After waiting for about five minutes, Yang Yi and Fatty Lin finally saw Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou arrive, looking dusty and travel-worn.

"Boss, sorry to keep you waiting." Ye Xiaohou panted slightly.

"It's nothing, let's go in," Yang Yi said with a slight smile.

"Good!".........

The four of them walked into the university cafeteria. The left side was Chinese, and the right side was Western. Fatty Lin glanced around and then asked Yang Yi, "Brother Yi, where should we eat?"

"Hmm, let's go with Chinese!" Yang Yi hadn't had authentic hometown cooking in a long time, and seeing the sign for "Authentic Hometown Cuisine" on the Chinese section brought a wave of emotion. He said, "En, Chinese it is!"

"Okay, Chinese then."

In less than a moment, the four arrived at the Chinese restaurant. Inside, everything was set up in a traditional Chinese style, preserving a classical and elegant charm. Yang Yi felt a sense of relief looking at it, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect to see this kind of setup even in Shanghai; it’s truly rare." They found a table, ordered a few dishes, and sat down.

"Brother Yi, I've found the information you asked me to look into yesterday about Xu Bin," Fatty Lin said after pouring Yang Yi a cup of tea.

"Oh?" Yang Yi frowned slightly and said, "Tell me about it."

"There are four famous assassin guilds in the world, and two of them were established overseas by Chinese nationals. The Four Great Assassin Guilds are: the Ghost Assassin Society, the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild, the Bone Assassin Society, and the Phantom Assassin Society. Both the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild and the Ghost Assassin Society are mysterious assassin organizations founded by Chinese people," Fatty Lin took a sip of tea, a hint of seriousness in his eyes as he spoke.

Hearing this, Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming on the side shuddered violently. They had heard a lot about the assassin guilds, so they quickly asked, "Second Brother, you don't mean that Xu Bin is one of those guild members, do you?"

"Yes, not only is he a member of an assassin guild, but his status is also extremely high. Xu Bin is the young master of the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild. That guild was established in England, and it’s likely connected to the cooperation Brother Yi had with the Laesa Family last time, which is why he would show up here."

"The Laesa Family?" Hearing this, Yang Yi finally had a glimmer of understanding. After the bloody storm in Country R, Yang Yi had dispatched the Ten Generals—with the exception of Feng Shi—and the three thousand armed Black God Guards to develop in England. Although it was called 'development,' it was essentially to monitor the foundation of the Laesa Family, as they had been providing significant benefits to the Black God Gang lately. The Black God Gang hadn't yet formally handled their troubles for them, and the Mafia was certainly not to be trifled with.

"It seems the matters in Huaxia can no longer be delayed."

"Boss, are you planning to make a move already?" Ye Xiaohou asked in shock.

"Heh, we'll see the situation. If they push me too far, I'll turn the world upside down," a murderous gleam flashed in Yang Yi's eyes.

Honestly, the current situation in Huaxia was indeed tense. The Green Gang was poised to strike, the Dragon Gang was watching from the sidelines, and the Crown Prince Party remained silent. Furthermore, the eight major Huaxia families, hidden in the shadows, offered no comment, while the Four Great Sects of Huaxia seemed to be gaining noticeable influence. These matters constantly troubled Yang Yi, preventing him from a peaceful night's sleep recently, showing how clearly he understood the current geopolitical landscape.

"Yes," Fatty Lin pondered for a moment before adding, "But Brother Yi, I have a question: Who exactly is the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild trying to cause trouble for you with?"

"It’s probably a rebellious faction within the Laesa Family, or maybe the Mafia. It must be one of those two forces," Yang Yi said, seemingly unconcerned now.

"Damn it!" Xu Ming suddenly exclaimed.

Ye Xiaohou and Fatty Lin looked at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Damn it, the food is getting cold, hurry up and eat!"

"There!"...

Ye Xiaohou and Fatty Lin both gave him a look of contempt. Yang Yi shook his head with a wry smile, thinking these shameless guys were the same no matter where they went. But just then...

"Holy crap!"

"Damn it, is this ever going to end?" Ye Xiaohou, thinking it was Xu Ming again, unhappily put down his chopsticks and swore.

"It wasn't me, it was Second Brother," Xu Ming glanced at him and said.

"Uh, Second Brother, what's wrong?" Ye Xiaohou asked.

"Dongfang Mei'er," Fatty Lin uttered just those four words. This immediately made Yang Yi, who had been enjoying his meal, jump and glance towards the entrance.

"Uh, what about that innate seductive physique?"

"N-nothing!" Fatty Lin quickly turned his head back, glancing at how everyone was eating, their expressions a little off.

"Hoo... that perverted scoundrel angered me to death just now." Dongfang Mei'er seemed to be alone, as she sat at a separate table and muttered angrily.

At that very moment, a young man walked in from the entrance. He glanced at Dongfang Mei'er, a flicker of affection crossing his face, and walked straight to her table to sit down. Seeing her clearly annoyed, the young man asked curiously, "Mei'er, what's wrong?"

"Ah! Elder Brother, when did you get here?" Dongfang Mei'er asked, startled by the sudden voice.

The young man whom Dongfang Mei'er called 'Elder Brother' clearly had an extraordinary background. Indeed, this young man was Dongfang Shiling, Dongfang Mei'er's older brother and the most likely heir to the patriarch position of the Dongfang Family.

"Heh, did you get into trouble again, that's why you're sulking?" Dongfang Shiling knew his sister very well—her direct and uninhibited manner, her spoiled and willful temper, grabbing at anyone who annoyed her—she was even more terrifying than a demoness because her actions were often unconscious.

"Hmph, don't mention it. It's all that rotten scoundrel. He took advantage of me today," although Dongfang Mei'er said she wouldn't mention it, she ended up listing everything anyway?

This made Dongfang Shiling on the side shake his head helplessly. It must be said that Dongfang Shiling was a steady and composed young man. He turned to his sister and said, "Alright, Mei'er, order some food and let's eat."

"Okay!" Dongfang Mei'er responded with a very gloomy expression.

"Baka!" A Japanese voice sounded from a table near the window, followed by another loud sound, "Slap!" The waiter standing next to the Japanese man suddenly slapped him. "Baka, what kind of dog sh*t are you feeding me? It's disgusting!"

"This is our specialty dish: Authentic Hometown Cuisine!" The waiter was a man, and his face showed that he was utterly unafraid of the enraged Japanese man as he stated firmly.

"Authentic Hometown Cuisine? Ptooey! Are all Chinese dishes this trashy?" The Japanese man started verbally abusing the dish.

"You—!" The waiter was furious, angrily pointing at the Japanese man and saying, "You Japanese person, don't insult our Huaxia cuisine!"

"Slap!" The Japanese man struck again, saying with disdain, "Who do you think you are, daring to lecture me?"

"Xiao Wang!" Just as the somewhat spirited waiter was about to lunge forward and teach the Japanese man a lesson, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared and stopped him.

"Boss!" The waiter saw that the middle-aged man stopping him was the owner, so he immediately ceased his movement.

"You go down first," the middle-aged boss said to the waiter. Then, with a fawning smile, he turned to the Japanese man and said, "Esteemed student, if the dishes here don't suit your taste, please be forgiving. However, I must ask that you refrain from insulting all of Huaxia's cuisine."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers, who had initially felt a bit contemptuous towards the middle-aged boss, suddenly lost their judgment, replacing it with an inner thought: "Well said."

"Mei'er!" Dongfang Shiling saw his sister moving as if to intervene and immediately barked in a serious tone.

"Elder Brother, that turtle bastard is clearly causing trouble, what about you?" Although Dongfang Mei'er was spoiled and willful, she was surprisingly afraid of only two people in the entire Dongfang Family when they showed a stern face: the current Patriarch, Dongfang Daoming, and this young man right now, Dongfang Shiling.

"That Japanese man has connections; don't rush. Let's see how things develop," Dongfang Shiling turned his head, squinting his eyes to observe the Japanese man.

Dongfang Mei'er, however, looked incredibly displeased—no, extremely displeased—and sulkily sat back down. Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Yang Yi and his group naturally couldn't help but pay attention. All four of them stopped their chopsticks mid-air.

"Brother Yi, this Japanese man is too arrogant!" Fatty Lin said with obvious annoyance.

"Indeed, but logically speaking, no one without absolute power and background could act so brazenly here at Shanghai Fudan University," Ye Xiaohou mused for a moment, his gaze fixed intently on the Japanese man.