Yang Yi walked out of the room and said to Li Qian, "Qian'er, you stay with Shi'er today; I might be gone for a few days!"

"En, Yi, be careful," Li Qian whispered softly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Yang Yi smiled faintly, giving the potential danger of his destination no heed, merely dismissing it with a slight smile.

After breakfast, Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, Ye Xiaohou, Feng Shi, and several others were waiting in Yang Yi's office, as if they were preparing to leave for somewhere together.

Yang Yi entered his office, saw they were all ready, and couldn't help but smile lightly, saying, "You all really plan on coming with me?"

"Of course, is that even a question?" Xu Ming replied with a grin.

"Exactly, Boss! You can't be so unkind, always trying to leave us behind," Ye Xiaohou grumbled.

Fatty Lin rolled his eyes at the other two and said, "Brother Yi, how many people are you planning to take with you to Myanmar this time?"

"Heh..." Yang Yi chuckled, fully aware that this trip to Myanmar carried a certain degree of risk. "Third brother, fourth brother, I know your intentions, but you can't come this time!"

"Why?" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming questioned simultaneously.

"Because it's genuinely too dangerous there, and I have other tasks for you to handle!" Yang Yi smiled coolly and gestured to Feng Shi, "Give them the documents!"

"Yes!" Feng Shi immediately handed a set of files to Xu Ming and the others.

"These are training materials for the Black God Gang's junior and senior members. Over this summer break, you’ll need to act as instructors there. Of course, you should use this opportunity to boost your own strength!"

"Uh!" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming understood Yang Yi's concerns; this trip to Myanmar was no joke, so they could only nod in agreement.

"Then... Brother Yi, what about me?" Fatty Lin asked.

"You? You're learning the same martial arts as me. So, just train according to what I’ve laid out. Your strength should see a significant leap this summer. Naturally, you'll be managing the Black God Gang in my absence. I'll be taking the Ten Army Generals and Lianxue with me to Myanmar. To guard against unforeseen accidents, Zhou Hu and Uncle Han will assist you!" Yang Yi nodded to him; his childhood companion was now poised to pursue his own ambitions.

Fatty Lin grasped Yang Yi's meaning and thought to himself, Yes, this is where it truly begins—our triad, the underworld dynasty.

"Yanran, have the Ten Army Generals been assembled?" Yang Yi asked Feng Shi.

"Yes, Young Master, they are waiting at the airport."

"Oh, and how many Black God Guards are currently in England?"

"Roughly over three thousand!"

"Good. Keep a close watch on the Laizai family's movements, and if you discover anything, have them notify me immediately!" A sinister glint flashed in Yang Yi's eyes as he spoke nonchalantly.

"Understood!"

"Lianxue?" Yang Yi called softly toward the doorway.

"Brother Yi, I'm here!" Murong Lianxue adorably climbed onto Yang Yi's back, her small face nestled affectionately against him, asking, "Brother Yi, when do we leave?"

"Hmm, we are leaving shortly." Yang Yi paused after speaking, then turned to Fatty Lin. "Fatty, unleash your full potential. We no longer have the luxury of time, and I believe other gangs across Huaxia are starting to stir. To them, the Black God Gang is undoubtedly a ticking time bomb. Trust yourself!"

"En, rest assured, Brother Yi! As long as I am here, the Black God Gang endures!" Fatty Lin declared firmly.

Seeing his resolute expression, Yang Yi couldn't help but smile, teasing, "Watch your words; it sounds like I won't be returning from this trip!"

It must be said that Yang Yi’s objective in Myanmar was essentially to conclude a major deal. And once that deal was settled, he would likely head straight to Country R, as he had promised Miyamoto Sakura, hadn't he?

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At the A City Airport.

A youth stepped out of a car, dressed in impeccably tailored black casual wear. He still sported that slightly messy shock of hair and a face perhaps a shade too pale, though now tinged with a healthier glow.

"Young Master, they are just ahead!" A beautiful woman also exited the car and said to the youth.

"Mmm," the youth responded and walked toward the airport entrance.

The airport was noisy—perhaps airports always were—but this cacophony stirred a deep current within the youth's heart. He glanced at the nine figures standing in the distance, and his signature, familiar smile played on his lips.

"We greet the Dragon Lord!"

"Enough. Let's board the plane first."

"Yes!"

The group consisted of eleven people—no, more accurately, twelve. Because one was already concealed within the very air, clinging lazily to the youth's back, refusing to dismount.

Departure for Southeast Asia!

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At the Black God Gang's commercial headquarters, Fatty Lin looked at the thick stack of documents and couldn't help but feel a pang of awe. "I never realized how hard Brother Yi worked before. This documentation is exhausting just to look at!"

"Second brother, stop sighing," Ye Xiaohou said, sounding either complaining or utterly frustrated.

"Seriously, I really wish I could have gone with Boss this time, sigh—!" Xu Ming lamented.

"Stop wishing, the both of you. Brother Yi leaving now means the Black God Gang is close to declaring war on the national underworld. Do you think what we're doing now can still be treated as child's play?" Fatty Lin scolded them, rolling his eyes.

"The Dragon Gang and the Qing Gang in South China, the Crown Prince Party in the North, plus all the major and minor, insignificant factions in between—it is indeed a headache," Ye Xiaohou mused thoughtfully.

"The entire East China region is practically territory of the Black God Gang now; it might take us a bit longer to..."

Before Xu Ming could finish, Fatty Lin cut in, "Do you two... want to achieve something significant to show Brother Yi before he returns?"

"Second brother, what do you mean?" Ye Xiaohou looked at him and asked.

"Exactly. If you two surpass what's detailed in the documents Brother Yi gave you, and I exceed the projections, we must secure East China entirely for the Black God Gang. In essence, we must establish an unshakeable foothold in the national underworld. This effort is mandatory," Fatty Lin stated calmly.

"Haha, we get it,"

Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

A fellow who was already ambitious now seemed to reveal the full extent of it. The other two, who had previously drifted through life aimlessly, now felt the turning wheel of fate, and their own ambitions began to sharpen ferociously.

In the distant region of Southeast Asia, Myanmar stood out as a small, relatively unsophisticated nation.

Yet, this country was a hub for countless illicit goods: drugs, weaponry, and even raw materials like crystal, pearls, and coal mines. It truly had everything.

Myanmar could be described as a complex and dangerous nation. But why did so few people—or more directly, no police—attempt to govern it? The reason was simple: Myanmar was borderless and geographically close to Vietnam, a region notorious for constant conflict. Therefore, Yang Yi would undoubtedly face numerous difficulties on this trip.

"Tatarid?" In the car, the youth in casual Western suits was undoubtedly Yang Yi. He glanced at the materials, and a chilling smile touched his lips.

"Brother Dragon Lord, this Tatarid is a warlord dominating this Southeast Asian area," Feng Jiu asked softly.

"En! Everyone be vigilant this time. If negotiations fail, follow my command. Maintain twelve parts alertness!" Yang Yi instructed.

"Yes!" the group responded.

"Dragon Lord, your subordinate has a question, may I ask it?" Long Yi inquired.

"Go ahead."

"How exactly does the Dragon Lord plan to converse with Tatarid? That man is inherently greedy for lust and money. We didn't bring much cash on this trip—only ten million. Will that be enough to purchase ten thousand sets of equipment?" Long Yi, indeed one of the sharpest minds among the Ten Army Generals, had pinpointed the unspoken doubt of the others.

"Heh heh, there is nothing that cannot be done in this world; only things that haven't been conceived," Yang Yi offered a deliberately mysterious smile before continuing, "This time, I will use this ten million to buy ten thousand sets of equipment. I want to see what Tatarid can possibly do to me?"

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A jumble of incoherent language suddenly erupted. A Burmese man, clad in a green military uniform, his face completely blackened and marked with streaks of red, gray, and green paint, stood atop a wooden scaffold nearly twenty meters high. After lowering his binoculars, he spoke to his companion nearby.

"@#%#……￥&#…" His companion replied, then quickly scrambled down the scaffold, hurried into a large bamboo hut, and reported to a slightly stout, short middle-aged man. "General, three black sedans and three vans are heading our way!"

"Oh?" The middle-aged man, who had been lazily eating yellow durians, paused at his subordinate's report and grunted dismissively. "First, sound the alarm to verify if they are friend or foe!"

"Yes, General!" The subordinate acknowledged and immediately dashed out. He signaled a cross sign with his arms to the soldier on the scaffold. Understanding the military hand signal, the soldier pulled down a yellow flag hanging beside the scaffold, and suddenly, a barrage of gunfire erupted!