"Bang!" The figures of five snipers were instantly sent flying, each spitting out a mouthful of blood, though still alive, merely injured. But within Yang Yi's Grandmaster Domain, he was god; thus, he was acutely aware of every enemy movement. Sensing their intent to fire, a bloodthirsty smile immediately curved his lips.

"Hiss!" A strange gust of wind, carrying traces of searing heat, surged upward with an intensity that made the black-clad, masked figures, who had just managed to steady themselves, tremble in their hearts.

"Hmph!" The leading masked men grunted in unison. Without any discernible sign of an incoming attack, their bodies were nevertheless struck.

"Pfft!" Five masked men in black spat out a mist of blood as a figure materialized before them, their expression utterly icy. The bizarre smile lingering on their lips filled the assassins with terror; they felt like mere puppets on strings, entirely at this figure's mercy.

"Who fired the shot just now?" Yang Yi's voice was extremely hoarse, sounding almost inhuman.

"Clang!" Hearing that voice, these masked men in black—assassins, Bronze-level assassins at that—felt their insides shake. Their steps became unsteady because the chilling killing intent emanating from the Domain was far more potent than what Yang Yi himself exuded. They stared at Yang Yi with fear in their eyes, remaining silent, merely waiting for an opportunity to find a breach and shatter his defenses.

Having spent months honing his mind-reading skills, Yang Yi saw straight through their intentions. With a cold snort, he swiftly drew a dagger, his silhouette flashing again. "Hiss! Hiss!" Cold glints, laced with a scent of blood, flashed through the air; these five were already collapsing to the ground. Any further questioning would only fuel Yang Yi’s rage, so he acted without hesitation.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation had already dealt with many casualties; among the more than twenty assailants, five were killed by Yang Yi, and the rest had been eliminated by his companions. Yang Yi glanced at the corpses on the ground, took a deep breath, retracted his Domain, and a murderous intent radiated from his brow. "Weeping Blood Assassin Guild, is it? Hmph. A dragon has its reverse scale; you will regret what you did today."

######################### At this moment, inside a certain villa, a youth sat calmly on the sofa, yet his anxiety was palpable, for he desperately needed to know the outcome of his arrangements.

"If even twenty Bronze Assassins fail to kill him, what will be unleashed next?" The youth, undoubtedly Xu Bin, spoke as if he could see through everything, murmuring to himself.

Suddenly, a figure materialized with an eerie swiftness. The newcomer was a middle-aged man in black, his face half-covered, who bowed respectfully to Xu Bin. "Young Master!"

"How did the situation progress?" Xu Bin asked immediately, showing his eagerness upon seeing the arrival.

"Twenty men, completely wiped out!" The middle-aged man in black looked momentarily stunned, as if sensing the opponent’s terrifying strength. How could twenty Bronze-level assassins fail to kill him? What kind of person was this?

Upon hearing this, Xu Bin's expression shifted violently. He shot up from his seat, a strange, unreadable smile playing on his lips as he declared, "Indeed, it is just as I expected."

"Young Master!" the middle-aged man called out, looking utterly perplexed.

"You! Immediately notify my father. Tell him this mission failed, and that person will likely realize it was us. Those in the underworld always exact revenge; we must prepare ourselves!" Xu Bin commanded coldly.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man acknowledged, then paused to ask, "And Young Master, you..."

"Heh, don't worry. I am leaving too. Alas, I have missed the experience of university life for this." Xu Bin understood clearly: those involved in the underworld operate differently from those in the assassin world. Once exposed, assassins must flee immediately, or face certain death.

Underworld figures, however, are inherently insidious and vengeful, always repaying grievances. Whether Yang Yi was insidious or vengeful, Xu Bin couldn't be sure, but he was certainly enraged now, as they had provoked Yang Yi’s reverse scale—the people around him, especially his women.

"I understand!" The middle-aged man replied before vanishing instantly.

Xu Bin, however, looked grim, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips as he murmured, "It seems I'll need to mobilize the family’s reserves. If even twenty Grandmaster-level experts are no match for him, his power is truly formidable."

The Weeping Blood Assassin Guild was established by Chinese nationals stationed in Britain. Any assassin guild ranking high in reputation must possess considerable might, which was evident in their deployment of twenty Grandmaster-level assassins—the guild’s foundation was undeniably deep.

The next day:

Yang Yi had just returned from the hospital, having confirmed Feng Shi was out of danger, which eased a massive weight from his heart. Still, that single bullet had been lethal; it had nearly pierced Feng Shi’s liver, revealing its immense power... The group of four returned to the villa and changed into their school uniforms.

It had to be said that Yang Yi, though slightly slender, possessed refined features. With his tousled, messy hair and the black tie hanging loosely at the neck of his unbuttoned, split-sided uniform, he looked incredibly dashing and rebellious. Already possessing a roguish air, the school uniform only enhanced his outlaw appearance.

In the car, Lin Fatty glanced at Yang Yi and asked, "Brother Yi, how are you planning to deal with the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild?"

"Yes! Boss, I think this guild targeting you is somewhat connected to the La Salle family in Britain, but yesterday they..."

Before Xu Ming could finish, Ye Xiaohou clapped a hand over his mouth and glared fiercely, clearly signaling him not to pour more fuel on the fire.

"I said, I won't strike unless provoked. Since the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild dared to take this contract, they must anticipate my counterattack. After all, I’m part of the underworld, not some damned commoner," Yang Yi stated coldly.

"So, what's the plan?" Lin Fatty was eager to know Yang Yi’s approach. He could tell yesterday's confrontation was merely a diversion; Oriental Oath was a piece Yang Yi was maneuvering for leverage in Shanghai. But the Weeping Blood Guild was based in Britain. If they dealt with the British issue first, the Shanghai matters would have to pause.

"Alas, just as you figured, Fatty. The situation in Britain cannot afford further delay, and I did promise the La Salle family. However, it's not time to settle things there yet. And I doubt the La Salle family is in immediate peril," Yang Yi said, seemingly seeing through Lin Fatty’s thoughts, yet his own considerations ran deeper.

"How so?" Lin Fatty didn't dwell on Yang Yi seeing through him, but rather asked with curiosity.

"The reason the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild has harassed me repeatedly must be a high-priced bounty placed on my head by someone influential. This person is surely British. Therefore, it can be said they are prepared to launch a major strike against the La Salle family. But why haven't they acted yet? It’s entirely because I am still alive!" Yang Yi said with a cold smirk.

"Boss, I think I get it. The person behind this definitely wants you dead before they move against the La Salle family, ensuring a more stable conquest," Ye Xiaohou pondered for a moment.

"Yes, that is correct. But that’s still insufficient. If that were their only goal, they wouldn't need to be so concerned about me," Yang Yi countered.

"Then their objective is...?" Lin Fatty gasped, his heart struck with terror. The ambition of this mastermind was too vast!

"A faction within the La Salle family has already defected, meaning they have found a collaborator. If this collaborator is from the underworld, and they lack such ambition, would they even be considered a major British gang?"

"The Mafia?" The three exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, the Mafia!" Yang Yi smiled faintly, a smile dripping with irony. After a pause, he continued, "The Mafia is willing to pay a fortune to eliminate me to target the La Salle family and the influence of the Black God Gang."

"But even if they get rid of us, the Mafia would still have difficulty controlling the Black God Gang’s forces?" Lin Fatty frowned.

"Heh, their minds aren't mush! They must have anticipated this. So, the first thing they would do after eliminating me is send people—specifically Chinese nationals—to take over my Black God Gang. If they develop rapidly, the other Chinese gangs likely won't cause much of a ripple. But if even a slight ripple occurs, it means the underworld, no, the entire nation of China, will be plunged into turmoil."

Yang Yi was not joking now. Viewing the situation from the perspective of the British monarchy, this scenario was the most logical outcome. After all, Britain, the US, and other nations eyed China covetously. Some are adept at using such tactics to incite tension between nations, even leveraging underworld forces to destabilize a country, as the populace forms the very foundation of a nation.