Fatty Lin and the others immediately hung their heads, standing awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

Yang Yi shot them a sharp glare, then sat down on the sofa and addressed the ninja woman, "Please, have a seat."

"Understood," the female ninja replied before sitting down as well.

"Yanran, bring up some wine, would you?" Yang Yi said calmly.

"Yes, Young Master!" Yanran responded, her gaze instinctively flickering toward the scantily clad female ninja. Her thoughts remained hidden.

It wasn't just her; the other three also began to wonder if this woman was Japanese, and if so, why Yang Yi would allow her here. While her revealing attire was undoubtedly a fatal draw for any lecher, it was that pair of slightly melancholic eyes that was truly deadly.

"Tap, tap!" Yang Yi's fingers drummed a strange rhythm on the sofa. He slightly closed his eyes, which had returned to their normal appearance, a bizarre aura emanating from him. Murong Lianxue leaned against him, seemingly exhausted, and had already fallen fast asleep.

It was hardly surprising; she had suffered quite a bit at the hands of this female ninja earlier that evening. Despite possessing the martial arts of a hundred schools and holding the rank of Grandmaster of the Mysterious Mechanism Sect, her opponent was no pushover, her strength nearly matching Yang Yi's own.

Feeling Murong Lianxue's warm body temperature, a flicker of tenderness rose in Yang Yi’s heart. He affectionately stroked her somewhat long hair and looked up at her pale face, thinking silently, This girl is utterly worn out.

After some time, the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous. The female ninja glanced at Yang Yi, an inexplicable tremor stirring within her. How could this man be so mercurial? Outside, he was like a bloodthirsty god of war, yet now he was as gentle as an elder brother.

It was then that Feng Shi entered with the wine, pouring a glass for Yang Yi before standing quietly to the side.

"Speak," Yang Yi said with a faint smile, picking up the red wine from the table and taking a sip. "Tell me about this 'deal' you mentioned. I'd like to see what kind of trade could spare your life."

"Hmm?" The female ninja gave a faint smile, then her expression instantly turned serious. She glanced at the group standing behind Yang Yi. "As everyone here knows, you must have a good grasp of what I mentioned regarding the Miyamoto family by now?"

"I regret to inform you that I know quite a bit about the Miyamoto family, but how does that relate to the deal you propose?" Yang Yi watched her with veiled interest.

"The Miyamoto family is a lineage passed down since antiquity. They hold significant influence in both politics and the underground world. Both the Yamaguchi-gumi and the government regard the Miyamoto family with immense caution. However, the Miyamoto family has always existed in a state of 'Soul Severance'."

"Soul Severance?" Yang Yi frowned, looking at her doubtfully.

"Soul Severance means the central power structure of the Miyamoto family is slowly being monopolized. To put it plainly, there are internal problems within the Miyamoto family. That is why I need your assistance—to put it directly, I need cooperation."

"This is your supposed deal?"

Hearing Yang Yi's question, she seemed to realize he was slowly becoming invested. "Yes, that is it."

"But... what does this have to do with you?" Yang Yi had already guessed at some shadows lurking beneath the surface.

"Before we get into the main topic, allow me to introduce myself. My real name is Miyamoto Sakurako!"

"Miyamoto Sakurako?" Yang Yi murmured the name, thinking internally, Just as I suspected!

"As all of you sitting here suspect, I am the daughter of the current Patriarch of the Miyamoto family."

At this revelation, not only did Yang Yi's expression shift, but even Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming, who were most informed, had drastic changes on their faces. The Miyamoto family was an unrivaled power in Japan. While the Yamaguchi-gumi could compare, they were a legitimate yakuza organization; the Miyamoto family was not.

"Go on, state your objective directly. My time is very precious," Yang Yi said with a cold smile, taking another sip of wine while continuing to stroke the hair of the sleeping Murong Lianxue. His doting affection for her was unquestionable; later, when Murong Lianxue was injured by the Vatican, Yang Yi would lead an army against them—a bloody conflict that would be a tale for another time, best left unsaid.

Returning to the present, Miyamoto Sakurako was indeed strange. If she was the daughter of the Miyamoto Patriarch, why seek a deal with Yang Yi and personally attempt to assassinate him? It was hard to reconcile.

And as Yang Yi noted, his time was precious. The arms dealing plan he had arranged earlier hadn't even been set in motion when the Miyamoto family suddenly erupted, which certainly surprised Yang Yi.

"I understand. Then I will speak plainly," Miyamoto Sakurako slowly laid out the situation.

It turned out that the Miyamoto Patriarch, Miyamoto Eiichiro, had passed away; the cause of death remained unknown. Miyamoto Sakurako was his illegitimate daughter. Since Miyamoto Eiichiro had no sons, the sect was temporarily managed by the Elder figures of the family.

Miyamoto Sakurako hadn't simply claimed the position of Patriarch based on being Eiichiro's daughter. She knew her father's death was suspicious—at least, she currently suspected he was assassinated by someone within the Miyamoto family itself.

Within the Miyamoto family, there were two main factions: the Ninja faction, dedicated to assassination and covert operations, and the Political faction, which, as the name suggested, focused on controlling Japan's economy and political relationships.

The reason Miyamoto Sakurako was currently operating as a high-ranking Ninja Shadow was to uncover the truth behind her father's death. But the more she investigated, the angrier she became, developing deep resentment toward both the Miyamoto family and the Black Dragon Society, wishing the Miyamoto family would vanish from R Country entirely.

This was because the Miyamoto family was now almost entirely controlled by the Elders. Not only did the aged desire greater power, but the older they got, the more they craved it, considering the Miyamoto family's immense influence in R Country. What truly infuriated her was that the family's current power structure was vastly different from when Miyamoto Eiichiro was alive; it was clear there had been a betrayal.

"That is the general situation," Miyamoto Sakurako concluded, staring intensely at Yang Yi, who wore a faint smile, clearly nervous now.

"You mean you want me to help you reclaim the Miyamoto family?" Yang Yi was inwardly stunned. He hadn't expected this and asked with confusion.

"Yes, that is what I mean. Of course, if you help me reclaim the Miyamoto family and allow me to become the Patriarch, the future Miyamoto family will belong to your Black God Gang..."

Damn, an outright deal. This benefit was immense. The entire Miyamoto family was comparable to the entire Yamaguchi-gumi, and they held significant political standing in R Country. If Yang Yi agreed and succeeded in meeting Miyamoto Sakurako's demands, it would undoubtedly be a massive boon for the Black God Gang, providing an absolute fortress for their future global underworld expansion.

However, Yang Yi paused his gesture toward the red wine, glancing at Miyamoto Sakurako. She seemed to understand his hesitation and quickly added, "Don't worry. Reclaiming the Miyamoto family shouldn't be difficult for your Black God Gang. I also have allies; currently, three Elders stand with me. Their loyalty is absolutely trustworthy—I guarantee it with my life. The only difficulty lies with the one leader; put simply, this rebellion within the Miyamoto family might have been orchestrated by him."

"Leader?" Yang Yi’s cold smile remained as he took a sip of wine and set the glass down. He picked up Murong Lianxue and walked a few steps before turning to Feng Shi. "Arrange a room for her to stay in for now," Yang Yi said casually.

"Yes!" Feng Shi acknowledged.

Miyamoto Sakurako was perplexed. Seeing Yang Yi about to leave, she immediately stood up and asked, "What? Don't you think this is the best opportunity for cooperation for your Black God Gang? If you help me, you can gain the entire Miyamoto family!"

"Uh-huh," Yang Yi stopped, smiling coldly inside. "If I don't help you, I can still gain the entire Miyamoto family. Do you believe that?"

"This—?" Miyamoto Sakurako froze. Right, based on her understanding of the Black God Gang, they certainly possessed the strength to take down the Miyamoto family. But could he mobilize such a force so quickly? The Miyamoto family was an ancient lineage, and they were in Japan, after all!

Yet, she seemed unwilling to give up. "I admit, even without my help, you could still conquer the Miyamoto family. But that is R Country's territory, not Huaxia. The biggest question is, how much do you truly know about the Miyamoto family?"

"Hmph, show some self-respect. Someone begging for my help shouldn't speak to me with a tone of threat. Otherwise, the consequences could be severe!" Yang Yi snorted, his aura of chilling killing intent suddenly surging, his demonic eyes sweeping over Miyamoto Sakurako.