After hearing Yang Yi’s words, a silence fell over the assembled group. The implication was clear to everyone: Yang Yi was overtly aiding the Lesse family, but his true target was the Mafia.

“Placing a bounty on me? Heh, I’d like to see who thinks so highly of me. I hope it won’t be a disappointment!” Yang Yi mused internally, a look of utter bewilderment spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Smark was following Yang Yi’s instructions precisely, swiftly mobilizing all the forces of the Lesse family. Though they were a fallen royal lineage, and merely a drug lord's family at that, their strength was still considerable.

In a short time, he had amassed over five thousand people. While the majority were not hardened fighters, their sheer numbers created an imposing presence, and these were individuals who feared death little. This wasn't because they were loyal to the Lesse family per se, but because they were specialists in narcotics; having grown up immersed in the drug trade, they knew that the moment they involved themselves, their lives no longer belonged to themselves.

On another front lay the concentration points of the Lesse family’s dissenting factions. Although two groups had defected and managed to cooperate through some established connection, their base of operations remained separate. After all, once they successfully carved up the legitimate assets of the Lesse family, whether they would turn on each other was highly unpredictable.

Especially with the Mafia backing them, if these two factions truly succeeded in their division and became the two dominant forces within the Lesse structure, their jealousy could easily ignite conflict. And if they fought, the Mafia would be the ones to profit.

Just as Yang Yi had predicted, these two factions, though not geographically distant, were currently indulging in rest and recuperation. Truthfully speaking, this meant either sleeping with women, feasting and playing, gambling away their funds, or, of course, indulging in their regular, rich 'momentary meal'—colloquially known as 'drug use.' For members of a British drug lord family, narcotics were an indispensable part of life.

Sitting in the grand hall of Smark’s villa, Yang Yi maintained a grim expression, lost in thought. The corner of his mouth curled downward more sharply until, suddenly recalling something, he immediately snatched up the documents on the table and began to pore over them.

Shi Junjiang and the others seated nearby watched him with undisguised confusion, daring not to interrupt due to the intense concentration etched on his face.

“I see, I see now!” Yang Yi suddenly exclaimed twice, then tossed the documents onto the table with a sinister smile. He looked at Long Yi and commanded, “Long Yi, immediately dispatch the Black God Guards to station themselves nearby. No need to approach too closely!”

“Uh, yes!” Though Long Yi had no idea what Yang Yi was planning, obeying his command was paramount, so without hesitation, he began making calls.

Just as Feng Jiu was about to ask Yang Yi a question, Smark entered and addressed him, “Mr. Yang, we are ready!”

“Ah, how many men do you have?” Yang Yi inwardly cheered at Smark’s timely arrival.

“I only have five thousand men under my command, and most are just ordinary thugs,” Smark replied.

“Good, that is sufficient!” Yang Yi immediately stood up and declared loudly, though moments later, he deliberately adopted a look of gravity.

Smark, observing this, turned to Yang Yi with confusion. “What is it, Mr. Yang? Do you have further concerns?”

“Are the leaders of the two factions who split your Lesse family Hale and Hard?” Yang Yi inquired.

“Yes, precisely those two brothers,” Smark replied. He had assumed Yang Yi was already aware of this, but a flicker of surprise crossed his face, leaving him staring at Yang Yi in confusion.

Seeing Smark’s bewilderment, Yang Yi merely smiled, pursing his lips. “Tell me about the relationship between those two brothers, their personalities, and their hobbies. If you have their complete profiles, that would be even better.”

“Ah, please wait a moment, I have that here!” Smark muttered a few words in a strange tongue to the elders behind him, and one of them hurried out.

“Mr. Yang, have you devised some new brilliant strategy?” Smark was no fool. Yang Yi requesting complete profiles of the leaders suggested a change in plan, which made him sound slightly displeased.

Noticing this, Yang Yi inwardly sneered, his narrowed eyes almost slits. Beside him, Shi Junjiang, hearing the dissatisfaction in Smark’s tone, directed an overwhelming wave of killing intent squarely at him, instantly chilling Smark into a cold sweat.

“Actually, Mr. Yang, I…”

“Hmph. I suggest you don't question my intentions. Let me tell you, wiping out your Lesse family would be as easy as lifting a finger. And don't forget, you are the one asking for my help right now,” Yang Yi scoffed. Though he knew Smark would never dare betray the Black God Gang, a little warning was necessary to prevent him from becoming complacent.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Smark inwardly trembled. If not for Yang Yi’s intervention, those dozen strands of killing intent would have likely driven him insane.

However, the Lesse family elders beside him looked utterly perplexed. They had sensed no change, staring blankly at Smark, just as an elder entered with a bald, middle-aged man—who was undoubtedly Rn, the Esper who had previously fought Fatty Lin.

“Young Master, the documents have arrived,” the bald Rn reported to Smark. Upon seeing Smark nod toward Yang Yi, he respectfully handed over the documents.

“Swish-swish!” The speed at which Yang Yi flipped through the documents stunned everyone. Yang Yi frowned slightly, and in less than a moment, a playful smirk touched his lips. “You must know those two brothers quite well, correct?”

“Uh, I suppose I do!” Smark replied after a moment of shock.

“In that case, we can exploit their shared characteristics!” Yang Yi gave a sinister smile, looking meaningfully at Smark, thinking, “This way, I can reduce the need for the Black God Guards to deploy. Heh, it’s their family matter, let them stir up trouble themselves!”

As the saying goes: scoundrels act erratically; their methods and schemes never follow the established rules. Furthermore, if they can avoid suffering a loss, they will strive to do so—these were the principles Yang Yi constantly preached: maximize utilization.

“Shared characteristics?” Smark’s heart skipped a beat. In that instant, he seemed to grasp something and quickly asked, “You mean temptation?”

“No, to be precise, it’s **!” Yang Yi pouted slightly, shook his index finger twice, and continued, “Hale and Hard, the two brothers never got along well because they share different mothers. But luckily, they both inherited one factor from their father: a shared penchant for women. So, we must utilize this. Of course, I trust you understand the next steps…”

“Haha, truly worthy of being the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang,” Smark burst into laughter. He felt this scheme was far superior to a direct assault. Yet, just as he thought this, Yang Yi threw a half-dead remark his way.

“But don't celebrate too soon. Deploying your five thousand men is necessary, but the goal isn't just to eliminate those rebels; it's also to send a warning to the power behind them,” Yang Yi thought, genuinely admiring his own maneuvering—this arrangement was essentially killing three birds with one stone.

First, it could directly reduce the deployment of the Black God Guards, minimizing casualties and avoiding unnecessary losses.

Second, it would directly resolve the rebellious faction, provided Smark could find two trustworthy women with sufficient skill.

Third, this was what Yang Yi called sending a warning to the Mafia. However, the most critical objective was that Yang Yi could directly use the Lesse family’s name to gain the upper hand against the Mafia, seizing the opportunity to test the strength of the one who issued the bounty, while simultaneously striking preemptively to foil the Mafia’s nefarious intentions against the Black God Gang.

It was clear—

Yang Yi’s move was thoroughly wicked, utterly decisive, and brutally effective, utilizing the Lesse family to their absolute limit.

“Good, I will arrange it immediately!” Smark, seemingly oblivious to being used, replied with a smile.

Everyone else present, except for Shi Junjiang, looked utterly bewildered. Hearing Yang Yi’s flawless plan, they all felt Smark had finally found the right man. Unfortunately, these fools didn't realize that Yang Yi himself was a wolf—a wolf that would devour a man without spitting out the bones.

“Indeed, but there is one more point to note. Finding the right women requires a certain level of skill—not just ** skill, but also assassination skill,” Yang Yi’s eyes flashed with cold light.

“Yes!” Smark affirmed, then added, “Don’t worry about that. I have plenty of women here, women that Hale and Hard would never suspect.”

“That is best!” Yang Yi didn't know exactly what sort of women Smark meant, but as long as they could execute his plan, he was satisfied. After all, he was now a rogue overlord more cunning than a fox.