Feng Shi had been safe since being sent to the hospital; the bullet was removed, and she had spent several days recuperating. During this time, Yang Yi felt a mix of anxiety and apology, as, strictly speaking, Feng Shi was one of his women. Furthermore, had she not taken that bullet for him, he likely wouldn't have fared much better himself.

When it came to women, Yang Yi felt he owed them too much. Li Qian once desperately took a bullet for Yang Yi—that was for love. While Feng Shi taking the bullet also contained an element of love, in her heart, Yang Yi had transcended that boundary. Sometimes, it is precisely these kinds of acts that ensure a man remembers a woman forever, especially a man like Yang Yi.

As a rogue, particularly a high-level one, no matter how suave one is, one must never engage in truly base behavior. If one is fickle and forgets the old for the new, then one is simply unworthy of being a high-level rogue. Therefore, Yang Yi had always maintained a degree of singular devotion to his women, for no other reason than that unwavering, selfless love.

Today happened to be Saturday, and Yang Yi and the others were currently seated on the sofa in the villa, their expressions suggesting a general calm.

"Boss, isn't it a bit too unsatisfactory to let Dongfang Shiling handle the groundwork this time?" Xu Ming asked Yang Yi with a grin.

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi chuckled softly, paused for a moment, took a sip of tea, glanced over the assembled group, and said, "You all understand the current situation; Fudan University in Shanghai is filled with nothing but the spoiled offspring of the elite. By taking a roundabout way to utilize Dongfang Shiling, I am undoubtedly trying to draw out the Shangguan family. Moreover, whether in public or private matters, Dongfang Shiling will lend me a hand."

"Right, and besides, he is a member of the Dongfang family," Fatty Lin seemed to grasp Yang Yi's meaning.

Although Xu Ming's face was wreathed in smiles, his mind was full of doubts, and he asked, "Boss, how are you planning to set up the formation?"

"Formation?" Hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but smirk. "The game is already set; now we just wait for the first person to step into the board!"

"Already set up?" Hearing Yang Yi say this, it wasn't just Xu Ming who was surprised; everyone present was astonished.

Fatty Lin glanced at Yang Yi and asked, "Brother Yi, you aren't actually just waiting for the heir of the Shangguan family to step in, are you?"

"Correct!" Yang Yi replied with a faint smile.

"But the Shangguan family's influence spans the entire nation, even the world. More importantly, they seem to have connections with two of China's major military regions," Fatty Lin pointedly stated the crux of the issue, prompting Xu Ming to nod in agreement.

"Indeed, the Shangguan family’s influence is vast, but..." Yang Yi didn't finish his sentence, instead nodding toward Feng Shi at his side. Feng Shi, now fully recovered, smiled knowingly and distributed files to the others.

"This is the most comprehensive file on the Shangguan family. Feel free to look it over!" Yang Yi smiled as he saw their confused expressions.

Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, and Ye Xiaohou all accepted the files and scanned them lightly. Their expressions didn't seem to change much, but a touch of bewilderment appeared in their eyes.

Although the Shangguan family’s influence had spread globally, it was strictly along a commercial path. To put it plainly, the Shangguan family was essentially just a commercial enterprise. They possessed combat capability, certainly, but it was limited to a bodyguard conglomerate, not involvement in organized crime or other sectors.

The reason the Shangguan family stood at the head of the Eight Great Families was entirely due to their monopoly over the majority of China's economy, coupled with family industries scattered across the globe. Thus, from a business perspective, such a family represented the pinnacle of commerce.

Therefore, the connection between the two major Chinese military regions and the Shangguan family was purely economic. As the military, they surely acted upon instructions from higher-ups to establish ties with the Shangguan family, which is precisely why they appeared to be a formidable force.

"So the Shangguan family is a business family?" Fatty Lin was inwardly astonished. He had initially assumed that with ties to two major military regions, their strength must be extraordinary, but only after seeing the complete file did he realize that the Shangguan family’s status stemmed mainly from its commercial power; the Chinese government needed to carefully safeguard such an economic powerhouse, which brought all these other elements into play.

"I also didn't expect the Shangguan family, sitting atop the Eight Great Families, to be merely a commercial entity. It seems that nowadays, these families place far greater importance on these kinds of vested interests," Ye Xiaohou murmured thoughtfully.

"Exactly. In modern society, although the Eight Great Families remain so, their emphasis is not on martial prowess but on wealth—this is undoubtedly their fatal flaw. Our focus, while developing commercially, must never neglect the aspect of martial strength, as we operate in the underworld, not as a true commercial division!" Yang Yi’s expression suddenly shifted 180 degrees, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"That's true, but Boss, they have ties to the military power of the Ling and Fang families, and probably a massive connection to the state. If you move against them, isn't that a bit risky?" Xu Ming, for once, shed his usual playful demeanor, adopting a very serious expression.

"Right, I've considered that too," Fatty Lin chimed in, glancing at Yang Yi. "The Shangguan family is connected to two major military regions, and those regions belong to the Ling and Fang families—that pulls in the Crown Prince faction behind them."

"The current heirs of the Ling and Fang families are two of the princes in the Crown Prince faction!" Ye Xiaohou confirmed.

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the night sky. "There are indeed connections, but they cannot touch me. It is not for us to choose the circumstances; it is for the circumstances to choose us!"

"En!" Although the group didn't fully grasp what Yang Yi meant, they trusted him implicitly from the bottom of their hearts, so they responded submissively. However, Yang Yi had no idea what these guys were thinking; if he did, he’d probably just slap them all.

"But Boss, haven't we overlooked something?" Xu Ming suddenly frowned and asked.

"You mean the matter of the Assassin's Guild?" Yang Yi turned around and looked at him.

"Yes. If the British side sends assassins after you, it might be endless. It’s a good thing the people from the Chinese Dragon List haven't appeared, otherwise..."

"Right, we can't delay the situation in Britain any longer," Yang Yi thought coldly. He had just managed to clear his meridians, and yet the situation overseas was hanging by a thread. Suddenly struck by an idea, he glanced sideways at Fatty Lin, thinking, Their ultimate target is only me. If I take the Six Paths of Reincarnation and go to Britain to resolve this during these two days off, leaving things here to Fatty should be fine...

Seeing Yang Yi frowning as he looked their way, the others were filled with suspicion. But if they had seen Fatty Lin’s uneasy expression, they wouldn't have been confused.

"Fatty!"

"No! Brother Yi, I really can't..." Fatty Lin, hearing Yang Yi call him, seemed to understand immediately what he was about to suggest and instantly refused.

"Damn it, how do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Yang Yi glared at his childhood brother with irritation, feeling utterly contemptuous inside.

"Let's not even discuss the complexity of Fudan University; just the Shangguan family matter—I really can't handle it, honestly!" Fatty Lin was genuinely a bit scared, as he had never dealt with this kind of affair before.

"Screw that! I'm only going for two days. I'll rush back as fast as I can, but I'm just asking you to stall for time! What’s so hard about that?" Yang Yi practically spat his words at Fatty Lin.

"Uh!" Fatty Lin froze for a moment, then said, "You're really only coming back in two days?"

"Don't worry, I'll return as quickly as possible, and their target is me, not you. So my brief absence won't affect you guys," Yang Yi murmured. "Just in case, I'll lay out how to..."

Just as they were discussing Yang Yi’s plan to take the private jet to Britain immediately and tasking Fatty Lin with keeping a close watch on the situation here, on the other side, a group of six men in black were rapidly converging on this location, and judging by their running speed, they were faster than a train. But the most significant factor wasn't their speed; it was the expression on their faces—any ordinary person witnessing it would likely soil themselves with terror.

There was a saying once heard: killing aura is forged through experience, while killing intent is imagined. But the killing aura radiating from these men had been tempered through relentless slaughter. Their visages were ferocious and ice-cold, their entire bodies emanating a chilling, negative energy. Clearly, these individuals were no simple characters, and the Dance of Death had already begun to move.