War raged, smoke blotting the sky. Slicing through the void, all for power.

Ambition burned bright, defining the age. Three thousand generals fell to endless slaughter.

When had one last heard such verses? Yet, this one perfectly described the fierce battle about to unfold.

Though the fight hadn't fully erupted, the nascent flames of conflict already choked the heavens. The core sixty sectors of the Miyamoto family, after last night's devastation, presented a radically altered landscape, now crowded with assembled forces.

The only one fit to lead them was Miyamoto Taro. "Why haven't those three returned yet?" Miyamoto Taro muttered to himself, standing within the grand hall of the Sixty Sectors headquarters, observing the shadows of countless ninja clad in black.

Just as his words faded, three figures entered. "We greet you, Master!" "What is the situation?" "Nothing gained.

It seems my eighth brother and the others have completely vanished!" stated the fifth-ranking among the three youths. "Hmph!" Miyamoto Taro snorted.

A sour feeling churned within him, yet there was no time for further contemplation; the remaining fifty percent of the Miyamoto clan's strength was already advancing against his position. "Forget them for now.

Take your posts immediately. The enemy will likely be here any moment!

Hmph, I'll take this chance to sweep them all away." "Yes, Master!" the three youths responded in unison. Simultaneously, a middle-aged man in black rushed in, shouting, "Master...!" "What is it!

Is there news?" Miyamoto Taro halted his movement and inquired. "The Yamaguchi-gumi seems to have inserted themselves into this fray as well, sending endless numbers rushing towards us!" the middle-aged man reported quickly.

"What?" Miyamoto Taro's face registered shock, and he immediately boomed, "How many from the Yamaguchi-gumi have arrived?" "Roughly several thousand!" The middle-aged man’s expression flickered with awe; this sudden shift was overwhelmingly stunning. "Several thousand?" Miyamoto Taro's heart sank.

He said grimly, "Good, let them come." "Master, what are our orders?" "Immediately command the Black Dragon Society members to intercept the Yamaguchi-gumi. The rest of you will defend this location.

Today, I want to see how they plan to crush Miyamoto Taro!" Upon hearing this, the man in black hesitated, but ultimately held his tongue. He feared that speaking up might cost him his life instantly.

Thus, he could only reply, "Yes!" A complex, shadowy smile played across Miyamoto Taro's face. He glanced at the Chinese man beside him and whispered cryptically, "Big Brother, you must give us a good performance tonight.

Don't let the enemy down." "Lord Leader, we are approaching the Sixty Sectors headquarters, sir," a man in a suit informed Kudo Taichi inside a long, black limousine. "Have actions commenced over there?" Kudo Taichi asked.

"Affirmative, latest intelligence indicates Miyamoto Taro has summoned the Black Dragon Society and the Miyamoto family's assassination cadres. However, they seem to have placed the Black Dragon Society members on the front lines, suggesting they've noticed our movements." "Naturally.

Miyamoto Taro isn't a fool. If it weren't for this drive, he wouldn't possess such great ambition to monopolize the entire Miyamoto family." Kudo Taichi paused, then inquired, "Has the other faction shown any movement?" "Not yet, it seems.

It’s still early, just past nine o'clock." "Understood. Once we see fighting break out, we will engage swiftly and take control of the Sixty Sectors headquarters with maximum speed!" Kudo Taichi's eyes flashed with cold light as he spoke plainly.

"Yes!" the man in the suit replied. "Brother Yi, what fun is there here?" Murong Lianxue asked, pouting, her bright, watery eyes fixed intently on Yang Yi.

"Heh heh. From here, we can clearly observe everything happening at the Sixty Sectors headquarters, monitor the Yamaguchi-gumi's actions, and even see exactly how Miyamoto Taro intends to meet the Yamaguchi-gumi's attack.

Isn't that fascinating?" Yang Yi stood smiling on a platform, addressing Murong Lianxue, who sat on the railing beside him. "Mmm—mm!" Murong Lianxue pouted, clearly bored.

Being young, she found none of this entertaining; she was still just a child. But Yang Yi reveled in this feeling.

He adored orchestrating these situations, feeling like a monarch surveying all beneath him. When the intricate patterns he created shifted, he merely adjusted his weave, relishing the sensation of looking down upon the masses.

It was precisely this thrill that fueled his current endeavors. "Dragon Lord!" Murong Sakurako called out softly.

"Mmm. Give the order," Yang Yi said with a slight smile, his eyes narrowed as he gazed toward the Sixty Sectors headquarters, murmuring cryptically, "R Country's underworld is due for a baptism." "............" Murong Lianxue cast a confused glance at Yang Yi, then, puffing out her cheeks and lifting her small head, followed his line of sight.

################################# Now—precisely eleven o'clock at night. Pairs of figures suddenly materialized as if from thin air, orderly and precise.

They held black spikes in their hands, faces masked by cloth, exuding an astonishing killing intent. "The order has been given.

Move out!" "Kill!" The host surged forward, their formation akin to a swarm of ants descending upon their food source. Their movements were incredibly fast, and the aura they projected was remarkably disciplined.

"They're here!" the guards at the Sixty Sectors headquarters shouted, startled by the sudden appearance of the masked figures. "What are you waiting for, Baka!

Charge!" "Kill—ah!" With a roar, countless figures emerged from within the Sixty Sectors building, rushing out to meet the swarm of masked black-clad assailants. At the same moment, a phone rang.

A middle-aged man in a suit hung up and called out to the person beside him, "Lord Leader, the action has begun." "Good!" Kudo Taichi stepped out of the car. After a few paces, he paused, glancing toward the conflict.

"Start the countdown now. We engage in exactly five minutes." "Yes!" The man in the suit complied, immediately setting a timer on his phone, his eyes locked onto the battle that had just erupted.

"Master, Master!" A middle-aged man in black ran frantically into the Sixty Sectors building, calling out. "Has it started?" Miyamoto Taro sat calmly on the sofa in the hall, watching the frantic man rush in.

"Yes! The battle has broken out, but...

it seems a bit strange!" the middle-aged man managed to say after steadying himself. "Oh?

How so?" Miyamoto Taro squinted at the messenger. "First, the attackers appear to be forces from the political division.

However, the Yamaguchi-gumi forces are holding back on the outer perimeter, showing no immediate intention to attack." "Hmm?" Miyamoto Taro stood up, pondering deeply, his brow furrowed. "Is Kudo Taichi planning to let me bleed myself dry before he makes his move?

Is he that foolish? He knows I command the Black Dragon Society and the Assassin Squad; there must be some trickery involved!" "Master, perhaps you should..." "Wait!" Miyamoto Taro waved his hand, addressing the three Chinese youths nearby.

"You three go to the perimeter immediately and scout out the exact situation..." "Yes!" The three Chinese youths acknowledged and swiftly exited, their figures vanishing into the night. "You..." Miyamoto Taro pointed to the middle-aged man who had been keeping his head bowed.

"Go calculate the approximate numbers of those who just appeared." "Yes!" The middle-aged man in black bowed and went out. Miyamoto Taro paced back and forth a few steps.

His expression grew heavier, his brow knitting tighter. He muttered, "What maneuver is this?

Why do I feel like I'm being manipulated?" .......................... Time ticks past three, four, five minutes.

"Ring!" "Ring!"............ "Notify the Yamaguchi-gumi members: three thousand men are to split into three groups of one thousand each, attacking from three separate directions," Kudo Taichi instructed the man in the suit after hearing the phone alerts, turning away from the advancing battle.

"Yes—!" The man in the suit acknowledged and immediately began making the calls. Kudo Taichi stepped back into the limousine, a cold smirk touching his lips.

He uttered something cryptic to himself: "The real show is yet to come. Miyamoto Taro, suffer well!

Heh heh, when the sun rises tomorrow, the Sixty Sectors headquarters will belong to my Yamaguchi-gumi." "Fifth Brother, have they started moving?" A Chinese youth atop a tree asked his older brother. "En, three groups...

Let's go, report back to the Master immediately." The youth called Fifth Brother suddenly felt something was amiss and quickly addressed his younger brothers. "Right!" Three figures vanished suddenly into the dark night.

"It seems those three are connected to the other three," Yang Yi said coldly, watching with eyes that seemed to see everything clearly.