The atmosphere inside Yang Yi's villa was thick with tension. Besides Yang Yi himself, Lin Fatty and the others were utterly astonished, even shocked, by the plan he had just laid out. To advance into Shanghai in such a manner wasn't just a strategy; it was dangerously bold.

Just as they were about to exchange some words about it...

“Young Master!” Feng Shi arrived before Yang Yi, holding a mobile phone, and reported, “A call from the Lai Sai family. It seems something has happened over there.”

“What?” Yang Yi’s heart jolted. He had just been preparing to head to Britain to sort things out, and now, before he could even leave, trouble had erupted? He snatched the phone immediately. “Hello!”

“Hello—dear Yang, this is Si Mark…” Si Mark’s anxious voice came through the receiver; it sounded as if the situation in the UK had reached a critical, urgent state.

It turned out the Lai Sai family had begun to fracture. The factions that had long ago betrayed the main line were already organizing themselves. And for some unknown reason, they seemed prepared to ignite a bloody conflict within the Lai Sai family to overthrow the current head of the household in one fell swoop.

The reason they possessed the capability to do this was entirely thanks to the mafia organization in Britain. The influence of the Mafia could not be underestimated, as they were directly backed by the British Royal forces. With their support, it was merely a matter of time before the rebellious faction could topple the entire Lai Sai family structure.

“! Si Mark, prepare yourself. I’ll be on the private jet heading your way immediately!” Yang Yi’s expression suddenly grew solemn, and he spoke in a level, quiet tone.

“Yes, thank you, dear Yang!”

After Si Mark ended the call, the several anxious middle-aged British men beside him immediately questioned him, “Young Master Si Mark, what did he say?”

“He’s coming immediately by private jet.” Si Mark glanced at the anxious elders of the family beside him, a cold sneer lingering within his heart. For the high-ranking members of the Lai Sai family, they placed more faith in a foreigner than in their own kin. He then eyed the middle-aged man who had remained seated the entire time, though an aura of supreme authority radiated from him.

“Father, Yang asked us to stall for time as much as possible. What do you think?”

“En! Do as he suggests. When I handed the authority over to you, I already signaled that I trust whatever you decide to do.” The middle-aged man spoke, then rose and walked toward the exit.

However, anyone could see the profound gravity etched onto the middle-aged man’s face. The Lai Sai family was not joking around now. With the intervention of the Mafia, their forces were already splintered, and quite a few opportunists were hanging banners of defiance—figuratively flying their underpants as a ‘banner of righteousness.’

Meanwhile, on the other side, the moment Yang Yi hung up the phone, he instructed Feng Shi to make arrangements. He then turned to Lin Fatty and laid out the necessary steps for establishing their foothold in Shanghai, ordering that he be notified immediately if there was any news from Dongfang Shiling.

Yang Yi could have simply entrusted the entire matter to Lin Fatty, but the latter currently lacked the confidence to handle such a large undertaking himself. This was understandable; every step they took now was on the international stage, and pressure was inevitable. Moreover, the issues in Shanghai were entirely different from those in the East China region; the people and challenges they faced now were on a completely different level. Therefore, Lin Fatty feeling inadequate for the promotion was quite excusable.

“Boss, are you planning to go alone this time?” Xu Ming sounded slightly worried. The power of the British Mafia was not something to be taken lightly.

“Hehe, don’t worry,” Yang Yi chuckled and replied, “I already dispatched the Ten Armies and three thousand armed Black God Guards to station in Britain last time. I am not going alone this time.” (Author's Note: A small foreshadowing is revealed, satisfying! More is coming, guess away.)

“En, that’s for the best!” Although Ye Xiaohou felt surprised, Yang Yi hadn’t explicitly stated his previous actions. Had he anticipated the situation in Britain already? This undoubtedly made Ye Xiaohou look at Yang Yi with new respect. His methods were growing increasingly mature, his thoughts more inscrutable. He secretly mused, “He has reached the level befitting a true hegemon.”

“Young Master, everything is prepared,” Feng Shi called out to Yang Yi.

“En!” Yang Yi responded, turning to Lin Fatty and the others. “I leave things here to you all. Be careful.”

“Okay, Boss. Brother Yi, you must be careful too. The Mafia runs deep.”

After stepping out of the villa, Yang Yi suddenly frowned and murmured softly, “Yanran, you don’t need to come. Stay here!”

“Young Master?” Feng Shi called out doubtfully when she saw Yang Yi’s face suddenly turn cold.

“Enough, be obedient!” Yang Yi turned back and offered her a gentle smile, then softly called out, “Six Paths of Reincarnation!”

“Yes!” A voice echoed from the air.

“Young Master, be careful. I’ve already arranged for people to wait for you there,” Feng Shi said, a trace of reluctance and worry in her eyes.

“En!” Yang Yi acknowledged, his figure flickering. His speed in running was so fast that one could only perceive streaks of afterimages. “Heh heh, good timing. This trip to Britain, I’ll settle the account with your Blood-Tears Assassin Guild as well.”

It turned out that as Yang Yi stood at the doorway, he had already sensed the feeling of danger, and the aura within that feeling was entirely familiar to him. The aura of assassins—it could only mean the Blood-Tears Assassin Guild was coming to provoke him again.

“Whoosh, whoosh!” His figure continued to sprint. Six black-clad figures with murderous intent in their eyes focused momentarily, then abruptly changed direction and pursued another path.

“That’s the target! Make absolutely sure he doesn’t escape,” one black-clad man said coldly.

“Yes!”

The group of six sped up, their objective seemingly singular: to catch Yang Yi, who was already ahead of them.

“Not bad, all six are Grandmaster-level experts in the Yellow Rank. It seems the Blood-Tears Assassin Guild has invested heavily this time. Just how much bounty did that son-of-a-bitch Mafia put on my head?” Yang Yi cursed inwardly, though he had no idea how high the bounty placed on him truly was.

Glancing at his watch, a cold smile played on Yang Yi’s lips. “Good, I still have some time. I’ll entertain them for a bit first!” With that, his figure accelerated sharply. In less than a moment, Yang Yi deliberately lured the group of six to a relatively open area in the suburbs, stopped, and smiled faintly.

“Be careful!” the middle-aged black-clad man called out coldly while running, his brow furrowed.

“Swish, swish!” Their movements were extremely ghostly, their faces uniformly icy. In less than a second, the six had surrounded Yang Yi. Without exchanging a word, a tacit understanding passed between them, and they attacked.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”…….

A burst of scorching heat immediately erupted. Just as these six men prepared to strike—having been ordered by their master that the target was a Grandmaster-level expert capable of releasing a second-level Grandmaster Domain—six figures suddenly materialized out of thin air, each throwing a punch. The two forces collided head-on.

Sensing the presence of Grandmasters of roughly similar levels fighting around him, Yang Yi felt a surge of excitement. It wasn't because their strengths were vastly different, but because as they fought, he stood right in the middle of them, feeling the distinct, intensely hot surges of energy impacting his skin. This made him feel as if he were sensing the mystery carried by power—this was the realm of the Grandmaster that martial artists strived for.

Six against six was undeniably the fairest confrontation, but who was Yang Yi? He was a rogue, someone who never bothered with gentlemanly rhetoric. At this moment, a roguish smile curved his lips, and his body suddenly moved. His fists tightened, carrying a faint yet intensely dangerous surge of kinetic energy, and he struck out.

“Boom!” Yang Yi hit one of the black-clad men with a single punch, sending him flying a meter away. The man’s mouth bulged, seemingly about to vomit blood, but he forced himself not to. “You are despicable!” After speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a burst of strength in his feet, his entire body shot toward Yang Yi.

“I’m despicable? Thank you, I appreciate the compliment.” Yang Yi suddenly flashed a wicked grin, and a chilling aura instantly emanated from him. The smile on his lips turned startlingly cold. “Whoosh, whoosh!”

“Be careful! His Grandmaster Domain!” Sensing the situation around them changing drastically, a middle-aged black-clad man immediately shouted a warning, and his figure began to shift, moving away from Yang Yi and the others.

“Hmm?” Yang Yi frowned, thinking inwardly, “It seems these people came prepared. Very well, if that’s the case…” With that thought, Yang Yi coldly barked, “Six Paths of Reincarnation, heed my command!”

“Yes!” The six figures standing beside Yang Yi roared in unison.

“Do not release your Grandmaster Domains. Just take them out directly. We don’t have much time.”

“Your command will be obeyed!”

“How utterly arrogant?” Yang Yi’s words struck the ears of the middle-aged black-clad man as grating. “Show me your full strength! Attack!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”………

Seven figures and six figures interwove once more. This time, it seemed everyone was using their full power, causing the air itself to feel several degrees hotter. The surging energy flows and full-force attacks from these clashing figures were equivalent to a desperate battle between life and death.