"Who...?" Before the question was fully asked, the man in black felt a sharp prick at his neck, his eyelids fluttered shut, and he was dragged away. "You handle the upper floors here, watch those monitors!

We're heading to the basement!" Long Yi subtly gestured with his fingers toward Miyamoto Sakurako as he spoke quietly. "Alright!" Although Miyamoto Sakurako was momentarily startled by the silent efficiency of Long Yi's assassination technique, she knew this wasn't the time for contemplation.

With a wave of her hand to those behind her, she immediately moved forward. "There are ten of us, split into two teams!

One team takes the first basement level, the other takes the next!" "Understood!" Everyone nodded in agreement and swiftly dispersed, their clear objective being that single iron door hanging ominously ahead. "Hmph!" Yang Yi let out a cold snort as the crowd surged towards him, a strange, unsettling curve playing on his lips.

"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"……………… A series of bizarre noises suddenly erupted. Four or five burly men in black collapsed to the ground clutching their stomachs before they could even reach Yang Yi.

While they were stunned and utterly disoriented, the nearby women suddenly cried out in alarm, "Ah!" Though the sound was slight amidst the clamor of the place, the sudden upheaval drew many eyes, and numerous people began looking in their direction. "You...

you..." The middle-aged Japanese man pointed a trembling finger at Yang Yi, utterly speechless with furious indignation at the inexplicable sight. "Baka!" Yang Yi sneered inwardly, realizing he was truly picking up bad habits today.

He lunged forward, seized the middle-aged man's finger, and twisted it viciously, eliciting a raw shriek, "Ah!" The Japanese man cried out, his face contorted in pain; his finger was surely ruined, and even if healed, it would be a waste of medical funds. "Brother Yi, the glass above is..." Murong Lianxue leaped up, clinging to Yang Yi's shoulder, whispering softly.

"Mm, go do your part, leave no one alive; I'll keep them occupied here," Yang Yi replied with a dark, subtle smile. "Okay!" No sooner had Murong Lianxue finished speaking than the sound of something shattering echoed—"Crack!"—followed by a deafening commotion.

The entire bar erupted into chaos as patrons, seeing the glass inexplicably break, shielded their heads and fled. "Who's there?" After the glass shattered, the outline of an office space was revealed, inside of which sat five or six slightly bald Japanese men.

The one seated closest to the broken glass was the first to speak. Yet, shortly after he spoke, a slightly wavering warm current of air, followed by a small figure, suddenly materialized.

The smile on her face was deceptively innocent, yet it already bore a terrifying resemblance to a demon's, for the girl was now dealing out blood and steel. "Bang!" Murong Lianxue drew the dagger she had taken from Yang Yi earlier, then delivered a swift kick.

The Japanese man who had spoken was instantly sent to meet his dog-cursed Emperor. "Swish!

Swish!" As her figure darted forward, it created an eerie whistling sound. Before the other Japanese men could react, either blood streamed from their necks, or a blade found purchase in their chests.

Her methods were ruthlessly clean, almost unimaginable for an eight-year-old girl taking lives so casually. Indeed, this very fact would, years later, see Murong Lianxue hailed as Yang Yi's foremost general, bestowed with the title 'Demon Female God of Slaughter'—'Demon' because she always wore that look of pure, guileless innocence while killing, and 'Female God of Slaughter' due to her age and merciless skill.

But that is a tale for another time and need not be elaborated upon here. Meanwhile, down below, Yang Yi was equally phantom-like in his movements.

After the five black-clad brutes led by the middle-aged man fell, the surrounding security guards and the actual members of the Yamaguchi-gumi surged towards Yang Yi. "Hiss!

Hiss!" "Hiss! Hiss!"……… Several sounds of friction emanated from Yang Yi's hands.

He thought to himself, "Come on, more of you. Let me kill more.

Your lives are cheap anyway, you dogs of the Japanese nation, and our objective for today is already met, hehe!" Yang Yi thought with sinister glee. The small throwing knives in his hands seemed imbued with a life of their own, curving sharply before returning to his grasp, as if he weren't throwing daggers but boomerangs.

Every black-clad man whose neck they grazed immediately toppled; the scene was utterly bloody and terrifying. ………………………… On the other side, an equivalent event was unfolding, though with a more cautious demeanor, lacking Yang Yi's overt, large-scale slaughter.

"Hiss! Hiss!" Long Yi clamped a hand over a black-clad man's mouth, then swiftly slit his throat; the man instantly expired.

"Dr. Suzuki, has the Master been seriously researching this kind of control drug recently?" A short Japanese man dressed in a white magua asked Dr.

Suzuki. "Mm, that's not something you need to ask about!

How many components did you manage to synthesize today?" Dr. Suzuki glanced at the short Japanese man as he inquired.

"Most of them are done, only a small portion ended up as waste. And we don't have many of the precious medicinal herbs left, Dr.

Suzuki, perhaps we should..." "Alright, I will notify those six men shortly; they can tell the Master to prepare more raw materials, or this research will stall." "Yes, it took so long to process the last batch!" the short Japanese man said, sounding eager. "Heh heh, hurry back to your work now!" Dr.

Suzuki chuckled. "They seem to be researching something, First Brother?" Long Er asked Long Yi.

"I don't know, but since that Japanese man mentioned a control drug, there must be some sinister plot involved. Here's the plan: you capture Dr.

Suzuki, and the rest are to be eliminated!" "Understood!" "Move! Don't let the Doctor notify anyone!" Long Yi shouted as he spotted Dr.

Suzuki reaching for his phone in a sudden jolt. "Who is it?" Dr.

Suzuki seemed more alert than the average person and suddenly spun around, shouting. However, his shout was met by a heavy punch driven hard into his back.

He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. The other Japanese men in white magua gowns, who were involved in the research, were silenced before they could even scream, dispatched to worship their damn Emperor.

"Quick, Long Er, you take this man and get him out of here. Miyamoto Sakurako upstairs should be wrapping up; we pull out immediately, I'll cover the rear!" Long Yi suddenly felt a chill, sensing something amiss, and ordered urgently.

"First Brother!" "No more nonsense! Completing the orders from Lord Long is paramount; I'll be fine!" Long Yi's brow furrowed tighter as he hurried out, shouting, "Hurry, retreat quickly!" A group of people suddenly poured out of the luxurious villa, Long Er sprinting away while clutching Dr.

Suzuki’s frail body. After running outside the villa, Long Yi stood by the entrance, his face cold.

Seeing Miyamoto Sakurako and her team emerging, he demanded, "Retreat now! I sense others are already converging on this location." "Alright!" Miyamoto Sakurako didn't argue.

She immediately led her group away. Though only a few dozen remained, some having fallen in battle, the night’s haul was significant.

Watching them retreat sufficiently far, Long Yi melted into the shadows, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. Two minutes later, six figures suddenly materialized at the entrance.

Their expressions were icy, but their eyes were utterly devoid of light, still and silent like stagnant pools. "Such strong individuals, and they're Chinese?" Long Yi felt a jolt of terror.

He couldn't comprehend why these people had suddenly appeared here, much less that they were Chinese. "Sixth Brother, something feels very wrong here tonight; the smell of blood is too heavy!" "Look at this...?" One of the six youths suddenly pointed toward a pool of blood nearby.

"Damn it, trouble! Let's go...

we need to see inside!" The figures of the six youths shot into the villa. Seeing this, Long Yi shifted his course and moved rapidly in another direction, leaving only streaks of afterimages in his wake.

………………………… "Thud!" Yang Yi delivered a powerful kick, sending a black-clad man flying. He glanced around the ravaged bar, spotted the middle-aged Japanese man—whom he vaguely recalled as Brother Kun—still clutching his head in shocked disbelief, and nodded up toward Murong Lianxue.

"You—you are from the Miyamoto family too—!" Before he could finish, Yang Yi shot him a look of cold disdain, uttering only a dismissive "Hmph!" He quickened his pace out of the bar, knowing that lingering could only invite trouble. He wasted no more time.

"Hehe, that was exhilarating today!" Yang Yi said with a slight smile to Murong Lianxue once outside. "Lianxue, how did it feel being the bad guy today?" "Not good," Murong Lianxue pouted.

"Why?" "Hmph, Brother Yi did all the fun parts; Lianxue was just responsible for the killing!" "Uh!" Yang Yi was momentarily stunned. He couldn't recall doing anything particularly 'fun' today, unless one counted taking liberties with that Japanese woman for a moment.

"Baka! Baka!" Inside the bar, the middle-aged Japanese man, still clutching his head, cried out several times before pulling out his phone and dialing a few numbers, speaking a single sentence.

"Report: The Yamaguchi Bar has been attacked; the Miyamoto family is causing trouble!"