"Young Master, when do you plan on meeting the Godfather of the R-country's underworld?" Feng Shi released Yang Yi and asked with a slight smile.

Yang Yi did not answer, but merely turned around, flashing a wicked smile at Feng Shi, his fixed gaze clearly indicating that this particular Mr. Yang had no immediate desire to meet with the R-country's underworld boss.

Seeing his intense stare and that mischievous grin, Feng Shi instantly understood his intentions, causing her cheeks to flush slightly before nodding in assent.

The notorious rogue rejoiced, executed a quick movement, swept Feng Shi up, and proceeded directly toward the bedroom. It seems the wolfish nature is always difficult to change...

"Group Leader, what should we do now? That Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang still refuses to see us!" It was still the same man in the suit, currently standing in an office within a commercial high-rise, addressing Kudo Taichi.

"Sigh... All we can do is wait, wait until that man is willing to grant us an audience," Kudo Taichi replied, his face etched with exhaustion.

"But, it seems he isn't too eager to meet us!" The man in the suit couldn't help but feel anxious. The Yamaguchi-gumi's strength had been significantly diminished during the fight a few nights prior, and even their headquarters had been seized.

Thus, it wasn't just him who was anxious; Kudo Taichi was worried, and even the old man who had appeared briefly before was extremely distressed, causing him to storm into this commercial building in a flurry.

"Group Leader, Group Leader!" a young man in black rushed in, shouting.

"What is it? Why the commotion?" Kudo Taichi was already in a foul mood, so he asked with a somewhat icy tone.

"Uncle has arrived."

"What?" Kudo Taichi was startled by the news and immediately sprang from his chair, walking quickly toward the doorway without delay.

But the moment he reached the door, an old man with a head of white hair entered, "Cough, cough, cough!" The familiar sound of coughing suddenly filled the office space.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Kudo Taichi respectfully called out, "Uncle!"

"Hmph!" the elder snorted, leaning on his cane, walking step by step toward the chair. Kudo Taichi tried to assist him, but the elder refused the gesture.

"Uncle, what brings you here today...?"

"And you still have the nerve to ask? The Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters was actually taken over, and you didn't even send someone to inform me. Do you truly believe your uncle is so old and useless now?" The elder's already wrinkled face contorted into something quite fierce.

"This..." Kudo Taichi's expression shifted when this topic was raised, and he replied, "Uncle, your nephew simply didn't want you to worry!"

"Baka!" The elder gasped, "Cough, cough, cough!"

"Uncle, Uncle, please don't be angry! It is your nephew's fault; I shouldn't have provoked your anger. Please calm down... calm down!" In this R-country, Kudo Taichi was a reigning power, the Godfather of the R-country underworld. The only person he could show such profound respect to was undoubtedly this elder he referred to as 'Uncle.'

"Hmph!" The elder grunted, then asked Kudo Taichi, "How does he plan to handle this matter?"

Kudo Taichi glanced at the elder, his heart sinking. He knew that nothing could be concealed from this uncle who had watched him grow up. His face fell in dejection as he admitted, "I miscalculated this time; I underestimated Miyamoto Taro."

"Alas! I tell you, when will you ever truly regard everyone with the same weight you give yourself?" the old man sighed mournfully.

Indeed, Kudo Taichi had miscalculated. He never imagined that Miyamoto Taro possessed such capability, leading the remaining factions of the Miyamoto family not aligned with him to seek cooperation with outsiders—and, of all people, they allied with the Black God Gang. Kudo Taichi had heard whispers of the Black God Gang's development trend in Huaxia, both twenty years ago and even today. It was precisely this miscalculation that resulted in the Yamaguchi-gumi suffering heavy losses, with their headquarters inexplicably occupied—a series of events that defied easy comprehension.

"Right now, all I can do is wait for that person's reply," Kudo Taichi maintained his look of dejection, as if he were utterly helpless against Yang Yi.

"The Black God Gang. Twenty years ago, it was Yang Yitian's Black God Gang; twenty years later, it is his grandson's organization. That young man is truly extraordinary; with just this single maneuver, he has plunged the entire R-country into chaos," the elder seemed to tacitly acknowledge Yang Yi's prowess.

"But he seems unwilling to meet me right now, alas!"

"Just be patient! I believe that young man is testing you right now. Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here looking so defeated; chaos would already be erupting everywhere!"

"Mmm, your nephew understands. If he intended to make trouble for my Yamaguchi-gumi, he would have acted by now. However, if he were to take action, it might still be a tough fight for him!"

What Kudo Taichi said was not false. Although Yang Yi currently commanded three thousand Black God Guards equipped with heavy-duty gear, along with the power of the entire Miyamoto family, defeating the Yamaguchi-gumi would not be easy. Leaving aside the Miyamoto family, which had just undergone intense fighting and reorganization, consider the three thousand Black God Guards: although they had equipment, the Yamaguchi-gumi was no pushover. Take the battle from a few nights ago: although the Yamaguchi-gumi suffered terrible losses, it proved one thing: they were unafraid to die.

You can provoke anyone, but never those who welcome death. If you antagonize someone who will fight desperately, even aiming to drag you down with them upon death, that becomes a serious problem.

"We are currently living under someone else's roof, yet I am deeply intrigued by that young man. How will he resolve this situation? If too much time passes, won't he fear us launching a full-scale attack?" The elder's wrinkled face displayed a flicker of a smile as he murmured.

Kudo Taichi merely glanced at him without speaking, realizing inwardly that a person's limit of endurance was, after all, a finite commodity...

###################################################### The next morning, the scent of dawn slowly filtered through the window onto the white bedding. Yang Yi straightened his body, lightly sensing his internal state. "Mmm, I am considered fully recovered; I really owe a debt of gratitude to Ryuichi and the others this time."

"Knock—knock!" The door was tapped, and Feng Shi's voice followed, calling out, "Young Master, are you awake?"

"Mmm, come in!" Yang Yi replied with a devilishly charming smile.

"Young Master, here are your clothes! Please clean up; Kudo Taichi is already waiting downstairs," Feng Shi stated calmly.

"Mmm, I see." Yang Yi stood up, taking the somewhat fashionable black attire into the washroom. But in that instant, he felt something was missing. A flash of inspiration hit his mind, and he subconsciously patted his back, muttering to himself, "With that girl Lianxue gone, I really am a bit unaccustomed to things."

After saying that, he shook his head and entered the washroom. Feng Shi, standing nearby, couldn't help but show a fleeting expression of pity, as if she, too, held some regard for Murong Lianxue.

Here, the building that was once the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters—whether it remains so now was uncertain, as the Black God Guards had already stormed and secured it, right?

In one of the offices within the high-rise, Kudo Taichi and two men in suits sat in their chairs, their expressions complex. This was understandable; only a few days ago, they moved about this place freely, but now they were subject to certain rules. The two Black God Guards stationed at the office door held black machine guns, openly displaying such weaponry—Kudo Taichi realized this was the first time he had witnessed such blatant display.

"Group Leader, this Black God Gang is too brazen, even the guards are carrying machine guns..." one of the men in suits beside him said, his face aghast.

"Heh heh, it seems this Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang is quite interesting. And the fact that he can be so open suggests he possesses the strength to disregard the R-country's government. To achieve this level is already beyond our reach," Kudo Taichi remarked, unsure if he was marveling or mocking himself.

"The Miyamoto family possesses considerable political influence. If I were fearful of something as minor as this, how could I possibly be here now?"

A slightly raspy voice preceded the entrance of a youth dressed in modern, casual black attire, walking into the office with a smile on his face, followed by several figures. Undoubtedly, the newcomer was Yang Yi, and accompanying him, besides Miyamoto Sakurako, were the Ten Commanders.

"You are the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang?" Kudo Taichi stood up, sweeping his gaze over Yang Yi before his eyes became fixed on him.

A youth, barely appearing to be twenty years old, was the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, and the mysterious figure who had twisted the entire situation, stirring up a bloody storm in R-country?

"What, is there a problem?" Yang Yi showed no concern for the impolite questioning. In his eyes, a Godfather of the R-country underworld was nothing more than that.

"Uh!" Kudo Taichi was momentarily stunned, then quickly offered an apologetic smile. "My apologies, I was rude!"

"Heh heh, don't mind it!" Yang Yi waved a large hand, seemingly not placing much importance on this godfather-level figure, and stated, "We should get down to business."