After Yang Yi murmured those words, he glanced toward the distant battlefield. Seeing more and more people falling, more and more people joining the fray, and the stench of blood growing thicker, he was suddenly seized by an urge to rush in and fight himself. However, that impulse was suppressed in an instant, and he made another call.

"Bring the Black God Guard here to me now. The address is!" "Understood, Young Master!" Feng Shi's voice responded over the line. Hanging up, she turned to the long-patient Black God Guard, her crimson lips parting slightly as she commanded, "The Dragon Lord has given the order.

We move out immediately..." "Yes!" Hearing this, every member of the Black God Guard became instantly high-spirited and flushed with excitement, as if injected with a stimulant. "Lord, Lord, Lord..." The middle-aged man in black rushed in, calling out with palpable anxiety. "What is it now?

Why are you shouting so loudly?" Miyamoto Taro seemed to find the middle-aged man's voice irritating at that moment, coldly snapping back. "The situation is dire, sir. Many more people have suddenly appeared outside.

The Yamaguchi-gumi suddenly deployed over two thousand reinforcements, and the Political Affairs Department faction also sprung a group of people. The Black Dragon Society members and Shadow Ninjas can no longer hold them off," the middle-aged man stammered, drenched in cold sweat. It seemed he had truly never witnessed a battle of this magnitude in his life—nearly twenty thousand people gathered for a massive brawl.

Twenty thousand people... Good heavens, my gods, this is no joke. Twenty thousand fighters is almost enough to drown the entire Sixty Directions faction.

And with all those corpses and that widespread blood, how many will be left standing? The middle-aged man dared not think about it further; this felt no different from a world war... "What?" Miyamoto Taro flinched, trembling all over, his face contorted in anger.

"Baka! That damned Kudo Taichi, I didn't expect you to strike this ruthlessly? Wait a moment..." He seemed to be talking to himself, yet it sounded uncommonly intense, and he muttered, "Could it be...

could it be that the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Political Affairs Department forces have allied? No... absolutely impossible...

they are natural enemies." The more Miyamoto Taro thought about it, the more violently his body shook. The events of this night had completely exceeded his imagination. At this moment, he felt like a lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves, slowly closing in, ready to tear him to shreds the moment they reached him.

"Give the order immediately! Send out everyone from the Assassination Squad..." Miyamoto Taro roared, his face extremely grim. "Yes!" The middle-aged man in black acknowledged and hurried out.

Miyamoto Taro, frowning heavily, suddenly seemed to recall something and turned to the three Chinese youths standing nearby, commanding, "You three, get out there and fight immediately. Kill as many as you can. Feel free to unleash yourselves." "Understood!" A flicker of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the three Chinese youths before vanishing just as quickly.

"Damn it... damn it." Miyamoto Taro was growing frantic now. He paced back and forth a few steps, then struck out in frustration—Crack!

The entire table shattered instantly. He cursed, "Damn Kudo Taichi, choosing this moment to oppose me, and that Black God Gang whose members have grown tired of living! Hmph...

tonight I'll let you all taste a nightmare fit for hell!" After venting, he looked over at the Chinese man with a sinister smile, still retaining a degree of confidence in him... ########################## Clang! Clang!

Swords flashed and swords struck! Stab! Stab!

Stab!....... A continuous barrage of hidden weapons flew out. The sudden appearance of the Assassination Squad and the three Chinese youths was undoubtedly an injection of pure adrenaline into a battlefield that had previously known only death.

No matter who the Yamaguchi-gumi members faced, if they weren't one of their own, they killed them on sight. If they couldn't kill, they were the ones about to be slain. But this applied not only to them; the forces supporting Miyamoto Sakurako were equally ruthless.

Anyone not wearing their uniform was immediately met with a swift strike, and those belonging to Miyamoto Taro's faction found their movements met with silent speed. However, at the outermost perimeter, just as the last wave of Yamaguchi-gumi forces appeared, the Ten Army Generals following close behind also engaged. Their figures flickered with spectral swiftness, one life taken with every slash, resembling Asuras wielding razor-sharp blades to harvest souls.

"Brother One!" Long Wu suddenly called out to Long Yi, staring at the three youths not far ahead. "Those three are masters. We'll surround and attack them together later!

Be careful not to let them unleash their Domains. Also, report to the Dragon Lord immediately that Miyamoto Taro is getting desperate and those three Chinese youths have taken the bait," Long Yi said, his eyes narrowed, his movements continuously evading while his hands never stopped their work. "Understood!" Long Wu leaped back and acknowledged.

The other Ten Army Generals slowly closed ranks around Long Yi. Those three Chinese youths were not to be trifled with; one was on the verge of breaking through to the Azure Grade Grandmaster level, and the other two were already Yellow Grade Grandmasters—the threat was clear. "Brother Yi, your phone is ringing..." Murong Lianxue reminded Yang Yi.

"I know." Yang Yi slowly withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, pressed the answer button, and after a moment, he spoke, "You all stall them for now. I'll have Lianxue go over and help you immediately." "Yes! Dragon Lord!" "Brother Yi, what's wrong?" Murong Lianxue asked, perplexed.

"Go, Lianxue! Miyamoto Taro is agitated, and those three Chinese youths have emerged to fight. I believe this battle will conclude soon," Yang Yi said, his eyes narrowed.

"Alright, I'll head over first." "Go. I'll be there shortly," Yang Yi replied, then turned to Miyamoto Sakurako and instructed, "You go with her!" "Yes! Dragon Lord." Miyamoto Sakurako was delighted, seemingly having held back for a long time.

She immediately flashed away, following Murong Lianxue as they sprinted towards the fray. At that very moment, Feng Shi arrived in a sleek, black sedan, pulling up near Yang Yi. She stepped out and announced, "Young Master, everything is prepared." "Good!" A cold smile touched Yang Yi's lips.

He pointed towards a skyscraper in another direction and commanded, "You will immediately lead three thousand Black God Guards and take down the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters. Failure is not an option!" "Yes!" Feng Shi inwardly sneered, seeming to have anticipated Yang Yi would seize this opportunity. She quickly returned to her car, sent a notification to the Black God Guard via her phone, and the car slowly drove away.

Yang Yi took a deep breath, suddenly leaping up to stand atop the railing of the embankment. He shouted, "Tonight, I will be the lead actor! Come on...

let the storm rage even more fiercely..." As his voice faded, his figure flashed, disappearing from the railing. He sprinted rapidly, his destination clearly the intensely clashing battlefield. Thwack!

Three figures instantly dispatched three black-clad men each, then surged forward in a bound to confront the Ten Army Generals and the others. "Fifth Brother, these people seem to have some strength," one of the youths, ranked seventh, said, staring intently at Long Yi and the others. "Hmph, isn't it just a preliminary Grandmaster?

And the rest are just low-level fodder who haven't even reached the Grandmaster realm?" the fifth-ranked youth mocked coolly. "Ptooey!" Feng Jiu spat out a perfectly timed, disdainful sound. "Don't think you're so strong just because you're a Yellow Grade Grandmaster.

What can you do to this old lady?" "Hmph—ignorant juniors," the sixth-ranked youth snorted coldly, his figure flashing as if intending to annihilate Feng Jiu instantly. However, a figure moved with equal spectral grace directly in front of him, throwing a swift punch. Their fists met, producing a grinding sound—Bang!

"Urgh!" Long Yi grunted, feeling a numbing pain shoot up his arm, and his heart jolted. "Is this the difference in hierarchical realm?" Hiss! Hiss!

The sixth-ranked youth retreated several steps, staring at Long Yi in astonishment. "Not bad. You actually managed to take one of my punches.

That is quite interesting." "Enough time-wasting. Seventh Brother, Sixth Brother, let's go together!" The fifth-ranked youth gave the command, his figure instantly moving, and the Ten Army Generals swiftly gathered around them. Just as they were about to attack, a smaller figure and a Japanese woman suddenly appeared—it was Murong Lianxue and Miyamoto Sakurako.

"Tch—bullying Long Yi and the others, what kind of trash are you three?" Murong Lianxue’s opening line made stomachs turn. A flash of anger crossed the faces of all three youths. The fifth-ranked youth snorted, asking, "Who are you?" "Me?" Murong Lianxue pouted slightly, not answering him.

Instead, she spoke to Long Yi and the others, "Leave this to me and Long Yi. The rest of the Ten Army Generals, hurry up..." "Understood!" The Ten Army Generals naturally knew that confronting three Grandmaster experts head-on would be an exhausting battle, so they made no further move. Acknowledging the order, they swiftly moved away, leaving Murong Lianxue, Miyamoto Sakurako, and Long Yi behind.