The six figures, sensing something from Yang Yi's frown, seemed to grasp a sudden understanding, and their forms vanished with a faint grace. Meanwhile, Feng Shi turned to Yang Yi and asked, "Young Master, were those assassins?"

"En!" Yang Yi sat down, pondering for a moment. He couldn't figure out whom he might have offended. The Green Gang? Impossible... The Green Gang would never hire assassins to kill him, especially not over a dozen of them, and they seemed rather significant figures. But who could it be then?

"Young Master, they're here!" Feng Shi said, her delicate eyebrows drawing together.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation, today is the first day of your establishment. Go meet some blood, and try your best to leave one alive!" Yang Yi waved his hand grandly, commanding the empty air beside him. There was no verbal response, but the air inexplicably stirred with a strange tremor.

"Young Master, do you think these people were sent by the Green Gang?" Feng Shi seemed to be searching through the possibilities in her mind, ultimately arriving at the same question as Yang Yi.

However, Yang Yi didn't quite see it that way. After all, the Green Gang wouldn't be making a move right now; even if he disregarded the Dragon Gang and matters in the South, they would still need to weigh their options carefully. Yang Yi's brow relaxed, a smile playing on his lips, making him look utterly playful. "Heh heh, whether they're from the Green Gang or not, the flavor we seek is in the game itself. Since they've come, I naturally must play a good game with the one behind them!"

"En!" Feng Shi's vermilion lips moved slightly. At times, she felt Yang Yi had changed tremendously. But... at other times, she felt he was still the same, and overall, he now possessed a very distinct flavor.

"The Young Master has ordered reconnaissance first!" A masked figure in black stated, his voice exceedingly strange yet carrying a cold edge, addressing the dozen or so people behind him.

"Yes!" The dozen or so masked figures in black responded, glancing at the European-style villa before their figures leaped over the wall and slipped inside.

But just as those dozen or so figures vaulted over the thick wall, before they could even take half a step, they suddenly froze in place. Six figures clad in long white robes, sporting modern-styled crew cuts, and bearing faces full of killing intent stared at them.

So strong! the lead masked figure muttered internally. But the die was cast; since they had been discovered, without a word, he immediately made a gesture, and the dozen or so masked figures instantly engaged.

"Swish! Swish!" Assassins, without a doubt, were rigorously trained, excelling in physique, martial arts, and all methods of killing and covert operations. Their movements were ghostly, employing deadly accuracy—especially since this was open confrontation rather than stealth.

"The Dragon Lord commanded that a few be taken alive!"

The Six Paths of Reincarnation operated from the greatest to the smallest: Wuming was the starting point, cycling through the Heavens. The Six Paths inherently comprised Heaven (Tian Wu, called Tian Cong), Human (Tian Liu, called Ren Li), Asura (Tian Qi, called Xiu Luo), Animal (Tian Ba, called Liu Chu), Hungry Ghost (Tian Jiu, called E Gui), and Hell (Tian Shi, called Di Yu). Thus, the Six Paths of Reincarnation were formed. Although Yang Yi hadn't explicitly stated their titles, these six cared nothing for such designations.

The assassins and the Huaxia Dragon Roster were undoubtedly on different tiers. In terms of both sheer strength and the known disparity in standing, the outcome was already predetermined. While the assassins' killing techniques were undeniably exquisite, against absolute power, they ultimately proved fragile. Within moments, the Six Paths of Reincarnation had subdued three and eliminated eight, their actions remarkably swift and decisive.

"Hmm! Not bad, finished so quickly." Yang Yi, seated on the sofa, suddenly registered that only three of the dozen-plus cold auras remained. A playful smile touched his lips as he murmured to himself.

"Whoosh!" Six ghostly figures materialized before Yang Yi. Tian Cong held a masked man in black, respectfully addressing Yang Yi, "Dragon Lord, we have brought them back."

"En, good. You all truly qualify as the first batch of fierce generals under my command!" Yang Yi was extremely satisfied. He swept a cold glance over the three masked assassins, sighing internally, As expected of assassins; even facing death, their expressions haven't faltered. And the quality of these assassins is truly tough. I probably won't get anything useful out of them. Though mind-reading can pierce what they think now, I can't glean what they thought before!

"Dispose of those three," Yang Yi commanded, waving his hand as if he had just noticed something.

"Yes!" The Six Paths of Reincarnation responded in unison. Their hands moved with lightning speed, instantly clamping onto the throats of the masked men, twisting forcefully before they vanished from the great hall with the three captives.

"Young Master?" Feng Shi also sensed something and called out tentatively.

"Didn't I tell you? The flavor we seek is in the game!" Yang Yi drew a perfect arc with his lips, uttering only those few words before standing up. "Alright, it's late now. Everyone go rest. The Six Paths of Reincarnation will stay by my side from now on!"

"Yes!" The group responded without further inquiry.

It was at this moment that a masked man in black sprinted with rapid strides down a narrow path, his eyes cold. After running for about ten minutes, he reached a dense forest and knelt behind two figures, reporting coldly, "Reporting to the Young Master, the assassins have been completely wiped out."

"Hmm?" A youth turned around. In the pitch darkness, illuminated only by slivers of moonlight, one could see how handsome he was; his brow radiated an icy aura, and his handsome face was filled with an air of cynical amusement.

"Young Master, it seems that man is indeed extraordinary, just as the legends say—at least a Master-level expert," said the middle-aged man whose half-face was grotesquely scarred.

"What rank were those sent out previously?" the youth asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"They were Senior Assassins."

"It seems he truly isn't simple. That’s good; otherwise, if the game ended too soon, it wouldn't be interesting at all." The youth spoke, glancing at the kneeling man in black. "What did you see there? Tell me."

"Yes!" The man in black bowed and then continued, "Once the assassins went in, they immediately faced six youths. Given the gap in strength, they were dealt with quickly. And the target in the villa hall, the main subject, didn't seem to make a move!"

"Didn't move?" The youth frowned, intrigued. "Even his subordinates possess such formidable strength. It seems I truly underestimated him. En, you can withdraw for now!"

"Yes!" The man in black vanished after responding.

The middle-aged man glanced at the youth, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, and asked, "Young Master, how do you plan to deal with him?"

"Heh heh, it's rare nowadays to meet someone interesting. Since he is so interesting, if the game ends too soon, won't it quickly lose its flavor?" The youth gave a sinister smile, then vanished into the pitch-black night.

The middle-aged man paused, his expression momentarily stunned. After pondering for a moment, he seemed to understand something, murmuring to himself, "It seems that person is truly interesting." Then, his figure faded away just as quietly.

The next day—bright sunlight poured forth with a vibrant fragrance. Yang Yi and his group were already awake, gathered in the hall eating breakfast.

"Boss, should we drop Big Sister-in-law off at the Music Academy first, or..." Xu Ming asked Yang Yi while eating.

Yang Yi, hearing this, was about to speak when Xia Shiyun interjected before him, "You don't need to take me over; I can go myself."

"How can that be? It's too unsafe," Ye Xiaohou exclaimed loudly.

"Yeah, Brother Yi, why don't you take Big Sister-in-law over?" Fatty Lin lifted his head from his food to ask Yang Yi.

Yang Yi simply smiled slightly and told them, "You all head to Fudan first. I'll take Shiyun over; there's no need for the entire group to go."

"En!" Everyone readily agreed. Xia Shiyun remained silent, merely lowering her head to eat breakfast.

The Shanghai Women's Music Academy was a renowned music school, famous worldwide for its musical focus. The reason Xia Shiyun chose it was to fulfill her dream of becoming an outstanding musician. Although Yang Yi didn't know much about the academy, to ensure the safety of his future wife, he had specifically instructed Feng Shi to have three women from the Black God Gang's intelligence division secretly protect her—a clear demonstration of how meticulous that rogue was about his women.

"Young Master, we've arrived," Feng Shi called out to Yang Yi in the back.

"Darling, do you want me to accompany you inside?" Yang Yi asked Xia Shiyun.

"No need. You should hurry and report in. I can go in alone, and besides, this is a girls' school—a boys' restricted zone," Xia Shiyun naturally knew Yang Yi was concerned for her. After speaking, her cheeks flushed as she planted a quick, fleeting kiss on Yang Yi's fair face before swiftly exiting the car and walking toward the gates of the women's academy.

"Uh, got kissed by force," Yang Yi muttered to himself, momentarily stunned, touching his cheek.