Simark, following Yang Yi's instructions, somehow found two foreign women somewhere, whose alluring looks suggested they were quite capable. Their revealing attire and fiery figures, with hints of cleavage, were undoubtedly the kind that instantly caught a man's eye.

"Just those two!" Simark observed Yang Yi scrutinizing them, his heart seemingly brimming with confidence that these two attractive and daring women would definitely complete this mission.

Yang Yi sneered inwardly. This Lecer family was truly a den of drug lords. Looking at these two sultry women, he knew instinctively they must have been cultivated through narcotics; the raw craving in their eyes was perfectly clear to him.

"Good, go make the arrangements. Better tighten the schedule, otherwise, once they gather tonight, our entire plan will vanish like smoke in the wind!"

"Relax, no problem!" Simark signaled the two women and spoke a few words in some foreign tongue, then sent them out with the bald-headed Rn.

At this moment, Long Yi approached Yang Yi and nodded, his meaning perfectly clear—everything was set. Yang Yi understood, glanced at Simark, and stated, "We can begin laying out the plan now."

"Right!" Simark responded and followed Yang Yi to the sofa.

After a round of discussion, they ultimately decided to follow Yang Yi's plan precisely. They would set up an ambush precisely where the two main factions converged, targeting the primary locations of their two objectives, Harry and Hard. The moment those two women made a move, everyone lying in wait on the periphery would spring the trap, seizing the chance to eradicate the traitorous elements.

As the saying goes, "Those who follow me live; those who oppose me die." This was the mindset Yang Yi used to set the trap for the Lecer family, and clearly, the situation was unfolding exactly according to his design. Of course, the main reason Yang Yi positioned the Black God Guard around the periphery of the Lecer family territory wasn't solely to keep their own group from getting ensnared.

It was primarily due to two other threats lurking in the distance: first, the Mafia operating beneath the royal nobility of London, England; and second, the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild that incessantly sought trouble and had dared to harm Yang Yi's women.

Yang Yi was certain that once the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild received news that their dispatched assassins had been defeated one after another, chaos would ensue, and they would inevitably hatch some scheme to kill him in the ensuing disruption. Moreover, the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild was also based in England. Given the current turmoil in Britain, Yang Yi surmised that the powers behind the Mafia would surely utilize the Assassin Guild to encircle him.

For the mastermind behind the Mafia, any unrest in London would immediately signal Yang Yi's presence there, given his known association with the Lecer family. Consequently, they would not miss the opportunity to use the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild as a tool. Thus, when these three or four factions were drawn into conflict, the ultimate beneficiary would be the Mafia. This move demonstrated to Yang Yi that the people behind the Mafia were indeed far from simple.

Yang Yi had considered using this opportunity to confront the Mafia head-on, but he remembered the royal nobility of London. The Black God Gang was currently no match for them, and China already presented numerous challenges—the Green Gang, the Dragon Gang, the Crown Prince's faction, the Eight Great Families of China, and so on. To invite enemies from all directions at this juncture would be courting self-destruction.

Just as Yang Yi suspected, the current conflicts were merely the machinations of the Mafia mastermind. The royal nobles of London had not intervened at all, which spoke volumes about their established power; if they were to step in, Yang Yi would undoubtedly face a headache. Royal intervention would trigger massive repercussions, ensuring that the Dark Council of the US and the Vatican would not stand idly by, at least ensuring those foreign entities would try to snatch some benefit.

Therefore, every step Yang Yi took now was incredibly cautious. Though he had yet to reach the peak of dominance, his ambition was to carve a bloody path forward. Every action, every path he chose, held the potential to stir up immense storms, perhaps even drawing out the ancient masters hidden away in mysterious sanctuaries. To avoid this, Yang Yi had to proceed with extreme care.

#################################### Meanwhile, inside a certain villa.

A middle-aged man sat on a sofa. He had brown hair, ocean-blue eyes, slight wrinkles around his forehead, and was holding a glass of scarlet red wine with an air of leisure, occasionally taking a sip, occasionally smiling faintly, as if he were utterly at ease.

This middle-aged man was the current Godfather of the Mafia, Aislind. At forty-five, he still possessed the cunning of an old fox. While he might not equal that world-class Godfather, he was certainly no trivial figure.

Although the Mafia currently fell under the purview of the British royal aristocracy, Yang Yi had already discerned the methods and ambitions of the Mafia.

"B!" Suddenly, another middle-aged man rushed in and called out to Aislind.

"Hmm?" Aislind frowned slightly, put down his wine glass, and asked, "What is it?"

"B... the Dragon Lord of China's Black God Gang has appeared near the Lecer family's territory," the man replied.

"Oh?" Aislind murmured softly, as if he had anticipated this. "It seems the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild truly isn't up to the task; they couldn't manage to kill him after all these repeated attempts."

"B, what should we do now?" the man asked hesitantly.

"Heh heh, we don't need to do anything yet. Send some men to keep a close watch and see what this Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang intends to do. Report back if anything significant occurs," Aislind said with a faint smile, picking up his glass of wine to drink again.

The man simply nodded and walked out. As he left, he saw a young man entering the doorway and respectfully called out, "Young Master!"

"Mm," the young foreigner replied. His name was Eskelenn, Aislind's son, and he was considered a legendary figure within the Mafia, someone expected to reach the status of a founding Godfather.

"Father," Eskelenn called out calmly.

"Oh... Karen, shouldn't you be spending time with your mother today?" Aislind asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes upon seeing his son.

"Mother has already left. I heard the Dragon Lord of China's Black God Gang arrived, so I came to take a look," Eskelenn explained.

"Heh heh, what's your assessment of him?"

"Someone the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild couldn't kill must certainly possess some extraordinary ability."

"Indeed. I've already instructed people to monitor him. It seems London might not remain quiet for long."

"Father, how do you plan to handle this?" Although Eskelenn was asking, the faint smile on his face suggested he wasn't inquiring but rather confirming his own suspicions.

Aislind knew what his son was thinking. He merely smiled, took a sip of wine, and then spoke, "What is your opinion of the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild?"

"They are competent. Even though they failed repeatedly to eliminate the target, they remain a useful organization of assassins."

"If we pursue the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild over this, they are bound to descend into chaos. Heh heh, then, everything will reach a conclusion," Aislind chuckled sinisterly, not finishing his thought, and continued drinking his wine.

Beside him, a demonic glint flashed in Eskelenn's eyes, and his lips curved into a smile—a smile that looked twisted, not because of his appearance, but because of what festered within his heart.

It was now approaching two in the afternoon.

According to Yang Yi's plan, the Lecer family forces had left only one thousand men inside the castle-like villa. The remaining four thousand were split into two contingents, lying in wait near the residences of their two leaders, Harry and Hard.

"Dragon Lord, Simark has everything arranged," Long Yi reported to Yang Yi, who was sitting inside the car, deep in thought.

"Good. Everything is set here. As soon as those two women make their move, Simark's men will rush in immediately," Yang Yi mused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he asked, "Are the files on the Blood-Weeping Assassin Guild ready?"

"They are ready; Long Wu is bringing them over now," Long Yi replied.

"Mm." Yang Yi nodded, then looked sharply out the window.

Beside him, the mischievous Feng Jiu tugged at Yang Yi's arm, shaking it slightly and asking, "Brother Dragon Lord, shouldn't we go eat something first? I'm hungry."

"Uh!" Hearing Feng Jiu's coquettish tone, Yang Yi was suddenly struck by a flood of emotion, not about hunger, but about a voice that echoed in his mind: “Brother Yi, Brother Yi, the sun is already shining on your backside! Get up, you lazy pig!”

"Sigh, I wonder how that little girl is doing now. Tian Er, I hope you won't let me find out about anything I don't want to happen, otherwise... hmph!" Yang Yi thought inwardly, and an intense, chilling aura instantly erupted from him, impossible to suppress, causing Feng Jiu beside him to turn deathly pale.

Sensing the hand holding his trembling, Yang Yi quickly regained control, smoothed his expression, and said, "Heh heh, Little Jiu is hungry, is that it? Alright, let's go eat first."

"Yay!" Feng Jiu, who had expected Yang Yi to be angry, became instantly excited when she saw his smiling face.

"Then, Dragon Lord, shall we go to a nearby restaurant first? We can have Long Wu meet us there later," Long Yi suggested.

"En," Yang Yi agreed, glancing at the scenery outside the car window, muttering softly to himself, "The game is about to begin."