The underworld always possessed a sense of darkness; it was the nation's second perimeter. It was capricious, ever-changing, and more accurately, an empire that commanded absolute dominion over everything lurking in the shadows. I relish the feeling of toying with an enemy, holding them in the palm of my hand, watching them slowly weaken and die according to my design—for that, truly, is an enjoyment belonging solely to me, the rogue king. — Memoirs of Yang Yi

Ever since Yang Yi caused bloody chaos in Country R, everyone assumed that such Japanese arrogance would cease in Huaxia. Yet, to their utter shock, they were witnessing such blatant impudence today. And Yang Yi understood perfectly well that while the Japanese underworld and the mysterious Miyamoto family fell under the Black God Gang's jurisdiction, there were still regions and affairs not under their direct control.

"Damn it, let's go teach those sons of bitches a lesson!" Xu Ming had always deeply regretted not accompanying Yang Yi to Japan to wreak havoc. Now that he encountered these Japanese here, he certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Wait!" Seeing Xu Ming about to charge forward, Yang Yi immediately stopped him.

As Ye Xiaohou had pointed out, anyone daring to cause trouble at Fudan University in Shanghai—a place teeming with the children of high-ranking officials and the elite—must possess an incredibly strong backing. Otherwise, such recklessness would only invite self-destruction.

"Boss?" Xu Ming looked back at Yang Yi, confused as to why he was being held back.

"Don't rush. Let's assess the situation first. And look over there, toward Dongfang Mei'er," Yang Yi commented, glancing meaningfully at the young man who seemed unexpectedly composed.

"Uh..." Not only was Xu Ming surprised, but even Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou looked stunned. Following Yang Yi's gaze, they saw a young man who was rather handsome, exuding an aura of calm and stability.

"Boss, who is that?" Ye Xiaohou inquired.

"Probably someone from the Dongfang family—in simpler terms, Dongfang Mei'er's elder brother," Yang Yi replied. His hearing was exceptionally keen; he had been paying attention to the youth since he walked in.

"From the Dongfang family?" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming were taken aback, momentarily failing to grasp Yang Yi's implication.

"Sit down, both of you, and stop embarrassing me," Yang Yi said, rolling his eyes at the two who hadn't grasped the situation.

"Baka!" The Japanese youth was furious. He had expected the middle-aged boss to fawn over him, but the boss’s words seemed laced with hidden barbs, serving as a warning. He couldn't help but curse. Before he could speak, the four or five Japanese men seated beside him immediately surrounded the middle-aged boss.

"May I ask what you mean, young student?" Although the middle-aged boss had stepped forward, a flicker of panic crossed his face as the Japanese men closed in. After all, he was just a businessman, not someone seeking trouble. Moreover, he had heard whispers about this particular Japanese youth's background.

It was rumored that this Japanese young man was the illegitimate son of a commercial titan who controlled a significant portion of Shanghai’s economy. Despite being illegitimate, this titan reportedly had no other sons, making the youth exceptionally precious.

"What I mean... Damn it, you're wrapping around to insult me! Do you think I’m that stupid? Get him!" The Japanese youth, named Nakamura Shima, commanded his four or five Japanese bodyguards.

"Yes!" The bodyguards responded and immediately moved to attack the middle-aged boss.

But just as the bodyguards were about to move in and discipline the boss, Dongfang Mei'er, who had been watching, could no longer tolerate it. With a sharp "Slap!" against the table, she roared in fury, "How dare you Japanese act so insolently in my Huaxia?"

"Who are you..." The Japanese youth hadn't finished speaking before his gaze swept over Dongfang Mei'er with undisguised, blatant arrogance.

Seeing this, even Dongfang Shiling, standing nearby, frowned. Dongfang Mei'er paid no mind to the gaze. She merely glanced at her brother; seeing his frown, the willful young lady was secretly delighted. With purposeful strides that astonished everyone, she approached the Japanese youth and, without a hint of hesitation, delivered a resounding "Slap!"

"Damn, that kid's got some spirit. The Dongfang family members really can't be underestimated," Fatty Lin suddenly warned. He could discern the swiftness of Dongfang Mei'er’s movement. He had initially assumed she was just a delicate woman but now realized she was the type to feign weakness.

"Such fast footwork!" Ye Xiaohou and Xu Ming were both astonished.

Among their group of four, only Yang Yi wore a faint smile. He had already noticed Dongfang Mei'er's unique qualities back in the classroom. He watched his companions with amusement, then shifted his gaze to the composed Dongfang Shiling, thinking to himself, Perhaps he is the next heir to the Dongfang family. The unscrupulous old man wasn't wrong; the Dongfang family could prove quite helpful to me here in Shanghai.

"Baka!" The Japanese youth, stunned by the slap from Dongfang Mei'er, finally reacted and immediately roared at her.

But this very shout provoked a second, even louder "Slap!" This one seemed harsher; five distinct, stinging finger marks instantly appeared on his face.

"You!" The Japanese youth was furious. Being slapped twice by a woman was infuriating. Despite her beauty, striking a girl felt deeply humiliating to him. His expression began to contort, and he barked at his bodyguards, "Get her!"

"Whoosh whoosh!" The bodyguards instantly changed targets and lunged at Dongfang Mei'er. They were no longer sluggish as they had been when preparing to deal with the boss; their limbs suddenly moved with sharp efficiency.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"...

A series of crisp cracking sounds filled the air. Dongfang Mei'er’s movements were spectral; with a subtle pivot, she evaded their attacks and simultaneously delivered a heavy slap to one of them. It was clear this willful young lady didn't hold back, as every bodyguard struck bore an angry, bright red handprint on his face.

"Hmph, Japanese are so useless! Trash!" Dongfang Mei'er paid no heed to the youth's iron-hard expression, whose backing could command half of Shanghai's economy. She merely glanced at him mockingly and spat the insult.

"Baka!" This time, it wasn't the Japanese youth who exclaimed, but the five slapped bodyguards. They were filled with shame—a girl who couldn't possibly be over twenty had taken down professional bodyguards like them.

"Whoosh whoosh!" Now the bodyguards fought with desperation, attacking Dongfang Mei'er from all directions within moments.

"Uh oh," Fatty Lin muttered, surprised. "It looks like these Japanese were holding back earlier?"

"It seems Dongfang Mei'er is about to lose ground," Ye Xiaohou observed.

"Hehe, two fists are no match for four hands, especially when Dongfang Mei'er is still just a young lady," Yang Yi chuckled softly. Even if she were to suffer a disadvantage, Yang Yi knew others wouldn't allow it. There were certain individuals he had been keenly watching, those whose demeanor hinted at a faint killing intent—not yet at the Grandmaster level, but certainly among the rare masters of the younger generation.

"Brother, I can't hold them off anymore!" Dongfang Mei'er inwardly panicked. These opponents, who had been easily handled moments ago, seemed to have transformed, their attacks and maneuvers now inexplicably tricky and sinister.

"Hmph!" Dongfang Shiling stood up and let out a cold snort. His footwork and movement were exquisitely coordinated. In the blink of an eye, he was beside Dongfang Mei'er. He launched a punch at the leading bodyguards, followed by several swift kicks delivered with precise targeting. "Thump! Thump!" The few bodyguards struck clutched their stomachs, their faces pale as they sank to their knees.

"Hehe, thanks, Brother," Dongfang Mei'er chirped flirtatiously. She then swiftly approached the sweating Japanese youth and delivered a harsh kick right to his groin. A sound like a pig being slaughtered pierced the air—"Ah!!!"

"This is your punishment. Remember, this is our Huaxia, not your damned Japan!"

"Damn! That was vicious!"

"Brutal. That kid's little brother might be permanently damaged."

"No, he might just be rendered impotent."

"Tsk," Yang Yi muttered under his breath upon hearing his three companions' shameless remarks. Then, he added his own observation, "He'll probably become the first impotent man in Japan."