Director Wang glanced at Yang Yi, who had already walked out of the Leng family villa, then swept his gaze across the entire hall before slowly squatting down, picking up Wang Shaodong, who was unable to speak due to the pain. He gestured with his head to the other police officers beside him, signaling them to carry Wang Xiao'er out as well; his figure appeared utterly defeated.

Everyone witnessed it, and inexplicably, a sense of heaviness washed over them. For a father, having a child's neck broken felt like a scar carved into their hearts.

Yet, the fate that Wang Shaodong and Wang Xiao'er met could be considered well-deserved. "Who exactly is he?

The Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang? That shouldn't be enough to make a Director fearful, should it?" Leng Nan mused inwardly, instinctively glancing towards Leng Yue, who was slowly approaching, as if seeking an answer from her.

Regrettably—from beginning to end, Leng Yue also held a mysterious feeling towards Yang Yi. She couldn't know too much about him, so she merely raised her hand in helplessness.

A conspiracy that felt somewhat like a prank was drawing to a close. In the car, Yang Yi remained silent, only the glint of cold light flickering in his eyes.

After a long moment, he spoke to Feng Shi, who was driving: "Stop the car...!" "Uh! Yes!" Feng Shi paused, momentarily stunned.

"Send the girls back to the Black God Gang first, be careful!" Yang Yi said, narrowing his eyes. "Yes!" Feng Shi was absolutely obedient to Yang Yi's commands.

Just as Yang Yi was about to alight, Xu Ming and the others urgently called out, "Boss!" Yang Yi turned back with a look of confusion, saw their worried expressions, and couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I don't take these pieces of trash seriously, and with Lian Xue here, the two of us are enough." "This..." Xu Ming and the others fell silent.

Although they could sense the presence of danger, ultimately, the gap in strength was too significant, and they couldn't help but think, "My own strength is still too weak!" Perhaps it was precisely this thought that made them even more taciturn. "Don't worry...

I'll take care of Brother Yi! Hehe, my fists are quite tough, you know," Murong Lian Xue suddenly appeared, playfully showing her small pink fists to Xu Ming and the others.

"Uh—hehe!" "Yi, be careful!" Li Qian also seemed to sense something, saying to Yang Yi. "Alright, you and Shiyun return to the Black God Gang headquarters with Yanran," Yang Yi finished, closed the car door, moved to his own vehicle, and nodded to Han Zhong.

"I understand, Young Master!" Han Zhong pressed the car door, allowing Yang Yi and Murong Lian Xue, who had once again concealed herself in the air, to enter. "Let's start with a leisurely stroll with the dogs!" The corner of his mouth curled up into a playful smile.

Yang Yi suddenly snorted coldly, "Today will serve as the final provocation from your Black Dragon Society declaring war on me." Under Han Zhong's control, the pitch-black car shot past all other vehicles, speeding rapidly down the road. "Hmm?

Did he discover us?" A man in black, wearing black clothing and half his face covered, whispered softly amidst the air. "Possibly.

For now, let's not worry about that; follow him." "Yes!" "Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh!..." Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through the space. Fatty Lin squinted, staring intently at the car roof, cursing under his breath, "Damn their mothers, these sons of bitches keep coming to die.

Do they really not know why they're so eager to establish a foothold in Huaxia!" "Huaxia has deep roots, and you know it's one of the largest countries globally. For those Japanese, whether it was in the past or now, establishing a foothold in Huaxia isn't something achieved overnight," Ye Xiaohou said, though his expression was grave, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Xu Ming also interjected from the side, "I heard from my old man back then that the R-country Black Dragon Society and the Yamaguchi-gumi are organizations with significant regional influence." "Yes, I've heard of that too. The Miyamoto family has a long history in Japan, possessing various established clans; their strength cannot be underestimated." "I fear the Black Dragon Society has truly pushed Brother Yi's patience to the limit this time.

I originally thought there would be some back-and-forth struggle with them, but I don't know if Brother Yi will bother playing games with them now!" Fatty Lin's face was gloomy, a faint, hidden smile playing on his lips, which Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming understood completely. The only one who didn't understand was Xia Shiyun.

She didn't know much about Yang Yi, only that he was a scoundrel and the boss of a criminal gang. As for the Black Dragon Society and similar organizations, she probably only saw them on television.

It turned out that ever since leaving the Leng family villa, Yang Yi had sensed that he was being watched—a sensation he found extremely annoying. If it were someone he cared for, it might be different, but the observer was male, and worse, a damned Japanese.

The reason Yang Yi separated from Fatty Lin and the others was precisely because he knew these Japanese were targeting him. Back with Yang Yi, Murong Lian Xue, who was still hidden in the air, asked doubtfully, "Brother Yi, are those Japanese from last time working with these people?" "En!" Yang Yi turned his head to glance at the faintly visible Murong Lian Xue.

"Oh, so this time, can we kill them?" "Heh heh!" Yang Yi understood why Murong Lian Xue said that. For a powerful individual, facing opponents too weak is boring.

But against formidable opponents, one deeply craves a fight to the death. Since experiencing it once before, Yang Yi naturally knew the benefits, but what was gained was often accompanied by greater loss...

"This time, Lian Xue, you can really let loose with your fists!" "Oh yeah!" Murong Lian Xue clapped her small hands excitedly and exclaimed. "En!" Yang Yi pondered for a moment, then said to Han Zhong, who was driving, "Slow the car down a bit, otherwise, they won't be able to keep up, and it won't be much fun." "Yes, Young Master!" Han Zhong replied, gradually reducing the speed.

On the vast road, a pitch-black car moved sometimes fast, sometimes slow, pursued by more than a dozen figures. These figures leaped from utility poles, treetops, and flickered everywhere—a posture, as the name implies, only ninjas would adopt.

Indeed, these were the Shadow Ninjas of the R-country Black Dragon Society, and the skill level of these individuals was an entire grade higher than the previous group, numbering over a dozen. Among them was a scantily clad woman ninja whose face radiated killing intent; her true strength was immeasurable.

"What's ahead?" Yang Yi suddenly asked, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "That's the highway leading to Jiangsu!" Han Zhong replied.

"Stop the car a little further up. Playing games for too long gets tiresome.

Time to bring out the excitement," Yang Yi smiled faintly, and a subtle change appeared in both his eyes, hinting at a somewhat bloodthirsty tendency. "Yes!" Seventeen Shadow Ninjas, roughly at the Xuan-level Grandmaster level, their figures flickering wildly.

Their application of the Five Elements arts was integrated into their ninja techniques, thoroughly humiliating the prestige of the Four Great Sects of the current era. He recalled how, in ancient times, the Eastern Islanders stole countless martial arts manuals from our Huaxia, and how they had developed up to this point.

Thinking of this made Yang Yi extremely displeased—not only because he was currently the leader of the Xuan Sect but also because, as a descendant of Yan and Huang, he could not allow these people to desecrate his national arts in this manner. "Stop!" Yang Yi suddenly changed his tone, his voice turning icy.

He drew his soft sword and laughed with a predatory gleam. "Captain, ahead..." A ninja suddenly stopped moving and called out to his captain.

"En, everyone be alert. This man is not simple, and our Lord commanded that if we fail the mission, we return with our heads.

Therefore, for our Yamato race, for our Miyamoto clan, and for the Black Dragon Society to gain a foothold in Huaxia, show your courage!" The ninja captain also stopped and shouted to the dozen or so ninjas behind him. "Yes!" Yang Yi watched the disturbance in the air, his eyes slowly filling with a blood-red glow, and he shouted menacingly, "Stop hiding and dodging, you sons of bitches!

Come out, you Japanese mongrels! Damn it, today I'll kill one for every one of you, and I'll take on two if they show up!" "Baka!" An angry shout erupted.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh!"... Silhouettes flashed, accompanied by a strange friction sound, bizarrely apparent.

In just one second, the dozen or so figures surrounded Yang Yi and his group. "Young Master!" Han Zhong stepped to Yang Yi's side.

"Here, use this. Be careful.

Although your strength is comparable to theirs, as they say, two fists are no match for four hands." Yang Yi, trembling slightly, handed the soft sword to Han Zhong. "Young Master..." Han Zhong wanted to fight bare-handed, but seeing Yang Yi's body trembling with excitement, he was deeply shocked.

It was the first time he had seen his Dragon Lord, his Young Master, so intensely excited. "Lian Xue, be ready," Yang Yi grinned eerily, pulling out a dagger and licking the blade with a bloodthirsty air, narrowing his eyes at the ninjas holding pitch-black spikes before him.

"En!" Murong Lian Xue's voice echoed strangely. This immediately stunned the ninjas surrounding Yang Yi and the others—how could someone be concealed in the air without them detecting it at all?

"Be careful, there are experts among this group! Kill them!" the ninja captain commanded, and his figure immediately moved.

"Ah—ah!" A group of ninjas shouted in unison and rushed towards Yang Yi and the others to attack.