At this moment, Yang Yi sat upon the sofa, his expression heavy. Knowing the sheer scale of Miyamoto Taro's ambition filled him with a strange sense of powerlessness. Though he couldn't articulate it precisely, he felt Miyamoto Taro was becoming increasingly formidable.

An enemy, to one's own measure, can be categorized as either challenging or not, and these classifications dictate one's necessary countermeasures. Miyamoto Taro's objective was crystal clear: to monopolize all the power within the Miyamoto clan, thereby dominating the entire underworld of Country R. Following that, he intended to infiltrate and seize control over the nation's politics as well.

"Hmph—I wonder if his ambition has eclipsed the heavens, or if mine is as meager as an ant's!" Yang Yi suddenly mocked himself, straightening up and stretching languidly.

Murong Lianxue materialized silently behind Yang Yi, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning affectionately against his back, calling out sweetly, "Brother Yi, those three people are awake. Do you want to go take a look?"

"Hm?" Yang Yi stroked Murong Lianxue's lovely head. Since leaving the Xuanmen sect, this girl had been utterly devoted to him, and he regarded her as his own little sister, indulging her tenderly as he replied, "Then let's go together!"

"Mmm..." Murong Lianxue answered softly, her small mouth pouting slightly. "Brother Yi, actually... actually..."

"Actually what?" Yang Yi stood up, turning his head to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"Ah... nothing!" Murong Lianxue quickly tucked her small head back in, muttering under her breath.

Damn it, when Brother Yi sees what that person looks like, I wonder if he’ll blame me? Murong Lianxue fretted inwardly, remaining draped across Yang Yi’s back as he carried her away.

Before long, Yang Yi arrived in an office. Looking at the three young Chinese men bound tightly, a wicked, charming smile curved his lips.

"Dragon Lord!" The Ten Army Generals, Miyamoto Sakura-ko, and the three elder-level middle-aged men all called out upon seeing him approach.

"En," Yang Yi said, settling into the office chair. He glanced at the three Chinese youths, staring intently for a moment before an uncontrollable laugh burst forth. "Hahaha, who did this? It's actually..."

"Uh, this was..." Long Yi was momentarily taken aback, not expecting such a strong reaction from Yang Yi. As he heard the question, he subtly glanced toward Murong Lianxue, who stood behind Yang Yi.

Yang Yi knew in his bones that the Ten Army Generals were incapable of such torturous methods—not because they lacked ruthlessness, but because the victims weren't being tormented; they were being teased. Their faces were swollen, leaving them with the black rings of a panda. Yang Yi immediately understood the culprit, flashing a smile toward the quietly bowing Murong Lianxue before shaking his head faintly...

"You three!"

Hearing Yang Yi's sharp call, the three young Chinese men standing stiffly stared coldly at him. One of them spoke in a frosty tone, "Say what you need to say quickly, or stop wasting breath. Kill us or slice us up; it's your call!"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi was caught between exasperation and amusement. That they could speak with such defiance proved they were indeed Chinese, though Yang Yi harbored some doubt. "You speak well; that is the backbone a Chinese man should possess. But I fail to understand why you would take orders from these Japanese?"

"Hmph... No comment!" the youth retorted coldly.

"Oh—is that so? Since you don't wish to speak, I won't force you." A thought suddenly struck Yang Yi, and he turned to Miyamoto Sakura-ko. "Find a safe, hidden location and keep a close watch on these three."

"Yes... Dragon Lord!" Miyamoto Sakura-ko acknowledged immediately.

After Miyamoto Sakura-ko led the three away, Long Yi appeared somewhat perplexed and asked, "Dragon Lord, why not just execute them? That would prevent their allies from attempting a rescue."

"Heh heh, I have use for them yet!" Yang Yi smiled faintly, then added, "Do you recall what Doctor Suzuki said?"

Upon hearing this, Long Yi frowned. "Are you suggesting, Dragon Lord, that these three youths have ingested that experimental control serum?"

"Precisely. I can see it in their eyes. They are filled with helplessness, yet unable to break free." Yang Yi knew clearly that if Doctor Suzuki's words were true, Miyamoto Taro would not easily waste his mere three unfinished control serums on these three youths. Furthermore, based on Long Yi's report about seeing six youths the previous night, connecting the dots made the situation understandable.

"Reporting, Master!" At that moment in the courtyard, the three young men suddenly appeared.

"Hm? Have you discovered something?" Miyamoto Taro set down the documents he was reviewing, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Master, my Eighth Brother and the others have not returned yet. Something must have happened, so we came to report immediately."

"What?" Miyamoto Taro's expression tightened. He realized that with the Black God Gang now involved, there must be numerous experts present. To ensure every contingency was covered, he said, "Good. You two go investigate at once. Report back immediately if anything seems amiss."

"Yes!" The two youths affirmed, and their figures flashed away.

Miyamoto Taro paced back and forth a few times, glancing at the somewhat vacant-looking Chinese man, and then muttered to himself, "It seems I have finally met my match. Someone..."

"Greetings, Master," a middle-aged man in black responded, materializing instantly.

"Go immediately and notify the Black Dragon Society's assassination unit, the Shadow Ninjas, and others. Assemble them quickly; we have an operation tonight." Miyamoto Taro clearly did not wish to waste any time.

Before the Miyamoto clan fully fell under his control, no matter how vast his ambition, it remained useless. After all, only by uniting the entire Miyamoto clan could they declare war on the Country R underworld and reclaim what was theirs.

"Yes!" The man in black bowed and stepped out.

"Black God Gang... Once I secure all factions of the Miyamoto clan and eradicate the Yamaguchi-gumi, you will be next," Miyamoto Taro declared with a sinister grin, a chilling aura emanating from the corners of his mouth.

In truth, he was utterly unaware that this ambition would never be realized. Not only was the Yamaguchi-gumi already making extensive preparations for a decisive strike against Miyamoto Taro's fifty percent of power tonight, intending to slowly work towards acquiring sixty percent, but it wasn't because the Yamaguchi-gumi lacked ambition that they didn't try to wipe out the entire Miyamoto clan at once. Kudo Taichi of the Yamaguchi-gumi was keenly aware that the other half of the Miyamoto clan's influence was political—the mortal enemy of the underground world. As the saying goes, where there is dark, there must be light; without the latter, how could the former exist? Thus, Kudo Taichi held his cards close, fully seizing this opportunity to insert himself while the Miyamoto clan's political wing was busy trying to crush Miyamoto Taro, hoping to secure that lucrative sixty percent stake.

However, Kudo Taichi was also oblivious to the fact that behind all these players, a single youth was manipulating the entire chessboard. This was the classic scenario of the mantis stalking the cicada, with Yang Yi being the unseen oriole.

First, causing trouble within the Yamaguchi-gumi, impersonating members of the Miyamoto clan to provoke the Yamaguchi-gumi's resentment toward Miyamoto Taro, and igniting the Yamaguchi-gumi's burning desire for that sixty percent control—all of this was a powerful maneuver of manipulation!

"Dragon Lord, Feng Shi has returned," Long Yi reported, approaching Yang Yi.

"Oh!" Yang Yi murmured, thinking to himself, Is it finally time?

"Young Master!" Feng Shi approached Yang Yi and handed him a document. "Tataryd did not renege; all the ammunition and firearms have been delivered to the Black God Gang, and our men have signed for them."

"Good!" Yang Yi took the documents, quickly scanned a few lines, and inquired, "Are the three thousand Black God Guards currently en route equipped?"

"They are fully equipped, and after half a day of training, their skill level is definitely no less than that of professional gunmen," Feng Shi replied.

Yang Yi smiled faintly, a wave of excitement washing over him. "When will the Black God Guards arrive?"

"They should arrive in about five more hours."

"Five hours?" Yang Yi glanced at the somewhat lovely watch on his wrist—a gift from Li Qian. "Hm, it's one o'clock in the afternoon now. Excellent, the timing is perfect."

"Dragon Lord, are we making our move tonight?" Long Yi asked Yang Yi.

"Heh heh, tonight won't just be about making a move; the real show is yet to come!" Yang Yi hinted mysteriously before adding, "Immediately summon Miyamoto Sakura-ko to see me; I have questions for her."

"Yes!" Long Yi bowed and left.

This is a rare opportunity; I must utilize it fully! Heh heh, the Yamaguchi-gumi is indeed interesting. Yang Yi mused internally, then suddenly remembered something, turning to Feng Shi. "Do you have the files on the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"I do!"