"To live is suffering, to grieve is pity; birth, death, life, and death, all eventually return to the yellow earth." Watching the six-on-six battle, Yang Yi couldn't help but recall a saying he often heard while by his grandfather's side in the past.

He remembered being six years old, accompanying Elder Yang on his medical rounds, frequently hearing those very words. Back then, Elder Yang sighed them over patients nearing death, yet he sounded so solitary. And now, here he was, Yang Yi, echoing the lament, directed at these very individuals.

"Boom!" "Boom!" —

"Pfft!" Several men in black were struck hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood. In a fight centered on cultivation realms, especially one-on-one, the six Yellow-rank Grandmasters were clearly outmatched.

Yet, on the side of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, only the Hell path had slightly lower cultivation and thus suffered a minor disadvantage; otherwise, victory was assured, and Yang Yi hadn't even made a move.

Glancing over the six Yellow-rank Grandmaster assassins, Yang Yi sneered and commanded, "Kill!"

"Whoosh whoosh!" Figures flashed again. This time, Tian Cong had released his Grandmaster First Level Domain. But this domain was different from the last. Having been inadvertently influenced by Yang Yi's domain previously, which had long prevented him from breaking through to the Cyan-rank Grandmaster realm, he had finally achieved that breakthrough. Therefore...

"Hiss hiss!" Nameless crimson flames materialized out of thin air. It happened in an instant; the crimson flames had already encircled the six assassins. Although Yang Yi had said not to release the Grandmaster Domain, who was he? If you kill the enemy, being alive is the ultimate victory.

Sometimes, standing on the sidelines and watching such an intense battle, one where the opponents were evenly matched, was truly an enjoyment. Yang Yi finally understood why his grandfather hadn't seized that moment of momentum to dominate the entire national underworld, choosing instead to remain hidden.

Indeed, a man of ambition was not one who favored constant fighting and killing. What he cared about was having the entire situation grasped in his own hands, watching from the sidelines, standing firm while those obsessed with fame and fortune fought madly. This was a kind of enjoyment, an imposing aura of standing at the pinnacle, looking down upon the masses.

"The Blood-Weeping Assassins Guild? Hmph—Let's settle old scores and new ones together." Yang Yi glanced at the assassins whose fate was sealed. After all, within a Grandmaster Domain, everyone was merely prey to the domain's wielder, unless their own strength was overwhelmingly superior. Otherwise, it was only a dead end, especially for the current six Yellow-rank assassins.

####################################### The next day, in the early hours, a young man appeared at London Airport in England. He was dressed in clothing that was very dashing, yet remarkably cool, with his collar popped, a faint smile lingering on his lips as he stood by the arrival gate.

After a little while, a stretched black Lincoln arrived. In Britain, especially in London, Cadillacs, Jaguars, and the like were common; but a stretched Lincoln? That was another matter entirely.

Nine people emerged from the car—seven men and two women. They glanced inside, spotted the young man standing there with a smile, and immediately walked over.

"Greetings, Dragon Lord!"

"Enough with the formalities. Take me to see Si Mark immediately!" Without a doubt, these nine were the Ten Military Generals, and the young man, needing no further thought, was Yang Yi.

His first action after landing was heading straight to the Laisai family, illustrating how eager Yang Yi was to resolve the matters in Britain quickly.

"Yes!" Dragon One responded, then respectfully called out, "Dragon Lord, please get in the car!"

"Good!" Hearing this, Yang Yi interrupted a certain train of thought in his mind and promptly walked toward the stretched Lincoln.

Once inside the car, Dragon One immediately handed Yang Yi a file without a word, stating, "Dragon Lord, this is information on the Mafia. After receiving Sister Two’s call, we investigated and discovered that a high-ranking authority within the Mafia has placed a bounty on you via the Blood-Weeping Assassins Guild. The bounty amount is already astronomical!"

"Astronomical?" Yang Yi had long suspected that the people behind the bounty were from the British Mafia, so he wasn't overly surprised by the bounty itself. What puzzled him slightly was Dragon One's sudden mention of an "astronomical" sum. "How astronomical?"

"Three hundred billion US dollars!" Dragon One stated without hesitation.

"Damn it!" Yang Yi cursed internally. He was truly shocked—three hundred billion US dollars! How many Renminbi was that? Thinking of this, a cold smile suddenly curved Yang Yi's lips. "It seems the Mafia Godfather values me quite highly."

The Mafia, founded on the island of Sicily in Italy, was once the greatest organization. Its earliest Godfather, the progenitor of the underworld, was Vito Cascio Ferro.

He was the world's first established patriarch of organized crime, and whether in the twentieth century or now, Vito Cascio Ferro was the Mafia Godfather Yang Yi respected and admired the most. This wasn't just because of his legendary life, but because he led the underworld to stand against the national government. Although his death was unjust, Yang Yi felt he deserved respect.

"I didn't expect the Mafia to have degenerated into lapdogs for the British Royal Family. Alas!" Yang Yi murmured with light regret, but simultaneously, the aura surrounding him instantly spread, causing the others nearby to look at him with confusion.

They didn't know that Yang Yi truly felt regret at that moment—that the gang created by the historical figure he admired most had fallen to such a state. Thus, intense dissatisfaction brewed within him. The transition of the Mafia from its Italian roots to being subservient to Britain was truly disheartening. If the deceased Vito Cascio Ferro knew from the depths of Hell, would he be angry enough to jump out?

He suppressed his aura, took a deep breath, seemingly controlling his mood, and began reviewing the file. It showed that the current leader of the modern Italian Mafia progenitor, Aislinde, commanded a world-class gang of sixty thousand members, now affiliated under the British Royal Aristocracy in London.

After only a few glances at the material, Yang Yi suddenly closed the file, lightly closed his eyes, and tapped his forehead as he asked, "What is the current situation with the Laisai family?"

"The Laisai family—I believe, Dragon Lord, you already understand their background, so I will speak plainly!" Dragon One made a show of collecting his thoughts before continuing, "The Laisai family are drug lords; they have always dealt exclusively in narcotics, so their forces are divided into three factions."

"Three factions?" Yang Yi frowned slightly. "If there are three factions, I presume two have already defected?"

"That is correct. Two of the factions have reached a consensus through certain vested interests and have been secretly and slowly carving up the Laisai family. However, the faction led by Si Mark is not weak, allowing them to clash for a long time. But about a year ago, due to the ambition of the British Royal Family, they instructed the Mafia to intervene on the side of the defecting factions, leading to the current situation!"

"And what is the Mafia doing now?"

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the Mafia has yet to make any moves, but those two defecting factions are frequently attacking Si Mark's faction, and they seem to be growing bolder and more effective in their assaults!"

"Oh?" Yang Yi mused, thinking inwardly, If the Mafia hasn't acted now, why are the defecting factions attacking? And why are they becoming more aggressive? Could it be... As he pondered, a cold glint flashed in Yang Yi's eyes. "I didn't expect this, I didn't expect this. The Mafia still has some spine; they haven't completely submitted to the British Royal Family. Haha!"

"........" The group was utterly bewildered by Yang Yi's sudden burst of laughter.

The car moved slowly, and only after a long time did it arrive before the gates of the mobile super-castle-like villa. After stopping, Dragon Five, who was driving, called out, "Dragon Lord, we have arrived!"

"Hmm," Yang Yi replied coolly, then stepped out of the car. What greeted him immediately was the stern attire and the extremely high level of vigilance maintained by the guards.

"It seems the Laisai family is truly on the brink of collapse," Yang Yi sneered internally. Although the Laisai family had provided considerable funding to his Black God Gang, they seemed too useless, shrinking back from defending their own family's strength.

"#%#...%@&#...%..." A string of pure English came forth. The guards standing at the gate frowned upon seeing Yang Yi and his group approaching, and they questioned them sternly.

"Go inside and announce that Yang Yi from Huaxia is here for a meeting!" Although Yang Yi felt contempt, the words he spoke were in English.

"!" The guard was relatively polite. Upon hearing Yang Yi claim to be from Huaxia, he immediately responded and ran inside.

"Dragon Lord, didn't Si Mark know you were coming today? Why is he doing this..." Dragon One said, seemingly displeased.

"Hehe," Yang Yi chuckled without speaking. He was long numb to such formalities. Who knew what sort of despicable thoughts were going through that man's mind right now, but it certainly wasn't anything good.