With the vehicle already far off, disappearing from sight, Tatari De sighed and walked inside, looking dejected, collapsing onto a chair and gasping for breath. "Black God Gang, Yang Yi? Truly interesting. It was fortunate I reacted quickly just now, otherwise I wouldn't have made it out of today alive."

Inside the car, Yang Yi looked grim, his thoughts concealed. Murong Lianxue, noticing his expression, couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows and ask, "Brother Yi, what's wrong?"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi responded, offering a faint smile before saying, "Nothing! Just remembering a few things."

"Dragon Lord, are you worried that Tatari De might go back on his word?" Long Yi asked, his brow furrowed.

"Heh heh, he won't regret it!"

"Why? Brother Yi, I only scared him a little just now!" Murong Lianxue seemed equally curious.

Yang Yi knew that securing the deal felt a bit baffling. If it were purely because of Murong Lianxue, it wouldn't quite make sense; a threat only lasts so long.

In truth, Yang Yi’s goal in making Tatari De agree without condition wasn't just about him—it was about the entire Black God Gang. Tatari De wasn't an idiot, far from it; if he couldn't grasp that much, his title was completely undeserved.

Whether in business, forging favors, or simply being a merchant, it's better to take one loss than to offend a client, especially when that client has the standing to rule the criminal underworld of Huaxia?

"Actually, I understand what you mean. The reason Tatari De agreed and will ultimately cooperate with us is simply because the true strength of our Black God Gang was beyond his estimation. While the entire Huaxia underworld appears very stable right now, underneath the surface, currents are surging. A cleansing of the underworld is only a matter of time. Tatari De certainly wouldn't pass up this chance to draw closer to us; after all, only by getting closer can his business grow even bigger!"

Yang Yi smiled faintly and continued, "Of course, in achieving success this time, Lianxue deserves no small amount of credit!"

"Hehe!" Murong Lianxue giggled sweetly.

After hearing Yang Yi's explanation, the Ten Army Generals gradually understood. However, there was one crucial element—a connection that solidified Tatari De’s agreement with Yang Yi—that Yang Yi himself was unaware of: Tatari De knew about the Black God Gang from twenty years ago. He knew what kind of faction it was, and that knowledge likely stirred a chilling memory deep within him.

Meanwhile, in Country R.

"Dr. Suzuki!" Six figures suddenly materialized inside a small office cluttered with various sized jars and containers.

"Ah, it's you. What is it? Do you need something?" An elderly man, extremely thin with prominent brow bones, wearing a white cap and a long, flowing magua jacket, looked every bit the physician.

"Dr. Suzuki, we came to inform you that the Master will be visiting tonight. He expects you to be prepared. You understand the implications, so we won't elaborate further!" The six youths spoke their message immediately upon appearing, and then vanished just as swiftly.

Dr. Suzuki's expression flickered, his heart knowing precisely what they meant. A moment later, however, he chuckled, saying, "Heh heh, the research is complete. The Master's great enterprise is just around the corner!"

...

The next day: The scent of early morning permeated Country R's international airport as a youth, accompanied by ten figures clad entirely in black, emerged from the customs exit.

"Have we made contact with Miyamoto Sakurako?" Without needing speculation, the youth was Yang Yi.

After leaving Tatari De’s place yesterday, he had taken a private jet straight to Country R, feeling the effects of the hurried journey.

"Yes, we made contact. She said she'd be here to pick us up," Feng Shi reported.

Just as Feng Shi finished speaking, a scantily clad, exceedingly attractive woman wearing sunglasses approached them. Yang Yi’s eyes lit up with a knowing smile; he seemed to recognize her instantly, muttering under his breath, "An actress is an actress!"

The arrival was unmistakably Miyamoto Sakurako. She approached Yang Yi and whispered, "Please, follow me."

"Hmmph!" Yang Yi gave a soft snort and smiled. "Must we be so cautious? I don't sense any Miyamoto clan masters around this airport."

"It is better to be careful. Miyamoto Taro is not as simple as you imagine," Miyamoto Sakurako replied with an even tone.

Yang Yi paid no mind, shaking his head. "Then let's go."

Leaving the Country R airport, the group of over a dozen people settled into several black sedans.

"So, has Miyamoto Taro noticed your return to Country R yet?" Yang Yi rested his cheek on his hand, addressing Miyamoto Sakurako while his gaze swept over the rapidly moving scenery outside.

Miyamoto Sakurako glanced at Yang Yi. Though slightly startled, she nodded. "He has indeed begun to grow suspicious."

"It seems the words I told you weren't enough to completely infuriate him. Hmm, I'll need to escalate the stakes," Yang Yi smiled cryptically, his mind clearly turning over unknown thoughts.

In reality, Yang Yi hadn't expected a few carefully chosen sentences to entirely dispel Miyamoto Taro's suspicion regarding Miyamoto Sakurako. His move was merely a delaying tactic, and he firmly believed that Miyamoto Taro wouldn't dare kill Miyamoto Sakurako at this moment.

According to Miyamoto Sakurako, Miyamoto Taro controlled the assassination forces and harbored ambitions to monopolize the Miyamoto clan's entire political influence within Country R. It was clear he was a man brimming with ambition, and thus, he surely knew Miyamoto Sakurako's true identity.

Although Miyamoto Sakurako had previously mentioned uncertainty about whether Miyamoto Taro knew her identity, Yang Yi had already prepared for the worst-case scenario. His immediate objective was to reverse the current situation so that the Miyamoto clan would ultimately fall into his control.

The cars moved slowly, and within moments, the black sedans arrived at a villa. Yang Yi and his entourage followed Miyamoto Sakurako inside.

"You can rest here for now. Don't worry, besides myself, no one else knows you are here," Miyamoto Sakurako said with a light smile.

"Understood." Yang Yi acknowledged, scanning the grand hall. He turned to the Ten Army Generals and said, "Everyone is tired today, go rest first."

"Yes, Dragon Lord!" The Ten Army Generals responded and proceeded upstairs.

At that very moment, the visibly fatigued Murong Lianxue appeared, leaning languidly against Yang Yi's back and asking sleepily, "Brother Yi, can I sleep now? Lianxue is so tired!"

"Mmm, go to sleep," Yang Yi indulgently turned his head, smiling at Murong Lianxue. "Yanran, take her to bed."

"Yes, Young Master!" Feng Shi responded, carefully lifting the already drowsy Murong Lianxue and heading upstairs.

Seeing them retire, Yang Yi let out a subtle sigh of relief. After all, without sufficient energy, everything feels laborious. He nodded towards Miyamoto Sakurako.

"This way, please!" Miyamoto Sakurako seemed to understand and gestured for Yang Yi to follow.

Yang Yi took a deep breath. The look of weariness vanished from his face instantly. As a master-level expert, his physical stamina was dozens of times greater than ordinary people, so he was quite energetic. Following Miyamoto Sakurako, he entered an office where three other individuals were already waiting.

"Miss!" The three were middle-aged men, and they rose upon seeing Miyamoto Sakurako.

"Now, let me introduce you. These are the three Japanese gentlemen I told you about, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang." Miyamoto Sakurako spoke to the three middle-aged men.

As soon as her words fell, the three Japanese men fixed their gazes intently on Yang Yi. While there was a hint of surprise on their faces, they showed no sign of challenge. They merely glanced at Miyamoto Sakurako, confirmed her nod, and then turned their attention away from Yang Yi, offering polite smiles instead.

Yang Yi curled his lip but ignored them. He casually sat down on the sofa without uttering a word. He then proceeded to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table, extracted one, lit it, and took a deep drag. He felt an indescribable fondness for the sharp, spicy sensation the smoke provided.

Though it was his first time smoking, he managed a look of decadent weariness. In that moment, he resembled a rogue monarch hiding in the shadows. He exhaled smoke and commanded, "Let's begin... I don't have much time to waste with you all!"

"Yes!" Miyamoto Sakurako paused, then reacted quickly, retrieving two files from a nearby drawer and placing them on the coffee table. "This contains data on Miyamoto Taro and the entire Miyamoto clan, including matters concerning the Black Dragon Society, political influence, and more!"

"Oh?" Yang Yi uttered a low sound, smiling dismissively as he picked up the files and began to flip through them.

As Yang Yi reviewed the documents, the three Japanese men, who had harbored some doubt, now watched his reading speed with astonishment. They were not only convinced that Yang Yi was truly capable of helping them, as Miyamoto Sakurako claimed, but their suspicion deepened further.

He wasn't merely looking at the files here and there; he was essentially flipping through them—his speed was incredible. Yang Yi, seated on the sofa, seemed to sense their scrutiny. He glanced up at them, set the files down, and stated, "How much force currently owes complete loyalty to you, including within the Miyamoto clan itself?"

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