"Roar—ah!" A roar like thunder ripped through the air, and streaks of blood vessels surfaced on the Chinese man's previously ferocious face. The iron chains rattled with the constant swaying of his body, emitting a sharp 'clink, clink!' sound. "Ah... Miyamoto Taro... ah!!!"

"Tsk, tsk, Dr. Suzuki has really managed to concoct such potent poison this time. Murong Liantian, just accept your fate. You'll have to obey my commands from now on, ha ha ha!" Miyamoto Taro burst into a bold, hearty laugh.

At this moment, the cave felt strangely discordant; one man was wailing in agony while another reveled in triumph, a truly unsightly spectacle...

Time crept by, bit by bit, until evening soon arrived.

"Brother Yi, Brother Yi!" Murong Lianxue's voice echoed through the villa's grand hall.

"Lianxue, shhh!" Feng Shi heard the sound and rushed out from the direction of the rooms. She turned to the girl and whispered, "Lianxue, your Brother Yi is still asleep. Can you please not wake him?"

"Ah—oh!" Murong Lianxue pouted in response, then playfully chided, "Hee hee, Brother Yi is still such a lazy pig!"

"Lianxue, what are you saying?" Suddenly, Yang Yi's voice drifted down from upstairs, startling Murong Lianxue.

"Ah, Brother Yi, you’re awake?" Murong Lianxue asked with an adorable smile.

Yang Yi knew exactly what the little girl was thinking but didn't give it much heed, merely glancing at the time. Feng Shi seemed to understand the situation perfectly, saying, "Young Master, Miyamoto Sakurako said she would come to pick us up shortly!"

"En," Yang Yi responded after hearing this, his mind clearly elsewhere. He then muttered suddenly, "It seems tonight will be dark and stormy."

As the saying goes: A dark and stormy night—a perfect night for murder!

Yang Yi and his group intended to make their move tonight. Although he wasn't sure what the probability was of reclaiming the Miyamoto family's influence swiftly, at the very least, Yang Yi didn't have much time left to hesitate. A while later, Miyamoto Sakurako walked in from outside and called softly to Yang Yi, "Dragon Lord, the location has been arranged!"

Yang Yi didn't speak, merely casting a faint glance at her, then at the newly arrived Ten War Generals before finally speaking, "Eat well tonight. If my guess is correct, tonight will likely be a storm of blood and chaos."

"Yes!" Yang Yi’s words instantly ignited a wave of intense excitement among the Ten War Generals. Whether they were thugs or martial arts masters, nameless—the prospect of fighting made them extremely stimulated and bloodthirsty. After all, in this age of modern weaponry, martial arts were slowly starting to decline.

However, there were still many masters existing in this world today, just like the mysterious Chinese figures residing in Country R. One Chinese man... was actually called a Dragon Ranking Master by Miyamoto Taro. Six enigmatic Chinese youths were even more mysterious. These seven were undoubtedly Chinese, yet they were now serving Miyamoto Taro.

Meanwhile, inside Miyamoto Taro's mansion, he was beaming with satisfaction, as a long-sought objective was finally within his grasp.

Glancing at the Chinese man who stood before him, freshly groomed and dressed, showing profound deference, Miyamoto Taro downed the contents of his wine cup in one go. "Ah—good wine, excellent wine!"

As soon as his words faded, six figures materialized in his courtyard, calling out in unison, "Master!"

"En, how is the situation?" Miyamoto Taro, who had maintained an intensely serious expression, seemed to have melted; it was clear how good his mood was.

Yet, what was even more suspicious was the Chinese man standing not far ahead of him, head perpetually bowed, radiating a powerful aura of mystery. After being cleaned up and dressed, the Chinese man looked weathered and haggard, his skin sallow and his expression perpetually icy. Yet, his eyes remained chillingly cold. His long, fine hair was tied up, giving him an imposing and solemn appearance, but the only thing that seemed out of place was the rigidly tailored suit he wore!

"Reporting to the Master, Dr. Suzuki is still conducting research! He says that the rare medicinal ingredients required for a poison of such significant potency are too numerous, so there is no definite timeline for completion!"

"Hmph, I see," Miyamoto Taro sneered, knowing well how difficult the medicine was—otherwise, it wouldn't have taken him so many years. "Tell Dr. Suzuki that regardless of how long he needs to research it this time, he must mass-produce this pill, and the quality must be guaranteed!"

"Yes!" The six youths responded in near unison before vanishing.

Miyamoto Taro's smile deepened. After taking another sip of wine, he muttered to himself, "Hmph, this time, not only will the entire Miyamoto family fall into my hands, but all of Japan will—hahahaha!" All of Japan? Miyamoto Taro suddenly uttered such an ambitious statement, clearly indicating he was plotting something significant, otherwise he wouldn't be so delighted now.

Simultaneously, just as his voice fell, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, kneeling halfway to address him. "Master, there is a situation in the Miyamoto family!"

"Hmm?" Miyamoto Taro frowned slightly, raising his hand to take another swig of wine. He glanced at the middle-aged man and inquired, "What happened?"

"The elders from those three political factions suddenly grew tense today. They are broadly mobilizing their forces," the man reported.

"What?" Miyamoto Taro sensed something amiss and pressed on, "What is their objective?"

"It seems they intend to resist our current attempt to monopolize their power!"

"Hmph—those three old fools!" Miyamoto Taro let out a cold snort, glancing at the Chinese man standing nearby who hadn't uttered a single word. A cold smile curled on his lips. "Immediately dispatch more men to suppress them. Also, keep a close watch on those three elders for any overt movements. If there are any, kill them immediately. It’s high time I took back the lives I've spared them for so long."

"Yes! Master!" The middle-aged man vanished after confirming his orders.

Miyamoto Taro didn't even notice his wine cup was empty, continuing to tilt it toward his mouth, clearly distracted. His eyes were fixed intently on the Chinese man, and he suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh. "Interesting, very interesting! Come, Big Brother, have another drink with me!"

"..." The Chinese man’s expression twitched slightly, but he remained woodenly seated before Miyamoto Taro.

"Ha ha—ha ha, come!"

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Meanwhile, in a certain hotel in Japan.

Yang Yi was seated on a sofa, gently grooming Murong Lianxue’s long, flowing hair, a look of serene amusement on his face, still sporting that roguish smile on his lips. The only difference was the occasional flicker of a strange, chilling light in his eyes.

"Tap!" The door opened, and Miyamoto Sakurako walked in, announcing, "Dragon Lord, everything is arranged!"

"En—are there any movements from Miyamoto Taro right now?" Yang Yi asked calmly.

"Yes, exactly as you predicted, Dragon Lord. Miyamoto Taro, upon discovering the heightened tension among our three elders, has intensified his monopolistic control and is gradually launching a full-scale offensive," Miyamoto Sakurako replied, deeply astonished. She hadn't expected Yang Yi to manage to twist the entire Miyamoto family situation into his hands within just one day.

"Since he is only increasing the intensity of his monopoly, it means he hasn't discovered our true intentions yet!" Yang Yi mused for a moment, then commanded, "Ten War Generals, heed my order!"

"Yes!"

"Immediately follow Miyamoto Sakurako to eliminate the forces at the Sixty Quadrants! And make sure you are swift and decisive—leave no survivors!" Yang Yi said with a sinister smile.

"Ten War Generals accept the order!" Every one of them, except Miyamoto Sakurako, wore a cold smile.

"Also, remember to conceal your identities. Do not let anyone discover you. And be cautious, as this mission is very dangerous. If anything feels wrong, retreat immediately," Yang Yi said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes!"

Indeed, when dealing with the Japanese, there was no reason to throw away their own lives! Yang Yi cared little for how the Japanese chose to die; he only cared that his subordinates could preserve their lives while completing the mission. After all, the Japanese valued their lives cheaply...

The Sixty Quadrants were a critical location for Miyamoto Taro, not only because it housed core members of the Miyamoto family but also due to a more maddening connection, personified by Miyamoto Taro himself. It was his most vital base, containing the research laboratory where he had just ordered mass production of the new substance. If Yang Yi managed to ruin it now, Miyamoto Taro’s reaction would be far beyond mere rage.

Though Yang Yi didn't know exactly what Miyamoto Taro had established at the Sixty Quadrants, he knew it was the place Miyamoto Taro valued most. Therefore, acting first was the best strategy, as Yang Yi didn't have time to waste grinding down his opponent. To bring an enemy to heel, one must first sever their most important source of power. This would disrupt their support, deflate their morale, and, most importantly, catch the enemy completely off guard!