The gaggle of brutes standing outside Yang Yi's classroom door muttered curses at each other. They were enraged because they watched Yang Yi approach their so-called 'Goddess' with a look they interpreted as utterly lewd, stirring up a palpable sense of fury among them.

However, the Fat Lin, who had been standing quietly to the side, felt a deep chill run down his spine. He recalled a similar group back at No. 1 High School, whose gazes mirrored these brutes exactly. That familiar, aggressive look was unmistakable. Could these guys be like those others? Following Brother Yi out to the track? The thought alone made cold sweat stream down his temples as he nervously glanced at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi seemed to sense something was amiss. He swept a look toward the doorway, a roguish smirk—easily misinterpreted as 'lewd'—playing on his lips. He understood Fudan University in Shanghai far better than anyone assumed. Though it was touted as some prestigious, world-ranked institution on the surface, the rot inside was no different from No. 1 High. It was teeming with the children of high-ranking officials, even members of the Eight Great Families, and surprisingly, people from those damned assassin guilds. Any trouble here could genuinely result in death, immediate and final.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Mei'er seemed perfectly aware of who the people at the door were. She offered a dismissive smile, then turned to glance at Yang Yi. Seeing the intensely provocative smile on his face ignited a spark of resentment within her. Her initial impulse to stand up and let them pass vanished, replaced by a desire to see how far he would push things. She remained seated, unmoving, watching him intently.

This girl has definitely tangled with me now. Sigh, who did I manage to offend this time? A strange gleam flashed in Yang Yi’s eyes, and a playful curve returned to his mouth. "I'm a rogue; who am I afraid of?" With that thought, the smile on Yang Yi’s face suddenly intensified.

His smile made Fat Lin and Dongfang Mei’er momentarily freeze, but the group of thugs at the door were even more wide-eyed, staring fixedly. If it weren't for fear of offending the lady present, they probably would have stormed in to confront Yang Yi already.

Yang Yi suddenly moved. He walked right up to Dongfang Mei’er, bent down, took a deep breath, and exclaimed loudly, "Hmm? What a fragrant body odor! You’re still a virgin, aren't you!"

"Thump!" Whether it was Fat Lin or the thugs outside the classroom, their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously. Their eyes were locked onto Yang Yi, seemingly unable to process his current action and words.

As the direct recipient, Dongfang Mei’er was utterly stunned. Setting aside how inappropriate his words were, his ambiguous action was certainly not something a mere stranger or even a close classmate would attempt, especially since Yang Yi was unequivocally male. After a long moment, Dongfang Mei’er snapped back to reality. Her face instantly flushed crimson, and she shot to her feet, clearly intending to slap Yang Yi.

But alas—this was precisely the effect Yang Yi had wanted. He moved with the swiftness of an arrow, stepping out to catch her hand before it could connect. A perfect arc formed on his lips as he effortlessly spun, his other hand immediately steadying her waist, pulling Dongfang Mei’er crashing into his embrace. "Ah!" The sudden rotation left her breathless and covered in a cold sweat. Considering the cramped space, executing such a clean spin without colliding with a single desk or chair required significant skill.

"You... you..." Once her feet were steady, Dongfang Mei’er immediately reacted, her voice urgent and breathless as she shouted at Yang Yi. But feeling a warmth that was not her own, she instantly shoved him away, crying out, "You hooligan!"

"Heh heh, apologies. This young master is indeed a hooligan!" Yang Yi admitted with a smile, seeing that he had made his point. He then turned to the stunned Fat Lin and called out, "Fatty, let’s go."

"Ah—oh!" Fat Lin thought to himself, Damn, Brother Yi is too awesome. He pulled that off!

"Stinking hooligan..." Dongfang Mei’er called out as Yang Yi tried to walk away after taking liberties, but she suddenly hesitated. If she stopped him, she wasn't sure what she would even say. Thus, she only managed half a cry, stamping her foot in anger before deciding to let him go.

Yang Yi glanced back at her with a cold sneer in his heart. You started the provocation; I'll humor you for a bit. As he finished thinking, his eyes suddenly turned frigid, narrowing slightly, and an aura of chilling killing intent radiated from him. The group of thugs who had been watching Yang Yi emerge suddenly felt the air temperature drop. Upon meeting his gaze, which was as cold as bone marrow, their mouths clamped shut, and no words were spoken.

"Such potent killing intent. Truly worthy of the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang!" Xu Bin had been covertly observing Yang Yi’s every move, just not so overtly. But it seemed this fellow was plotting something sinister again. He cast a sidelong glance at the furiously glaring Dongfang Mei’er, a cold smirk flickering across his face before he slipped out the back door.

Once outside the classroom, Fat Lin couldn't wait to exclaim, "Brother Yi, you were incredible back there! That girl is completely wrapped around your finger now!"

"Alas, yes. This is Shanghai, not No. 1 High!" Yang Yi sighed mournfully, acutely aware that challenging powerful figures here always brought endless trouble. Girls might be manageable, but if it involved the male students, a storm of blood and gore was surely approaching.

"Indeed, this place isn't on the same level as No. 1 High," Fat Lin agreed, his expression turning serious as he murmured.

"Hmph, who cares what level it is! Those who don't cross me, I won't cross. But those who cross me will pay back a hundredfold. That's an eternal truth!" Yang Yi scoffed dismissively, his eyes intentionally flicking toward a certain shadowy spot, as if sensing an ill omen there.

Shanghai Fudan was exactly as Yang Yi and his friends suspected: a far from simple school. Therefore, their current movements were extremely cautious. Because it was time for lunch, Yang Yi and Fat Lin had made their way to the cafeteria. University cafeterias were quite unlike those in high school.

High school canteens were basic places for serving food; university dining halls were foundational restaurants. Fudan University’s cafeteria housed two establishments: a Chinese restaurant and a Western restaurant, both occupying vast spaces. Despite their luxurious decor and the hefty price for a meal, they were still packed with students.

"Damn, why aren't Third and Fourth here yet?" Fat Lin complained after waiting at the cafeteria entrance for a while without seeing Xu Ming or Ye Xiaohou.

"Let's wait a bit longer. Their entertainment major classes are even farther away than ours," Yang Yi replied calmly.

"Mm!" Fat Lin agreed, continuing to survey the dining hall. He had to admit, the decoration was impressive. No wonder Fudan was sometimes called a 'Commercialized University.'

A middle-aged man materialized eerily on the balcony of a certain high-rise academic building, addressing the youth standing there, who was without question Xu Bin. He reported, "Young Master, preparations are complete!"

"What level are the operatives this time?"

"Bronze-tier assassins!"

"Bronze-tier?" Xu Bin frowned slightly. "Bronze-tier assassins are already at the level of Grandmasters. Does my father permit this?"

"Yes, this time the Master also sent a message for the Young Master!" the middle-aged man stated coolly.

"What message?" Xu Bin was startled. His father had always kept clear of his own activities. Why was he suddenly sending instructions?

"The Master instructs the Young Master to use every ability possible to eliminate that person, as the mysterious client has raised the price to an astronomical level!"

"What? Father accepted?"

"Indeed."

"Hmm, how high is this astronomical price?" Xu Bin knew that any sum prompting his father to issue a decree must be enormous, but curiosity compelled him. He desperately wanted to know how high this mysterious client's bounty on Yang Yi had climbed.

"The astronomical price: Three hundred billion US dollars!"

"Three hundred billion US dollars?" Xu Bin was shaken by the figure; it was anything but trivial. His brow furrowed as his mind raced through possibilities. Anyone willing to put up such a bounty on Yang Yi certainly isn't clean. Their background, their connections—it won't be simple. And based on the current situation, although Yang Yi might be involved in the underworld, I deal in the assassin world. There’s no need to offend clients and ruin our reputation. My father must have seen this point too, which is why he sent you with this message.

"Yes. The Master said that the person offering this astronomical price has a background that is absolutely not simple—at least not something even the current Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang could match," the middle-aged man replied with practiced ease.

"Very well. Since Father has made up his mind, then we strike tonight. But one thing must be noted: he might already suspect me. Furthermore, I witnessed a portion of his strength today. Send all the Bronze assassins we have deployed to move in all at once!" Xu Bin’s eyes glinted with murderous intent as he spoke indifferently.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bowed, and his figure leaped away, vanishing into thin air.