"Right then, you all sit tight for a moment. I just need to run to the restroom," Yang Yi said, noticing Fatty Lin's thoughtful expression, and offered a faint smile. "Don't overthink things; just trust me."

"Got it!" Hearing Yang Yi say that, Fatty Lin also managed a relaxed grin. "As long as I get to fight, that's all that matters!"

"Jeez!" Yang Yi instinctively glanced around. Fortunately, everyone was either asleep or had earplugs in. If someone had overheard, they might have thought Fatty Lin was crazy, a fighting fanatic. After giving him a speechless side-eye, Yang Yi headed towards the restroom area.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, a cold-faced woman noticed Yang Yi heading for the washroom. For some unknown reason, the corner of her mouth curved upwards, and she muttered, "A perfect chance!" After whispering this, she followed in his footsteps.

Simultaneously, in the rear cabin, three middle-aged men wearing sunglasses suddenly appeared. They walked to the first-class section, took a brief look around, and one of them pulled out a photograph. A sliver of cold intent narrowed his eyes as he quietly murmured, "It's him!"

"What do you say? Do we strike now, or...?"

"No. Doing anything on the plane right now would put us at a disadvantage!"

"Then...?" Another man looked at him with doubt.

"Until the plane lands, we keep him in sight. Once we touch down, we'll look for an opening to act!" As the first man spoke, he subconsciously touched a spot on his body, as if something crucial was concealed there.

"Good!" The other two nodded in agreement, their response crisp and decisive.

However, after these three men departed, a palpable unrest began to ripple through the air—not turbulence, but a distinct feeling of nausea. Within the Six Paths of Reincarnation group, three members looked ghastly pale, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, as if enduring intense agony.

"Tenth Brother, Eighth Brother, Sixth Brother, are you alright?" Tian Cong, though not a frequent flyer, was surprisingly unaffected. Only the other three seemed to be struggling, retching but unable to actually vomit. If it weren't for their internal energy supporting their bodies, they would have surely reverted to their true forms and hidden away, vomiting uncontrollably.

"We're fine, Fifth Brother. Those three people..." Ren Li said, his face considerably strained.

"Hmph. Just common assassins. The Dragon Lord will surely notice them. Besides, they won't dare cause trouble while we're mid-flight!" Tian Cong scoffed coldly.

"Then perhaps we should find somewhere to rest for now, given our current state..."

"Agreed. Here’s the plan: you three find a spot to rest. I'll go inform the Dragon Lord. You sit here for now, conceal your auras, and focus your internal breath on your temples—that should alleviate it slightly!" Tian Cong finished, stood up, and headed toward the restrooms.

"Understood!"

These six men were truly suffering. Since boarding, they had not only been hiding their physical discomfort but constantly using their internal energy to suppress the urge to throw up. Although they had flown before, nothing untoward had happened then. This time was different, proving that air travel was quite taxing for them.

"Splash, splash!" The sound of running water echoed from the faucet in the sink. After washing his hands, Yang Yi looked up into the mirror and instantly froze, letting out an involuntary gasp, "Damn it!"

"What? Surprised?" A voice, tinged with a hint of resentment yet maintaining its icy composure, rang out.

"Miss, do you have any idea how dangerous this is?" Yang Yi spun around, looking at Xuanyuan Bing, who had suddenly materialized behind him, with utter disbelief. Putting aside how she managed to appear on this aircraft, the fact that she was here, and specifically in the men's restroom, was astonishing.

"Dangerous? What's wrong with this?" Xuanyuan Bing stood with her arms crossed, looking at Yang Yi with a puzzled expression.

"Sweat..." Yang Yi felt a cold sweat break out. This girl was truly fearless. He gestured, "I mean, this isn't the ladies' room, it's the men's. Are you a man?"

"This..." Xuanyuan Bing subconsciously scanned her surroundings, then looked back at the stunned Yang Yi. "I don't see anything inappropriate."

"Uh..." Yang Yi paused, a slight smile touching his lips. Since the young lady herself didn't mind, why should he make an issue of it?

"Tell me, why are you here?"

"What? You don't want me to appear before you?" Xuanyuan Bing countered instead of answering.

"Never mind," Yang Yi sighed inwardly. He truly felt a bit helpless dealing with Xuanyuan Bing. Their previous pretense of being a couple was necessary due to the Eight Great Families' affairs, which had now concluded. He needed to focus on his own path forward. He hadn't expected her to suddenly show up here.

It was true that among the Eight Great Families, the Xuanyuan family, the Dongfang family, and the Shangguan family (acting as partners) were now maintaining the Black God Gang's influence in Shanghai. No, more accurately, they were shielding the Black God Gang, preventing outright conflict. This was because three of the Eight Families were already enemies of the Black God Gang, another was brewing trouble, and only one remained unseen. Yang Yi couldn't help but acknowledge that this was precisely the effect he desired.

Currently, only one word could describe the relationship between the Black God Gang and the Huaxia Eight Great Families: chaos. Chaos could scatter focus, making it hard for anyone to make a timely decision. Chaos could buy time, obscuring who was an enemy and who was merely a rival. Chaos also served the effect of showing potential actors that engaging would involve too many entangled issues, requiring careful consideration before making a move.

"Hey, why aren't you asking anymore? Hey..." Seeing Yang Yi walk out, Xuanyuan Bing called after him with clear frustration.

Just as Yang Yi stepped out, he spotted Tian Cong and frowned. "What's wrong?"

Tian Cong clasped his hands in a formal salute and then leaned close to Yang Yi's ear, speaking a few sentences. Yang Yi's brow furrowed, a shadow of worry crossing his mind. "I understand."

"Yes, your subordinate takes his leave!" Tian Cong maintained his ancient, formal demeanor, bowed again, and walked back.

Xuanyuan Bing also emerged at that moment. Seeing Tian Cong, then looking at Yang Yi's troubled expression, she asked, "What happened?"

Hearing her question, Yang Yi offered a faint smile and turned to her. "The journey ahead for us might be perilous. I wonder, Miss Xuanyuan, are you prepared?"

"Perilous?" Xuanyuan Bing's eyebrows knitted together coldly at the word. "Survival is always forged in danger."

"Heh, interesting." Yang Yi chuckled lightly, then returned to his seat with a sudden gravity.

Yes, gravity. Yang Yi felt heavy-hearted because they were not on solid ground but in an airplane. If anything went wrong up here, the danger would be extreme. While Yang Yi was supremely self-confident, that confidence relied on having leverage on the ground. He wasn't a god or a superhuman; he was merely an ancient martial arts Grandmaster with some basic skills. He couldn't fly or burrow underground. Therefore, trouble on this aircraft meant death was alarmingly close.

"Brother Yi, what is it?" Fatty Lin asked, noticing Yang Yi's solemn expression.

"Hmm." Yang Yi paused, then made a few hand gestures. "This time, it's not simple."

"Ah! Oh!" Fatty Lin responded with a start and a quick glance. Seeing Yang Yi's gestures, he seemed to understand something, as these were signals they often used in childhood. His expression instantly turned serious. He knew why Yang Yi was signaling this way—with others nearby—as overhearing their communication could cause a panic, and if the wrong people realized it, they might use the ensuing chaos to make a move.

"Brother Yi, you think they might choose this moment?"

"No. The plane is almost at Hong Kong now. They should be smart enough. If they stir anything up now, they'd likely..." Yang Yi left the sentence unfinished, but Fatty Lin wasn't an idiot; he would understand the implication.

"Then who could this group be?" Fatty Lin inquired.

"Probably one of the Green Gang or the Dragon Gang!" A cold smirk flickered across Yang Yi's lips.

Feng Shi, standing nearby, looked utterly confused. "Young Master, what's happening?"

"Heh, nothing, just some trash trying to set a trap for your Young Master," Yang Yi replied with veiled meaning and a smile.

Hearing this, Feng Shi's expression turned icy. "Young Master, but right now..."

"Don't worry, didn't I just say?" Yang Yi smiled faintly, continuing, "For now, we should be safe, but landing might be another story. However, all that is secondary. The crucial point is that I suspect the Green Gang and the Dragon Gang are well aware that I'm heading to Hong Kong."

At this, Fatty Lin and Feng Shi’s faces shifted dramatically. "Could it be they've already mobilized?"

"Since they know I'm going to Hong Kong, once we leave Shanghai, there’s no doubt they will make a move."