"Attention, passengers bound for Hong Kong, please prepare for disembarkation. Kindly ensure you have all your belongings and exit the aircraft in an orderly manner. Thank you for your cooperation!"

A beautiful voice resonated throughout the plane. Simultaneously, three middle-aged men in suits seated in the rear cabin shared a glint in their eyes, instinctively touched their waists, and promptly rose to move toward the front.

"Young Master, shall we disembark?" Feng Shi asked, her expression heavy.

"En!" Yang Yi responded. Just as he was about to stand and exit, he was unexpectedly blocked by a figure.

"Xuanyuan Bing?" Fatty Lin and Feng Shi exclaimed in unison.

"This time, allow me to accompany you, how about it?" Xuanyuan Bing paid no mind to the stunned looks on Fatty Lin and Feng Shi, instead locking her eyes directly onto Yang Yi as she asked.

Yang Yi's lips curved slightly, his gaze instinctively flicking to a certain spot, a cold sneer rising within him. "As long as you can handle the excitement, anything is possible."

"For this journey to be more enjoyable, I can assist you unconditionally. Of course, these matters will not interfere with 'that thing' between you and me," Xuanyuan Bing said, revealing a rare smile.

"'That thing'?" Yang Yi inwardly pondered, his brow twitching. "Let's go!"

"Damn, what the hell is all that about?" Fatty Lin looked thoroughly bewildered, muttering to himself before his expression also began to darken.

The four slowly walked off the plane and proceeded toward the exit. The time in Hong Kong was 5:30 PM, precisely the end of the workday, resulting in a massive flow of people.

"Quick, attack from three directions! Once the target is down, it's over. Do it while the crowd is thick!" One of the suited men reached behind his back, pulled out a jet-black handgun, chambered a round, and surged into the throng.

"They're here," Fatty Lin suddenly halted his steps, muttering under his breath.

"Let me handle this," Xuanyuan Bing's lips curled. The air around them suddenly turned frigid. Nearby pedestrians involuntarily shivered and instinctively hugged their arms around themselves.

"What's going on?"

"Why is the weather mutating like this? It suddenly got so cold."

"Yeah, when we left this morning, didn't they say Hong Kong would be 26 to 32 degrees today?"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out simultaneously with the spreading icy chill, immediately followed by screams. In that instant, the crowd dissolved into utter chaos, people fleeing and running everywhere. From above, it would have looked like a swarm of terrified ants scattering for their lives.

With a crisp "Ding!", a sound that struck everyone with astonishment and a bone-chilling awe, they trembled inwardly.

"Holy crap!" Fatty Lin exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the three figures—yes, three figures sculpted entirely out of ice. He gulped several times.

Yang Yi turned his head away from the statues, his gaze fixed on the cold-faced Xuanyuan Bing, and asked, "You also believe that killing is an art?"

"Killing is an art?" Xuanyuan Bing looked at him with confusion, then gave a cold laugh. "I don't know. I just did what I promised moments ago!"

"Promised?" A strange smirk played on Yang Yi's lips as he glanced at the three middle-aged men whom Xuanyuan Bing had frozen mid-shot. He shook his head in resignation, certain they were already dead. How could ice formed in this autumn weather possibly be survivable? "Let's go."

"............" The others assented and followed Yang Yi away.

Having just arrived in Hong Kong, they were immediately subjected to assassination attempts. Although Yang Yi currently didn't know who orchestrated the attack, he was certain that both the Qing Gang and the Long Gang had locked onto him and were monitoring his every move.

Leaving Shanghai was entirely different. Perhaps before his departure from Shanghai, the Qing Gang and Long Gang wouldn't have dared to act rashly. But once Yang Yi left Shanghai, it meant he had stepped onto the territory of the South. The South belonged to the Long Gang and the Qing Gang, with the exception of Hong Kong. Why was Hong Kong an exception? The reasons were undoubtedly...

First: Hong Kong is an administratively independent region. Second: Hong Kong differs from the mainland, making it very difficult to establish underworld influence there. Third: Hong Kong is filled with the children of the powerful elite; without significant capital or strength, one cannot establish a foothold here.

All the above indicated the differences between Hong Kong and the mainland, especially considering Hong Kong had several monikers: the 'City of Film,' the 'Shopping Paradise,' the 'Commercial Titan,' the 'Capital of Consumption,' and so forth. Hong Kong was arguably the first truly affluent region in Huaxia, possessing independent administrative power, which naturally meant a steady stream of high-ranking officials' offspring.

After leaving the airport, Yang Yi and his group checked into a nearby hotel, securing a Presidential Suite where each person had their own room. For Yang Yi, money was indeed a wonderful thing. If one worked hard their whole life to earn it, wouldn't it be a disservice to oneself not to enjoy it? Although his goals were grand, without a strong physique and a comfortable life, even standing atop the pinnacle drenched in blood would bring no satisfaction—this was human nature, the desires residing within the human heart.

"Young Master, your clothes are ready. Please take a bath first; today was quite tiring," Feng Shi said, placing an outfit on the bed, speaking to Yang Yi, who was standing by the window looking outside. It seemed serving Yang Yi had become an ingrained habit over recent years; seeing him don the clothes she prepared brought her immense satisfaction. Perhaps this was the so-called selfless love, always giving silently from behind.

"Have the profiles of all the forces in Hong Kong been prepared?" Yang Yi turned around, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, and asked.

"They are ready. Young Master, you should clean up first," Feng Shi replied with a faint smile.

Yang Yi understood and nodded, turning toward the washroom. However, just as he brushed past Feng Shi, he unexpectedly pulled her toward him. Without another word, his hot lips met hers in a deep, lingering kiss.

"Mmm! Young... Master, ah!" Feng Shi felt as if she were suffocating.

Releasing her, Yang Yi grinned mischievously. "Come, bathe with me!"

"No!" Feng Shi immediately refused, her face flushed crimson as she saw his wicked expression, feeling immensely shy.

"Come now, don't be shy!" Yang Yi assertively swept her up into his arms, opened the washroom door, and shut it with a kick. A sinister smile played on his lips as he looked at the shy, blushing Feng Shi, unable to resist kissing her again. "Darling, you'll keep me company tonight!"

His kiss made Feng Shi tingle all over; her gaze grew slightly hazy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and kissed him without speaking. But what kind of man was Yang Yi? He understood this much. With a smile, he placed her into the bathtub and began to run the water, initiating a scene poised to resemble the playful splashing of mandarin ducks.

Meanwhile, in a secluded villa somewhere, a middle-aged man sat heavily on a sofa, continuously smoking a dull cigarette. "They've arrived, they've arrived. It's finally happening!"

"Gang Leader!" Liu Xinbei appeared beside Qing Long at the opportune moment, reporting to him. "It seems there's movement."

"Oh? What kind of movement?" Qing Long immediately sat up when he heard Liu Xinbei's words.

"The Long Gang apparently sent men to assassinate the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang."

"What? What was the result? Where did it happen? Right on the plane?" Qing Long asked anxiously, clearly unable to underestimate the Black God Gang anymore. This might also be due to some outsiders visiting them a few days prior.

"It wasn't on the plane, but outside the airport, and this time, it looks like it will be very troublesome!"

"Troublesome—no need to state the obvious. If it weren't troublesome, the people from the Xiaoyao Sect wouldn't have come," Qing Long crushed his cigarette butt, his eyes narrowing with a chilling glint.

"It's not that. I received word that the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang arrived in Hong Kong with only three people this time, and one of them is an Esper. That's why the assassins sent by the Long Gang were turned into ice blocks outside the airport!" Liu Xinbei stated grimly.

"What? An Esper?" Qing Long's expression shifted. He frowned deeply and asked, "Is their power very high?"

"According to readings, at least S-Class!"

"It seems this is truly troublesome. Heh heh, but I doubt the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang will come looking for trouble with me first," Qing Long muttered, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Gang Leader, are you implying the Long Gang will face trouble first?"

"Hard to say. If the news is correct, the Long Gang will become quite prickly, especially since the Long Gate behind them has also made an appearance!"

"Gang Leader, I have always wondered what powerful backing the Black God Gang has, someone who causes both the Xiaoyao Sect and the Long Gate to be wary simultaneously. I truly cannot fathom who this Black God Gang truly is!"

"That is something I have puzzled over endlessly!" Qing Long sighed mournfully, then stood up. "Does the Black God Gang have any intention of eliminating our two pillars of the South this time... Wait, go now! Immediately prepare me a file of all the underworld factions in Hong Kong. I need it quickly!"

"Yes!" Although Liu Xinbei didn't know what Qing Long was suddenly contemplating, seeing his expression and considering his own suspicions, he felt an impending shadow looming.