Seeing Yang Yi and the others laughing so heartily and inexplicably, the stout man couldn't help but frown, asking with clear displeasure, "What are you laughing at?"

"Haha, we're laughing at you!" Fatty Lin stopped laughing and said.

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to laugh? You’ve just been robbed!" The stout man sneered, a trace of contempt curling on his lips.

"Robbed?" A cold sweat broke out on Yang Yi's brow. This word felt like something he never did to others, but now it was happening right on his doorstep.

Fatty Lin ignored the stout man and just asked Yang Yi, "Brother Yi, what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? You two handle it, damn it... It's because you two kept saying you were hungry that we ran into this mess." Yang Yi shot Fatty Lin an annoyed glance, completely unfazed by the look of stunned surprise on the faces of those men.

"Uh, then you and the sisters go out first, we'll cover the rear!" Fatty Lin said with a faint smile.

"Mm!" Yang Yi pondered for a moment, about to say something, when he was met with a cold snort from the stout man. "Hmph! You still haven't figured out your current situation, talking so big?"

"Who hasn't figured out whose situation, that remains to be seen." Ye Xiaohou flexed his hands, the sound of bone friction echoing instantly. "I'd say you lot are some local criminal gang, aren't you?"

"So what if we are?"

"Nothing much, it just makes one marvel that there are so many bad people in the world, another marvels that it’s hard to be a good person, and another marvels that being a bad person seems more appropriate. Since being a bad person is more suitable, then we naturally won't be polite either."

"Hmph, big talk." The stout man immediately let out a cold snort after hearing Ye Xiaohou’s words, then jerked his head toward the other men. "Tie them up for me."

"Got it!" The group of men eagerly surged toward Yang Yi and his companions.

"Alas, people never learn their lesson." As Ye Xiaohou finished speaking, his entire figure moved, and he wasn't the only one. Fatty Lin and Xu Ming followed without hesitation, launching themselves at the seven big men.

The entire event unfolded in a flash. To ordinary people, even though they had guns, they were no match for Fatty Lin and his group. In mere seconds, the seven big men were sprawled on the ground, groaning incessantly. Fatty Lin picked up the two pistols, tucked one between his lips playfully, and stomped a foot on a groaning man lying on the ground, cursing, "Damn your ancestors, daring to cause trouble under the Tai Sui's nose. You truly don't know how to die!"

"You... you..." The stout man's face instantly drained of color. He cursed inwardly, This time I’ve really hit solid iron. Damn it, today is truly unlucky!

"What—what about us?" Yang Yi asked with a sarcastic smile.

Fatty Lin pointed at the stout man with the pale face and asked Yang Yi, "Brother Yi, how should we deal with him?"

Upon hearing this, and before Yang Yi could respond, the stout man, sweating profusely, anxiously asked, "What... what do you want to do?"

"Yi, maybe we should just let it go. We’ve taught them a lesson already," Xia Shiyun said. After all, she was a girl, and her kind heart always shone through, whether toward enemies or allies.

"Yeah, Yi, let's drop it. We only just arrived in Shanghai; let's not stir up trouble," Li Qian added.

Yang Yi glanced at them subtly, sighing inwardly. They were too kind; some people couldn't be shown too much mercy. Though that was what he thought, Yang Yi didn't want to frighten the two beauties. He said to Fatty Lin, "Break one arm off each of them!"

"Got it!" Fatty Lin responded with a dark smile.

"Alright, let's go!" Yang Yi put an arm around Li Qian and Xia Shiyun and walked out. Once their figures vanished from the abandoned factory, Fatty Lin shot a mischievous smile at Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou.

Just as their smiles faded, a piercing shriek of agony erupted. Fatty Lin clapped his hands, which hadn't gathered even a speck of dust, and said, "Keep your eyes open next time, damn it, for making me go hungry."

The stout man lying on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, watched the retreating figures of Fatty Lin and the others with extreme hatred, gritting his teeth, "Don't let me run into you again, or I'll make sure you die without a whole corpse!"

"Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin and the other two walked up to Yang Yi and asked, "What do we do now? We don't know the roads here; getting to the city center seems difficult!"

"Heh, no worries, I already called Feng Shi. She's driving over to pick us up now." Yang Yi felt a secret relief. Fortunately, he had arranged for Feng Shi to have some people in Shanghai early on, and he had her arrive ahead of them. Otherwise, just as Fatty Lin said, being unfamiliar with the place, they wouldn't know how to reach the urban area.

"Oh!" Fatty Lin acknowledged and said no more, as he was well aware of the arrangements Yang Yi made for Feng Shi's arrival. "Then let's just walk and wait."

"Mm, let's go!"

"Boss, when did you arrange for Feng Shi to come here?" Ye Xiaohou asked, slightly pouting.

"Uh, just a day or two ago!" Yang Yi replied.

"Could it be, Boss, you were thinking..."

Yang Yi glanced at Ye Xiaohou, then at Xu Ming. Seeing their confused expressions, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Yes, indeed, I arranged for Feng Shi to come early for a reason. Now isn't the time to talk about that; let's hurry up and leave!"

"Oh!" Ye Xiaohou responded foolishly.

This was true; having just arrived, talking too much wouldn't help. The most important thing now was to leave this place and find somewhere to rest. However, since Yang Yi could arrange for the Black God Gang people to be in Shanghai so early, it implied that the man surely had other intentions. As for what those intentions were, it didn't seem clear yet.

After Yang Yi and the others had walked for about five minutes, a long, black, stretched Lincoln sedan drove towards them and stopped directly in front of them. A beautiful woman stepped out of the car—undoubtedly Feng Shi.

"Young Master!"

"Mm, let's talk when we get back."

"Yes!" Feng Shi nodded in acknowledgment.

Sitting in the car, Yang Yi's face was etched with a trace of melancholy, as if lost in thought. Seeing the others looking at him with confusion, Yang Yi maintained his expression, seemingly having no desire to speak. Consequently, a sudden silence fell over the car.

The car moved slowly. In the international metropolis of Shanghai, the city center was undoubtedly the liveliest area. It was already nearing evening when the stretched Lincoln pulled up outside a villa and stopped. Feng Shi turned around and said to Yang Yi, "Young Master, we have arrived."

"Mm!" Yang Yi acknowledged and stepped out of the car, gazing intently at the villa. The structure was composed of six floors, designed in a European-American style, looking quite tasteful, and the surrounding area was also quite large. The group followed Feng Shi inside.

"Wow, I really couldn't tell; the outside and the inside are so different!" Although Fatty Lin had seen many houses, he was still somewhat astonished by this villa.

"Right, I thought it would be like regular houses inside, but I never expected it to be this spacious!" Xu Ming was usually accustomed to grandeur, but even he was awestruck by the villa.

"Heh, this is a European-American style villa. The Young Master specifically found it online and bought it," Feng Shi said with a gentle laugh.

"Uh, so how much did this villa cost?"

"Not too much, not too little—seventy million!"

"Damn! Boss, you aren't planning on living here long-term, are you?" Xu Ming asked in shock, as Yang Yi buying such an expensive villa suggested he planned to develop long-term here.

"Yes, I plan to establish the headquarters of the Black God Gang here!" Yang Yi said with a slight smile.

"Establish the Black God Gang headquarters?" Fatty Lin frowned. He had some understanding of the Shanghai area; he had worked hard there for two months.

Shanghai was tightly nestled between the South and the North, and a little further beyond was the capital. To be precise, Shanghai seemed to be at the center of all major dynamics, a place patronized by the Eight Great Families of Huaxia, a place where both Northern and Southern gangs dared not expand. Could it be... the more Fatty Lin thought about it, the more astonished he became, muttering inwardly, Could Brother Yi really have been right about what Grandpa said: 'Six paths of indifference, calamity for all beings?'

Yang Yi was aware of what Fatty Lin was thinking, but he casually remarked, "Shanghai is a good place; I expect the main headquarters of the Black God Gang will eventually be established here."

"Brother Yi, isn't doing this a bit risky? After all, this place is..."

"Yes, Boss, I understand what Second Brother means. The Eight Great Families of Huaxia are not to be trifled with." Ye Xiaohou felt heavy-hearted, as this involved not just the Black God Gang but also his own family, which he currently had no desire to return to. Ye Xiaohou was no less familiar with Shanghai than Fatty Lin was.

"When everyone assumes I wouldn't dare organize such a large scheme, what if I do the exact opposite? What would the effect be?" Yang Yi seemed unconcerned, standing up to survey the villa's main hall, which appeared even better than he had anticipated...