When I once believed I had truly reached the apex of a formidable leader, alas, I had not. In terms of strategy, cunning, skill, or ambition, it was only after facing Miyamoto Taro, that true ambitious spirit, that I understood what a formidable leader, an ambitious Yakuza overlord, truly looked like. — Recollections of Yang Yi

“Go, and be careful! Miyamoto Taro is no slouch; there will certainly be experts within that compound!” Yang Yi paused his smoothing of Murong Lianxue’s silken hair, lifting his hand slightly as he spoke.

“Yes… Dragon Lord!” The Ten Army Generals and the others accepted the command and departed, following Miyamoto Sakurako outside.

However, Murong Lianxue, who had been resting with her eyes closed upon Yang Yi’s lap, suddenly opened them, staring at him with a puzzled expression and asking, “Brother Yi, they’ve all gone out. What are we going to do?”

Seeing the girl pout her lips, Yang Yi felt a flicker of helplessness, saying, “How about Brother Yi takes you to be a bad guy for once?”

“A bad guy? Great, great! Being a bad guy sounds fun.” Upon hearing he suggested being a bad guy, Murong Lianxue instantly sprang up, clapping her hands excitedly.

Just as Miyamoto Taro was in high spirits, on the cusp of accomplishing a feat that had eluded him for years, he remained oblivious that his opponent had already arrived, and was heading straight for his most prized territory.

Sixty Fang, situated in the central hub of Tokyo, Japan, was an area known for its prosperity, yet simultaneously, it was steeped in darkness, for it was the Miyamoto family’s domain—a place where even the local Yakuza organization, the Yamaguchi-gumi, dared not operate unchecked.

That the Yamaguchi-gumi was a criminal organization was beyond dispute, possessing strength that could directly rival the Miyamoto family. However, it was precisely because they were merely a match, not superior, that one crucial area remained outside their control: Sixty Fang.

The ambition of the Yamaguchi-gumi was certainly no less than that of Miyamoto Taro. They were calculating moment by moment, plotting how to minimize casualties and seize the lucrative prize of Sixty Fang as swiftly as possible.

“According to the intelligence, this should be the location closest to the nexus of Sixty Fang and the Yamaguchi-gumi operations,” said a young man, leading a small girl, as they appeared atop a skyscraper, looking down upon the bustling flow of people below, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Brother Yi, why are we here? Didn’t we leave this to the Ten Army Generals and Miyamoto Sakurako?” Unmistakably, the individuals here were Yang Yi and Murong Lianxue.

“Heh heh, didn’t I just say? Today, we are going to be truly bad guys!” Yang Yi said with a meaningful smile.

“Oh!” Murong Lianxue pouted, nodding as if she only half-understood.

In truth, Yang Yi was indeed there to play the villain. Although he knew the action he was about to take wouldn't yield substantial results immediately, it would at least buy time, as he needed to wait for that other contingent to arrive, necessitating the events of this very night.

Forty percent of the Miyamoto family’s forces had also begun their coordinated movements tonight, not only counter-assaulting the monopolistic assassination factions but intending to annihilate them. Put plainly, tonight might mark the beginning of the Miyamoto family’s official cleansing.

“Hmm, I think they should be starting around now. Lianxue, let’s go!” Yang Yi said, turning and walking toward the rear.

Murong Lianxue glanced back at Sixty Fang, offering only a cute smile, yet simultaneously, a pang of inexplicable desolation suddenly rose within her heart.

Meanwhile, deep within Sixty Fang.

Miyamoto Sakurako had already guided the Ten Army Generals and their company to a rather luxurious villa, enveloped in an aura of icy chill. Five or six men in black guarded the main gate, and the interior security was clearly intense.

“This is Miyamoto Taro’s most crucial nerve center. There are two basement levels beneath, and the floors above serve as the residences for the Miyamoto family elders. Once we eliminate these people, everything else will become much simpler!” Miyamoto Sakurako declared, radiating killing intent as she eyed the villa.

“Good, let’s move! The Dragon Lord must have started by now too!” Long Yi commanded the Ten Army Generals behind him.

“……” The Ten Army Generals all nodded in unison.

Miyamoto Sakurako then turned to the nearly two hundred shadows concealed within the air and ordered, “Execute!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” “Whoosh! Whoosh!”…………

A multitude of figures shot out instantly. Before the guards at the gate could even react, Long Yi’s blade had already sliced across a throat. “Focus on stealth; no recklessness!”

“Yes!” Without further exchange, they responded, their forms already flashing wildly—stalking, leaping, their hands moving to eliminate the enemy before they were even aware—advanced assassination techniques! It must be said, not only were the Ten Army Generals swift and precise, but those shadow ninjas were equally so. One step, one hidden movement, one severed head—the kills were clean, utterly uncanny.

Concurrently, not far from Sixty Fang, there was a bar. Outside the establishment stood a young man dressed in a casual black tuxedo. His slightly tousled short hair complemented the faint smile on his face, lending him an air of dangerous charm. Unquestionably, this was Yang Yi.

“It begins, then!” Yang Yi murmured to himself before stepping into the bar.

This bar was called ‘Yamaguchi Bar,’ an asset of the Yamaguchi-gumi. What business did Yang Yi have intruding upon Yamaguchi territory tonight? No matter how one considered it, his intentions could not be benign, especially since he had claimed he intended to be a bad guy earlier.

A bar, as its name implies, is often a place of turmoil. The vibrant, multicolored lights continuously illuminated the gyrating, hip-swaying men and women, making the scene appear brazenly sensual and high-spirited. Upon entering, Yang Yi found a booth and sat down. After quickly surveying the entire establishment, a cold smirk touched his lips. “Lianxue, go find out who the highest manager of this bar is?”

“Understood!” A voice responded from the air, entirely unnoticed amidst the noisy atmosphere.

Not long after Yang Yi entered, someone had already taken notice of him. Although he appeared somewhat slender and his complexion pale, there was an undeniable, captivating aura about him, and his refined, slightly roguish attire attracted the attention of several women casting suggestive glances his way.

“Tsk, tsk! You go over there! Heh heh, that little handsome guy probably knows how to handle things quite well.” A woman dressed in an overly revealing kimono, with heavily made-up eyebrows, whispered to her colleague.

“Haha, leave him to me!” A woman with light makeup, a voluptuous figure, and an outfit even more shockingly scanty than her colleague’s glanced at Yang Yi, who was sitting in the distance speaking to a waiter, a look of total conquest already set on her face.

“Okay, that’s everything for now~!” Yang Yi said to the server.

“Yes, please wait a moment!” The server acknowledged and walked away.

“I’ll get my chance!” The woman who had just given Yang Yi that predatory look suddenly murmured something oddly, then walked over toward the server.

In less than a minute, all Yang Yi had ordered was a glass of red wine. But the delivery was not made by the server, but by a stunning beauty in a kimono, whose plunging neckline offered tantalizing glimpses and whose high slit revealed a significant portion of her thigh.

The woman set down the wine, opened it, poured a glass, and then sat down right beside Yang Yi, pressing her chest intimately against him, and whispered suggestively, “Sir—Chinese?”

Yang Yi glanced at her, scoffing internally, took the glass of wine she offered, and ignored her question, merely taking a sip before finally speaking. “How did you know I am Chinese?”

“Hehe, Sir, please don’t take offense. You see... although this is the first time I’ve seen a Chinese man enter here, my eyes are very sharp.” As she spoke, her hands began stroking up and down Yang Yi’s thigh repeatedly.

It was obvious to a fool that the woman was seducing Yang Yi. With that same smile playing on his lips, he stood up and poured a glass of red wine for her, holding it out in front of her, and laughed, “Suitable?”

“Suitable, why wouldn’t it be?” The woman murmured with a soft smile, taking the glass, sipping it, and then saying, “Sir, are you alone?”

“Here, besides seeing me, can you see anyone else?” Yang Yi chuckled without confirming anything. This woman was truly forward; she was practically touching his most sensitive area.

“Hehe, Sir, you are very amusing!” The woman chuckled again, then slowly leaned her head onto Yang Yi’s shoulder, exhaling a warm breath next to his ear. “I see two people with you, Sir.”

A cold glint flashed in Yang Yi’s eyes, and an icy wave of spiritual energy instantly radiated outward. This sudden shift caused the woman to shiver violently, and she looked at him with a trace of surprise.