The morning air was crisp and clear under a gentle sun! But whether that was truly the case remained to be seen, for the entire underworld of R Nation was currently in turmoil.

The reason was simple: last night, a man calling himself Miyamoto Goro from the Miyamoto family had openly caused a massive, irreconcilable disturbance at the Yamaguchi-gumi's territory, the Yamaguchi Bar. Because of this—the Yamaguchi-gumi began secret deliberations today, a testament to the sheer intensity of whatever Yang Yi had instigated the night before.

Simultaneously, within the Miyamoto family compound, chaos reigned. Overnight, five percent of their central power base had been assassinated, and Miyamoto Taro’s primary clandestine base had been dismantled.

The moment this intelligence reached Miyamoto Taro, he was consumed by furious rage. “Master...

please control your temper. We will immediately dispatch reinforcements and will certainly find Dr.

Suzuki,” a middle-aged man knelt before Miyamoto Taro, his hands pressed against his thighs, head bowed with utter sincerity. “Baka!” Miyamoto Taro’s eyes were wide and fixed; he slammed his fist down violently onto the liquor table before him.

Smack! The entire table splintered into wreckage.

“What good are all of you? You didn’t even know the enemy had infiltrated!” “Yes—Master.

It was primarily a sudden ambush, and the enemy force was extensive,” the middle-aged man kept his head down, seemingly afraid to meet Miyamoto Taro’s gaze. “Baka!” Miyamoto Taro’s face was a mask of fury, his stern features almost entirely distorted.

One couldn't blame him for placing such immense value on Dr. Suzuki, especially that underground research facility.

Just as Miyamoto Taro was about to voice more condemnation, six youthful figures suddenly appeared. One of the youths spoke up, “Master, the investigation is complete.” “Hm?” Miyamoto Taro’s brow furrowed, and he asked with a strange expression, “Who was responsible?” “It was the doing of those old fossils, and it seems they have allied this time,” the youth replied with icy detachment.

“Those old fossils?” Miyamoto Taro pondered for a moment before turning to the middle-aged man, “Where is Sakurako recently?” “Yes, she hasn’t returned to the Assassination Squad for many days, it seems.” “Baka!” Miyamoto Taro hissed coldly. “Why did you not report this to me sooner?” The middle-aged man remained silent, only beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Miyamoto Taro glanced at him. “I warned you previously to pay close attention to Sakurako’s movements.

After all, she is Eiichiro’s illegitimate daughter!” “Your subordinate admits his guilt. I await your punishment, Master!” “Hmph.

Things have come to this! What more can I punish you for?

Get out immediately and summon everyone to await my orders!” A murderous gleam appeared in Miyamoto Taro’s eyes as he commanded. “Yes!” The middle-aged man acknowledged and then slowly backed out, his waist bent low.

The six youths slowly advanced. One of them deliberately glanced at the Chinese man standing behind Miyamoto Taro.

“Master, it appears the Black God Gang from China is involved this time as well.” “What evidence do you have?” Miyamoto Taro’s face darkened. “Based on the verification we received from the Sixty Directions yesterday, the methods used to eliminate the central forces bear the distinct marks of Chinese operatives, and moreover, they are intertwined with the techniques of our own Assassination Squad.

Therefore—we believe they have joined forces.” “What state is the research facility in now? Can it be recovered?” Miyamoto Taro seemed most concerned about the institute, quickly asking the youth.

“It’s beyond recognition. If we wish to restore it, it will likely be… highly improbable!” “Hmph!” Miyamoto Taro snorted coldly and mused, “So, the Black God Gang has allied with Miyamoto Sakurako and those three old men now?” “Correct!” “Sakurako is Eiichiro’s daughter; her objective is clearly to overthrow me.

The forces she commands are not enough to warrant my concern, even with those three old men combined. However, that Black God Gang is somewhat interesting.” A faint, sinister smile touched the corner of Miyamoto Taro’s lips.

“Then, Master, what shall we do now?” “You six, three of you stay here, and the other three go investigate for me. Find out exactly who the Black God Gang has sent, and get to the bottom of this entire affair.

Naturally, this includes Dr. Suzuki, but ensure his safety above all else,” Miyamoto Taro stood up and instructed the six youths.

“Understood!” The six youths acknowledged and vanished. Miyamoto Taro, however, wore a dark, contemplative smile, glancing at the Chinese man.

“Big Brother, don’t you think events are becoming increasingly interesting?” The Chinese man remained silent, only the corner of his mouth twitched, a fleeting, sinister glow flashing in his eyes before it quickly subsided. ....................................................................................

At this moment, in a conference room within a skyscraper in Tokyo, Japan. A balding middle-aged man, emanating an aura of chilling coldness, tapped the desk in front of him with a dark, grim expression while seated in the main chair.

Before this central figure sat various other middle-aged men—one row clad in impeccably tailored suits, another row in traditional kimono. Every expression was one of utmost seriousness.

The man in the main seat was named ‘Kudo Taichi,’ the supreme leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Within thirty years, he had utilized every remaining resource to seize control of Japan's commercial lifeline and founded the world-renowned criminal organization, the Yamaguchi-gumi.

In essence, Kudo Taichi was the godfather of the Japanese underworld; the current power of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan was sufficient proof of this fact. “I trust everyone here knows why I have summoned you today?” Kudo Taichi spoke, his brow deeply furrowed.

“Lord Boss, could this be a scheme by the Miyamoto family?” a middle-aged man called out to Kudo Taichi. Kudo Taichi understood the underlying concern perfectly, and his brow relaxed slightly.

He said, “Whether this is a Miyamoto family scheme or not, since the Miyamoto family dares to cause trouble for our Yamaguchi-gumi, we must retaliate in kind!” Indeed, what was the status of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan? They were the dominant syndicate in the region, expanding their influence nationwide, making them the leading force of the Japanese underworld.

To put it plainly, even children in Japan knew the Yamaguchi-gumi, let alone outsiders. To openly provoke and cause trouble at a Yamaguchi-gumi establishment was virtually unheard of in Japan.

As the atmosphere settled into a tense silence, a young man in black suddenly appeared, holding a file. He bowed respectfully to Kudo Taichi.

“Lord Boss, this is the documentation from last night’s investigation. The men who caused trouble here were indeed confirmed members of the Miyamoto family.” “Oh?” Kudo Taichi took the file, scanned it a few times, then his brow twitched.

Smack! He hurled the document onto the table with force.

All the men seated below trembled inwardly, staring at him in bewilderment. “We have long desired to conquer that highly profitable territory, the Sixty Directions.

Perhaps this is why the Miyamoto family has grown increasingly dissatisfied, leading them to personally come and challenge us this time. What do you propose we do?” “Lord Boss, should we declare war on the Miyamoto family this time?” Groups of middle-aged men began exchanging glances and murmuring amongst themselves.

Kudo Taichi paused, sweeping his gaze over them, and announced, “Our opponent this time is not the entire Miyamoto family!” “Not the Miyamoto family?” “Correct. The Miyamoto family is now largely under the control of that old degenerate, Miyamoto Taro!

If my guess is right, the men who caused trouble last night were Miyamoto Taro’s people, so…” Although Kudo Taichi did not finish his sentence, everyone present erupted into speculation. One of the elder members finally spoke up.

“Lord Boss, Miyamoto Goro is known as an ambitious schemer, and he appears to possess political connections. Wouldn't it be reckless for us to move against them so openly?” “Yes, I understand your point!

That is why I intend to proceed covertly. Perhaps with our current strength, we are near parity with Miyamoto Goro’s power, and he controls only fifty percent of the Miyamoto family’s assets.” Kudo Taichi stood up and addressed the assembly.

“Enough! This meeting is adjourned!

Dispatch men immediately to gather the Yamaguchi-gumi forces. Await my orders tonight!” “Yes!” A unified, resonant cry seemed to herald the most sensational upheaval in Japan.

################################# Meanwhile, Yang Yi sat comfortably on a sofa, looking completely at ease. He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, who was noticeably thin and dressed in a white Magua jacket, but he said nothing.

The silence was maintained, with Miyamoto Sakurako and the Ten Generals standing nearby also remaining quiet, frequently glancing at him, as if waiting for him to speak. Undoubtedly, the middle-aged man in the brightly colored Magua was Dr.

Suzuki, whom Ryuuji had abducted from the research facility the previous night. He stared expressionlessly at Yang Yi, and after a long moment, finally broke the silence.

“Who exactly are you, and why have you brought me here?”