"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Yi coughed a few times, his face turning pale, and finally, he could no longer hold back, spitting out a mist of blood with a "Pfft!"

"Dragon Lord!" Long Yi's eyes focused, and he immediately told the others, "I'm taking the Dragon Lord back to recuperate immediately. Miyamoto Sakurako, you handle things here."

"Understood!" Miyamoto Sakurako responded, a flicker of surprise unintentionally crossing her eyes.

Yang Yi, whose eyelids were already battling each other for control, managed to catch that fleeting moment. A cold sneer crossed his heart just before he slipped into unconsciousness.

"Lord Boss... what in the world is happening?" the man in the suit asked, seated beside Kudo Taichi.

"Sigh!" Kudo Taichi sighed deeply, his face etched with defeat, and said, "My Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters has been taken over."

"What?" Hearing this, the man in the suit's pupils contracted violently, his heart seized with terror. "Who on earth could have done this? In the entire R Country, there are almost no entities capable of assaulting our Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters."

"That’s what I thought, but the facts are undeniable. I never imagined that particular gang would appear in R Country. We've truly suffered an unbearable humiliation this time!" Kudo Taichi seemed utterly disheartened; he understood the strength of the Yamaguchi-gumi better than anyone.

Of the over five thousand members he mobilized tonight, more than half were lost. The forces left guarding the headquarters and other locations possessed sufficient self-preservation capabilities, yet at this crucial moment, a gang emerged that instilled in him a sense of utter powerlessness, controlling the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters in barely an hour.

"Lord Boss, which gang actually possessed such audacity as to attack our Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters?" The suited man still couldn't believe that anyone in R Country could provoke the Yamaguchi-gumi.

"It's not a domestic power, but a force from Huaxia. And it's the gang that has been growing most rampant and fastest recently!" Kudo Taichi rubbed his forehead, looking as though he had a genuine migraine at that moment.

"The Black God Gang?" The suited man’s heart sank heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief. He said, "Lord Boss, we had no feud with the Black God Gang yesterday, nor any grievance recently. Why would they...?"

"You ask me? Who should I ask?" Kudo Taichi shot the suited man a cold glance and replied.

"Yes! Your subordinate..."

"Enough with the formalities. Immediately notify the remaining central command structure of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Assemble at Tianma Wan for me!" Kudo Taichi seemed to transform, giving orders with a grave expression.

"Yes!" The suited man, trembling slightly, pulled out his phone and did as Kudo Taichi commanded.

And at this moment... the death of Miyamoto Taro undoubtedly brought a definitive end to the internal strife within the entire Miyamoto Family. Miyamoto Sakurako immediately issued orders to completely rule over the Miyamoto Family's forces. Although the political influence and assassination divisions were severely depleted after this great battle, the legitimate Miyamoto Family still endured. While this internal conflict had indeed shocked almost all of R Country, every gain comes with a loss; now, the entire Miyamoto Family was unified once more, wasn't it?

Miyamoto Sakurako turned to the three elder figures and asked, "Have they all been secured?"

"Yes! The entire Miyamoto Family's influence is gradually being brought under control. Except for a few loyalists who followed Miyamoto Taro, everyone else has surrendered one by one!"

"Good, you three..." Miyamoto Sakurako coldly issued several instructions to the three elders.

But the faces of the three elders kept changing drastically. This was more than just replacing the bloodline within the Miyamoto clan; this was a complete purge, effectively eliminating everyone who had even the slightest past connection to Miyamoto Taro. This was undoubtedly reorganization! If this was carried out, how many more people would have to die?

"Sakurako, perhaps this approach is a bit too ruthless?"

"No... I don't believe this is ruthless!" A chill flashed in Miyamoto Sakurako’s eyes, followed by her statement: "This is the Dragon Lord's command; it must be executed."

"Yes! We understand." Upon hearing the command came from Yang Yi, the three elders immediately ceased their objections. After all, the entire Miyamoto Family was currently beholden to him. If they were to defy him further, they would likely face the same fate as Miyamoto Taro.

This single night's battle had sounded a sharp alarm within the heart of every Miyamoto member. A youth, using mere tactics, a small maneuver, was enough to unleash a wave of bloodshed across R Country, and this was likely not even his full capability. One could only imagine the caliber of person he was.

Yang Yi had been unconscious for a full three days. During these three days... the Ten Army Generals and others continuously treated his injuries, revealing the immense damage he had sustained when confronting that mysterious, Grandmaster-level Huaxia man. In truth, it wasn't just that; when releasing the Grandmaster Domain, Yang Yi’s internal organs had been thrown into chaos by the surge of his own internal True Qi. It was no wonder he suffered such severe internal trauma, especially the final palm strike dealt to Miyamoto Taro, which had brought Yang Yi perilously close to the gates of hell.

Battles between Grandmasters were unimaginable. Although in modern society such martial prowess seemed disconnected from the 21st century, many still practiced it. Thus, not only was martial arts mysterious, but the entire world was shrouded in mystery, particularly Huaxia, which held an aura of extreme enigma, as Huaxia was the East—and the East was forever a mysterious domain.

Over the three days, Yang Yi gradually recovered under the constant application of internal energy healing by the Ten Army Generals. The prominent sixty years of power within him slowly dissolved, merging with his own decade-plus cultivation. Precisely because he nearly faced death, his power increased exponentially.

"Mm," Yang Yi groaned, pushing himself up. He stood before the sunlit window, lazily stretching, a distinctly bewitching curve playing on his lips. "I truly owe a debt of gratitude to that mysterious man and Miyamoto Taro this time. Without them, my cultivation wouldn't have advanced to this degree. Although I haven't broken through to the Azure Grandmaster realm yet... my entire reserve of True Qi and internal essence is overflowing. Yes, achieving this result is quite satisfactory. With a bit more dedicated practice, releasing the third-level Grandmaster Domain will no longer be an issue."

"Ah!" Yang Yi stretched again, feeling as though his entire skeletal frame had become remarkably sharp after sleeping for three days, as if more stretching would only benefit him further.

Just then, a beautiful woman walked in from the doorway. She slowly approached Yang Yi from behind, embracing him tightly, seemingly savoring the feeling of holding her man this way.

"Young Master, you are well now, correct?"

"En," Yang Yi replied faintly, smiling back at the woman behind him—no, to be precise, Feng Shi—and asked, "Has the Miyamoto Family implemented the plan as intended?"

"Yes. Miyamoto Sakurako has adhered to the Young Master’s command, completing most of the layoffs, blood replacement, and restructuring of the entire Miyamoto Family," Feng Shi replied, slightly knitting her delicate brows as she inhaled his familiar scent. She felt her heart instantly settle; he was safe.

As if sensing the woman's thoughts, Yang Yi gently stroked her delicate hand and then inquired, "What is the situation with the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"The Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters is now under our control, and the godfather of the Yamaguchi-gumi has come seeking conversation with you several times. It seems, just as the Young Master predicted, they dare not move to reclaim the headquarters by force," Feng Shi replied, filled with satisfaction, feeling her man was too exceptional. With just this incident involving the Yamaguchi-gumi, he seemed to have completely steered the situation, every move, every action, seemingly within his calculations.

Indeed, among the younger generation, Yang Yi was excessively outstanding. Be it ambition, cunning, methods, foresight, or countless other aspects, Yang Yi surpassed the definition of mere excellence; he could only be described as a Warlord.

What is a Warlord?

To be a hero for a lifetime, slaughtering all living things, commanding a domain, becoming an overlord who dictates everything.

Ambitious and restless, manipulating schemes, letting both hands become stained with blood, all for the sole purpose of ensuring this life is anything but ordinary.

No excessive desire for play, no grand, sweeping ambitions, only the path of ruthlessness chosen to achieve his objectives. A Warlord is like a hero; behind every hero lies merely an overlord who has culled the masses.

"Kudo Taichi is, after all, the founding godfather of R Country's underworld. When facing such unexpected events, he naturally knows what should be done and what should not," Yang Yi said, a cold smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

"Mm, he knows that both the Miyamoto Family and the Black God Gang are now under the Young Master's control. If he decides to act, he will certainly weigh the consequences," Feng Shi murmured, her cherry lips parting. After a pause, she asked with slight confusion, "Young Master, how do you plan to deal with the Yamaguchi-gumi? Will you just wipe them out?"

"Heh heh," Yang Yi chuckled upon hearing this, offering no direct reply, merely stating calmly, "My methods and approach to dominating the entire nation and the world's underworld are different from others. Sometimes, not everything can be solved by force. Where harmony is possible, we harmonize; where it is not, we resort to necessary measures."