The world is inherently innocent; only those who do not know how to utilize it bear the fault. Of course, when a grand opportunity lies before you, hesitating and worrying may prevent you from obtaining what you truly desire. The moment Yang Yi set foot in England, he had already planned how to spend his two-day holiday: even if he achieved little, it would at least make the Mafia aware of his intentions—a necessary "delaying tactic."

Indeed, due to current circumstances, the Black God Gang was not yet a nationwide organization, nor was it on the same level as the Mafia. Given the disparity in strength, Yang Yi had to be cautious, especially since the Mafia enjoyed the backing of British royal nobility. It was not yet time to confront the Mafia—that was Yang Yi’s sole reservation.

Meanwhile, on the side of the rebellious faction within the Leisay Family, Simak had followed Yang Yi’s plan, ensuring that the majority of the forces were secured. Following the deaths of Hard and Harley—the two half-brothers who led the rebellion—their faction was indeed scattered like sand, leaving no room for doubt. As such, Simak managed to gain control in a mere few hours.

“Young Master, most of the forces have been subdued. There are only a few individuals still resisting; should we…?” Bald Rn asked Simak.

“Hmph!” A shadow flashed in Simak’s eyes. He snorted coldly and said, “There is no shortage of weeds in the world, yet why must we pull them out by the roots? Born of the same origin, why must we rush to destroy each other?”

“Young Master…” Bald Rn seemed to understand what he meant. After hesitating for a moment, seeing Simak’s resolute expression, he stated, “I understand. We will proceed immediately as you instructed.”

Simak did not reply, merely nodding. A sense of apprehension began to creep into his heart. “It seems the Leisay Family will eventually belong entirely to the Black God Gang. Otherwise—in the end, it might be us who perish.”

Indeed, Yang Yi’s flawlessly executed plan had unified all the Leisay Family factions. Although it was not as intense as what happened in Country R, Simak’s initial objective in collaborating with Yang Yi had been achieved. Therefore, after the rebellion was quelled, the formal cooperative relationship could be considered perfectly severed. However, whether this was truly the case remained uncertain, as Simak was deeply apprehensive of Yang Yi’s power. He was wary not only of Yang Yi but also of everyone associated with the Black God Gang, perhaps even verging on fear.

“Dragon Lord, we have surrounded this location. What are your orders…?” Long Yi appeared beside Yang Yi and inquired.

“En.” After responding, Yang Yi raised his binoculars and glanced at the underground base belonging to the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild, their domain. A cold smirk touched his lips. “The Weeping Blood Assassin Guild, eh? I imagine you are quite relieved that it was the Black God Gang who struck first, and not the Mafia…”

Just as Yang Yi had predicted, inside the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild's underground base, Xu Ling was indeed feeling fortunate. If the Mafia had attacked first, the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild would have been finished. Not only would they have to fight the Black God Gang, but they would also be caught in the internal strife of the Leisay Family, allowing the Mafia to reap the benefits—this was abundantly clear.

“Father, what should we do now? The Black God Gang has completely encircled us.” Although Xu Bin usually possessed a nonchalant demeanor, he showed none of it now. Visible on his face was nothing but anxiety, suggesting that deep down, a fear of Yang Yi had begun to take root.

“What to do? What to do?” Xu Ling paced back and forth, muttering the words, but in an instant, his mighty frame shuddered violently. “The Black God Gang… the Black God Gang!”

“What is it, Father?” Xu Bin asked, seeing his father’s trembling body.

“Bin’er, tell me, if we were to engage in prolonged conflict with the Black God Gang, what are our chances of winning, given our current strength?” Xu Ling asked.

“This…” Xu Bin pondered. He was intimately familiar with the Black God Gang’s affairs, having dispatched men to investigate while they were still in Huaxia. In barely two years, they had risen to become one of the four major gangs in Huaxia, the godfather of Country R’s underworld, with armed strength comparable to other major factions in Huaxia—their pace of development was truly astonishing.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Bin knew clearly that the consequences of engaging the Black God Gang in battle were unpredictable. “Father, forgive your son’s uselessness. At this moment, I feel we have absolutely no capacity to resist, even if there are only three thousand men outside.”

“Alas!” Xu Ling sighed mournfully, knowing better than anyone that he was completely at the mercy of others now. “If… I mean if, we could cooperate with the Black God Gang—to put it plainly, submit to them—do you think we could secure an important position within their ranks?”

“Father, you don’t mean…” Xu Bin’s heart jolted, and he looked at his father with utter disbelief.

“This is the only way to save our Assassin Guild,” Xu Ling said, seeing his son’s look of astonishment. “Think about it: if the invaders right now were the Mafia instead of the Black God Gang, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

“Yes, that is true!” Xu Bin nodded in agreement, though he was also very perplexed. “Father, why are you so certain that the Black God Gang won’t use this critical juncture to wipe us out?”

“That is not difficult to surmise…” Xu Ling’s anxious face finally broke into a slight smile. He turned to the middle-aged man in black beside him and instructed, “Go immediately and send someone out to receive the Black God Gang’s Dragon Lord. Tell him I have matters to discuss with him.”

“Master…?” The middle-aged man in black seemed to harbor some reservations.

“Are you daring to defy my order now?” Xu Ling’s eyes hardened, and the imposing, powerful aura he possessed erupted instantly.

“Dragon Lord, are we preparing to attack or…?” Long Yi looked questioningly at Yang Yi, whose smile was bewitchingly wicked.

“No, not for now…” Yang Yi looked expectant, as if waiting for something specific to happen.

As expected, not long after, several figures emerged from the small, dilapidated hut in the open area. Among them was the middle-aged man in black, who cupped his hands towards Yang Yi’s group before walking toward Yang Yi.

“Dragon Lord!”

“No need. Command all Black God Guards to hold their positions,” Yang Yi said with a faint smile to Long Yi before standing still, awaiting the arrival of the middle-aged man.

“Yes!” Long Yi replied doubtfully.

“Honorable Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, our Master invites you inside for a meeting!” The middle-aged man in black tried to suppress his frigid expression, forcing a polite demeanor when speaking to Yang Yi, but alas—he didn't realize his expression currently looked worse than crying.

“Very well, lead the way,” Yang Yi responded without the slightest hesitation.

The middle-aged man in black looked surprised. Did Yang Yi not fear walking inside where an ambush could be sprung? Assassinations with no return were a common occurrence in the modern world. Yang Yi seemed to instantly perceive his thoughts, merely offering a slight smile by way of dismissal. Those possessing absolute strength have no need to concern themselves with such petty schemes. Furthermore, in the current situation, the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild was merely a piece of meat Yang Yi could pluck from the side of his mouth whenever he desired.

Moreover, Yang Yi, now at the first stage of the Azure Grandmaster realm, felt no fear of being surrounded by hundreds of people. Although releasing his Grandmaster Domain consumed considerable energy, it was more than enough to guarantee his life. However, one must not forget that accompanying him were the Six Paths of Reincarnation—six monsters listed on the Huaxia Dragon Ranking—so there was no need for worry.

“Of the Ten Military Generals, everyone except Long Yi, follow me,” Yang Yi noticed the middle-aged man’s somewhat displeased look and felt the need to intimidate him slightly, as he thought Yang Yi entering alone would appear excessively arrogant.

“Yes!” The Ten Military Generals and the others responded, following Yang Yi and the middle-aged man toward the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild.

Deep beneath the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild’s base, Xu Ling had made all the necessary preparations. In the base hall, Xu Bin stood behind Xu Ling, who sat with his eyes slightly closed. On the table before him, there was no array of objects, only a bottle of 1988 British red wine. This bottle of wine should not be underestimated; its price was considerable, and judging by the vintage alone, one could make an educated guess.

As Yang Yi and his entourage followed the middle-aged man in black into the dilapidated hut, he couldn’t help but admire the mechanisms set up by the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild. It started with a button hidden in a pile of junk, which activated an elevator rising from underground. After they all entered, it slowly descended. After passing a depth of two hundred meters, they finally saw the official signpost for the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild.

“Please,” the middle-aged man in black made a gesture of invitation to Yang Yi, indicating they should enter the large door located beneath the carved sign of the Weeping Blood Assassin Guild.