casually glanced over, chuckling, "What, are you worried that group of people won't finish the job?"

"Heh, are you doubting my ability, or your own judgment? Besides, don't forget, you were the one who planned this whole thing," Wang Shaodong sneered internally. How could he not know what schemes Wang Xiao'er was plotting?

"No, I was just thinking, Cousin, surely you didn't actually put that five million into someone else's pocket? And people who are about to face execution, no less?" Wang Xiao'er said with a gentle, trickling laugh.

"Oh, you mean..." Wang Shaodong showed a moment of surprise.

"Yes, precisely that," Wang Xiao'er replied with a sunny grin.

"Young Master, there don't seem to be any unexpected incidents over there. There are still guards posted at the entrance," the big man reported flatly.

"Oh, I see," Wang Shaodong murmured thoughtfully, then looked at Wang Xiao'er and instructed the big man, "Call the police immediately. Tell them a group of convicts has escaped and is committing crimes at the Leng Family villa. Go now!"

"Yes!" Although the big man couldn't fathom why his Young Master suddenly changed tactics, as a subordinate, he could only follow orders.

"Heh heh, Cousin, this is getting more interesting!"

"But if we do this, what happens if those convicts manage to escape? And, we still haven't secured those three women, have we?"

"Mm, that's true. That’s why Cousin will have to make an appearance shortly."

"Me?" Wang Shaodong frowned, asking, "Why do I need to show up?"

He was completely unaware that he had already fallen into Wang Xiao'er's trap. No matter how clever he was, he never suspected that Wang Xiao'er had a fallback plan—though it was also true that sometimes, over-cleverness leads to one's undoing!

"We've arrived, Uncle Han. Have some men surround this place, and the rest will follow me inside!" At this moment, a stretch black sedan stopped outside the Leng villa. The one issuing orders from within was undoubtedly Feng Shi.

"Understood!" Han Zhong acknowledged. As he stepped out of the car and raised his hand, he spotted several figures approaching the Leng villa.

"What is it?" Feng Shi asked, confused.

"Nothing, they're probably with the other group!" Han Zhong made a swift decision, then waved his hand. From the dozen or so black vans behind them, a large contingent of Black God Guards poured out.

"Split into several teams and surround this villa!"

"Yes!" The Black God Guards and others received the order.

"Let's go!" Feng Shi said as she stepped out of the car.

"Hm? Haven't they secured the inside yet?" Wang Shaodong frowned, asking the masked men guarding the entrance.

Seeing who had arrived, the masked guards paused, their lips curling into grins. One of them said, "It should be almost done."

"Hmph, you can't even manage a task this small? How long has it been going on? Hmm?" Wang Shaodong's expression turned cold upon hearing their reply.

"We don't know that. We are only responsible for guarding the outside."

"Quick, go inside and look!" Wang Xiao'er seemed to sense something and urged them immediately.

No sooner had Wang Xiao'er finished speaking than a group of black-clad figures suddenly surged forth.

"Swish-swish!"...

"Drop your weapons," the Black God Guard's voice was chillingly cold, their daggers resting against the necks of Wang Shaodong and the others as they commanded.

Hearing the voice, Wang Shaodong jolted, feeling the icy edge of the blade against his throat. He asked with a trace of fear, "You are...?"

"Hmph, what business is it of yours who we are!" The Black God Guard pressed slightly harder with the dagger, offering no room for resistance, terrifying Wang Shaodong and the already trembling Wang Xiao'er.

"Don't, don't kill me! I am the son of the A City Police Chief! You can't kill me!" At this moment, Wang Shaodong cast aside all pretense. The previous cold, cunning smile vanished completely, replaced only by stark terror.

To him, these black-clad figures were extremely dangerous—more so than the men facing execution. The aura they exuded was simply too perilous.

Feng Shi frowned upon hearing this. "You all watch these few people. The rest follow me inside!"

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, inside the villa's main hall, to avoid seeming overly bloody or utterly unbelievable, the fewer than ten remaining masked men stood frozen, weapons still clutched in their hands, yet trembling uncontrollably, their eyes fixed in terror upon the three figures who had discarded their weapons.

"Boss, that nearly scared me to death just now. I thought you were going to turn into a pincushion!" Ye Xiaohou chuckled lightly.

"Haha, Fourth Brother, you worry about yourself more than Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin roared with laughter.

Yang Yi pouted, paying no mind to their banter. He merely stared with interest at the remaining masked men. "You two, seeing that these ten guys are already..."

"Young Master!"

Before Yang Yi could finish, Feng Shi's voice carried over. She looked around the hall with a puzzled expression, taking in the scene... "Sigh, I suppose I was worried for nothing."

"Oh! You're here!" Yang Yi clapped his hands and suddenly addressed the ten remaining masked men. "Listen up, I suggest you obediently put down your weapons and answer a few questions for me, otherwise..."

"Swish!" The masked men immediately dropped the guns in their hands without hesitation. Damn it, what was the point of resisting? These three youths in front of them had already crippled most of their brothers, and now these newly arrived black-clad figures made resistance unthinkable. Consequently, they all spoke toward Yang Yi: "We know what you want to ask. As long as you let us go, we will tell you who ordered this."

"Oh ho?" Yang Yi smiled wickedly. "Very forthcoming. Go on then, tell me which bastard ordered you. Speak up!"

"It was Bureau Chief Wang's son, Wang Shaodong, and a person named Wang Xiao'er!"

"Wang Xiao'er?" Yang Yi frowned upon hearing the name. "Damn it, that Wang Xiao'er again?"

"Wang Shaodong?" Leng Nan muttered upon hearing the name.

And it wasn't just him; Leng Yue, who was hiding nearby, felt the same, though hers was mixed with a surge of anger—after all, this was her birthday party, held in her own Leng Family villa.

"Brother Yi, what should we do now?" Fatty Lin asked.

"Mm?" Yang Yi responded by leaping down to where Li Qian and Xia Shiyun stood, asking, "Are you two terrified?"

"We're fine, it's just..."

"Hehe, relax. Leave this to the master of the house. I believe those masked men won't be causing much more trouble."

"Young Master, we've apprehended a few people outside. One of them claimed to be the Police Chief's son. What should we do?"

"Good! Well done!" Yang Yi exclaimed loudly, then ordered, "Bring them all in here."

"Yes!" Feng Shi acknowledged, waving toward the Black God Guards behind her.

The people in the hall slowly began to stand up, a deeply perplexing question lingering in their minds: Who exactly was this youth? Not only had he led two young men to nearly beat the intruders half to death, but the people who arrived afterward seemed even more extraordinary.