"You don't need to concern yourself with who I am; you only need to answer some of my questions," Yang Yi said with a faint smile, glancing at the doctor-level figure abducted by Long Er the previous night.

Last night...

After Long Er brought Dr. Suzuki in, Yang Yi learned a considerable amount. Within the 60 major power centers of the Miyamoto family headquarters, most forces had been wiped out, yet two basement levels housed a secret research institute, and the frail, middle-aged man before him was Dr. Suzuki, the one in charge of that very facility!

Yet, what interested Yang Yi most wasn't the institute itself, but the six mysterious young men from Huaxia. According to Long Yi, those six were masters even he couldn't see through. This only deepened Yang Yi's confusion: why would six mysterious youths serve the Japanese?

Dr. Suzuki scanned the room, a knot of unease tightening in his chest, especially regarding Yang Yi. He sensed immense danger emanating from the man, a conclusion drawn from his vast experience reading people. In his time, only Miyamoto Taro had given him a similar sense of peril, until now, with Yang Yi.

"What is it you want to know?"

"What do you think?" Yang Yi countered with a smile.

"Even Sakurako stands with you. Your identity must not be simple, right?" Dr. Suzuki was clearly no fool; after all, he was a doctor. If he couldn't grasp this much, he might as well be shot immediately.

"Hmph?" Yang Yi mused inwardly with a cold chuckle. This man was indeed someone close to Miyamoto Taro, and a research doctor at that. "I am merely a man from Huaxia! Now, you can speak. I don't wish to waste unnecessary time. You understand perfectly well that even if you remain silent now, I will eventually find a way; some things always surface eventually."

"I can tell you, but you must guarantee my life," Dr. Suzuki, prioritizing his survival, laid down at least one condition for his continued existence.

Yang Yi’s mouth curved into a cold sneer upon hearing this. "If you can say something that merits sparing your life, perhaps—I will consider it."

Indeed, Dr. Suzuki knew in his heart that he was merely a hostage in the man’s hands, utterly unqualified to negotiate terms. Yet, thinking of his research findings and his lifelong research dream, he seemed to have made a decision.

For certain goals, some people, in some situations, will stop at nothing. He was no different; he was simply changing his perspective.

"Fine! I can tell you, but I must know your true identity, or I won't rest easy even in death." Dr. Suzuki seemed to be entertaining another scheme as he spoke...

"My identity?" Yang Yi frowned, glanced at Dr. Suzuki, and then smiled faintly. "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming! Fine, I’ll tell you. I am a Huaxia national, that is true, but I am also Miyamoto Taro’s enemy, the Supreme Leader of the Black God Gang."

"The Black God Gang?" Dr. Suzuki's expression shifted drastically, his eyes locking onto Yang Yi in that instant. "You are that Yang Yi, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, who gives Miyamoto Taro such a headache?"

"Oh? You know of me?" While Yang Yi knew this man belonged to Dr. Suzuki’s circle, he hadn't expected him to be so well-informed, which caused him a moment of surprise.

"Heh heh, if one didn't know of the Black God Gang, they truly wouldn't be part of the Miyamoto family." Dr. Suzuki was acutely aware of the Black God Gang, both the version from twenty years ago and the present one.

What he knew was that the Black God Gang of two decades past had given the Miyamoto family headaches, and the current incarnation continued to do so, not just because of the name, but because of the gang’s collection of monsters—individuals who, while stronger than ordinary people, could only be called monstrous.

"Then you can speak now?" Yang Yi said, his eyes narrowed.

"Good!" After Dr. Suzuki agreed, he began relaying everything he knew to Yang Yi. Although some details remained beyond his knowledge, the information provided was enough to make Yang Yi's expression change several times.

His brow furrowed, his face shifted repeatedly, and a hint of astonishment surfaced in his eyes. Miyamoto Taro's ambition was truly immense; he actually intended to dominate all of Japan, bringing the entire nation under his control. Yang Yi felt his own ambition, vast as it was, didn't even amount to one percent of Miyamoto Taro’s. In that moment, Yang Yi finally understood that Miyamoto Taro was a true megalomaniac, an ambitious man playing with fire that would eventually consume him.

Imagine: if Miyamoto Taro controlled all of Japan and his ambition was still unsatisfied, what a terrifying prospect it would be if he suddenly developed the notion of world domination? Of course, controlling an entire country single-handedly wasn't an easy feat to begin with.

Yang Yi was astounded—astounded that Miyamoto Taro's ambition could completely eclipse his own, which he had always considered the ambition of a reckless wanderer.

However, upon hearing those sudden three words, not only Yang Yi but even Miyamoto Sakurako, who had long resided in the Assassination Corps, was stunned into silence. Could there truly be a drug in this world capable of controlling human thought?

It turned out that the institute in the basement of the Miyamoto family’s 60 central power centers was Dr. Suzuki’s research base. About ten years ago, Miyamoto Taro had suddenly given Dr. Suzuki an ancient text on alchemy, tasking him with researching the so-called 'Control Drug' capable of manipulating human consciousness!

The Control Drug could directly govern human thought, but after one use, it became addictive like a narcotic. To break free, to escape this control, the person who took the drug would need an extremely strong will and must quit within six months to succeed. Furthermore, to control someone, the first person they saw upon ingestion would be the one they obeyed; otherwise, they would simply follow whoever they first laid eyes upon.

Currently, Dr. Suzuki had developed ten thousand trial samples and three semi-finished products of this Control Drug.

The so-called trial samples required a dose every three days; otherwise, an unbearable itching would erupt throughout the body, leading swiftly to death. The semi-finished products were significantly more potent; one dose of a semi-finished product could control a person for half a year.

"Is this drug really that potent?" Yang Yi asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Seeing that Yang Yi’s interest was piqued, Dr. Suzuki breathed a deep sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. At last, he had found the leverage to save his life. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Sakurako; she knows this very well."

Yang Yi frowned and looked towards Miyamoto Sakurako, a coldness returning to his heart.

When Miyamoto Sakurako saw Yang Yi look at her, her body trembled instantly. She quickly explained, "Dragon Lord, I am not entirely clear on these matters, which is why I failed to report them to you. Please punish me..."

"Forget that for now; tell me if what he says is true?" Yang Yi wasn't truly angry with Miyamoto Sakurako; rather, he was contemplating the key implications of this Control Drug. After hearing this, the hazy picture of how Miyamoto Taro intended to control all of Japan suddenly became much clearer.

If Miyamoto Taro truly mass-produced this drug as Dr. Suzuki claimed, it would become a nightmare not just for Japan, but for the entire world. Yang Yi’s current concern wasn't for this damned nation of Japan, but the potential entanglement of Huaxia, especially since the Black Dragon Society still held influence there.

"There is indeed such a thing, but I have seen people take this drug, and afterward, they seem to transform into entirely different people. As for the rest, I am not very clear," Miyamoto Sakurako stated calmly.

"Oh?" Yang Yi let out a soft exclamation.

The moment he uttered that "Oh?" suddenly... "Thwack!" "Whoosh!"

"Splat!" "Thud!" ...

A series of bizarre sounds erupted. Dr. Suzuki, standing there, clutched his chest as a small throwing knife was embedded there, and he collapsed to the ground. Killing intent flared in Yang Yi's eyes as he coldly demanded, "Who dares to kill a man right under my nose?"

"Swish swish!" The Ten Generals instantly moved, chasing after the intruders.

"Lianxue, you go out and check too... These three don't seem simple."

"Alright." Murong Lianxue responded, her petite figure swiftly moving out.

Miyamoto Sakurako checked the neck of the fallen Dr. Suzuki. "Dragon Lord, he is dead."

"What a pity..." Yang Yi sighed inwardly. He had hoped to extract more information from the doctor, but now he had been assassinated. "You handle the cleanup here."

"Yes, Dragon Lord!"

"Eighth Brother, are you doing this...?"

"If we don't kill him now, he'll cause us a lot of trouble later. Although the Master commanded us to ensure his safety, he didn't say anything about letting him live if he revealed our secrets."

"Right, Eighth Brother is correct! Even if the Master asks later, we can easily claim those intruders killed him," three youths discussed on the garden wall outside the villa, showing a rather irresponsible attitude.

"Let's go!"

"Trying to leave? Not so easily." The Ten Generals instantly surrounded the three youths. Long Yi stared intently at these three Huaxia youths whom he couldn't penetrate.

"Hmph? Just your mere ten men think you can stop us? Humph—overestimating yourselves..."

"Attack!" Hearing the extreme contempt in their tone, Long Yi immediately gave the order.

But just as they were about to engage, Yang Yi emerged and immediately shouted, "Stop!"

"Dragon Lord!"

"You ten step back; you are no match for them!" Yang Yi squinted, his expression slightly agitated, yet any perceptive person could tell this agitation was excitement. After all, among the three opponents, one was a Profound Rank Grandmaster, and the other two were Yellow Rank Grandmasters!

"Brother Yi, give me the Profound Rank one, and you can take the other two?" Murong Lianxue jumped out with a smile, calling out.

"Deal!" Upon agreeing, Yang Yi shot forward like a flash of light, completely ignoring the three Huaxia youths who were staring intensely at him.

"This person is strong; be careful," the three youths muttered amongst themselves.