"Heaven has a path, yet you choose not to take it; Hell has no gate, yet you force your way in." This saying, I have encountered many times in my life, and I certainly put it to use on the petty thugs of the Red Star Society. Moreover, I manipulated the situation using a tactic of hitting the dog with a stick, effectively misleading the Red Star Society into a violent clash with the Sun Yee On. I watched this entire conflict from the sidelines, and this skirmish gave me a whole new perspective on the Hong Kong triads. Hong Kong, truly a remarkable place, and the triads here are indeed just as the rumors suggest. — Recollections of Yang Yi

The scent of early morning permeated the air. Yang Yi, who should have risen long ago, unexpectedly lay stubbornly in bed, refusing to move, allowing the sunlight streaming through the window to wash over him without shaking his desire for a long lie-in in the slightest.

"Young Master, time to wake up... Young Master!" Feng Shi nudged him a few times. Seeing his utter reluctance to stir, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise.

But just as surprise registered, and before she could call out again, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. He playfully pinched Feng Shi’s nose and grinned, "Darling, calling me up so early, are you trying to earn a punishment from me, hmm?"

"Young Master, no, today... Mmm! Today..." Feng Shi was utterly disarmed by his touch, feeling a prickle of heat rush over her skin, letting out a soft moan.

Yang Yi suddenly released her, pinching her nose once more as he declared, "Today, I'll let you off the hook, hehe!"

"You’re terrible!" Feng Shi pouted, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Hurry up and wash now; everyone is waiting for you to eat breakfast!"

"En, alright, I'll be right there," Yang Yi smiled faintly. Today, he felt a sense of anticipation; anticipating how the scene he orchestrated last night would begin to unfold this evening.

The group of eight sat in the hotel dining room. Six wore expressions of grim seriousness, one looked utterly indifferent, and the final one remained as cold and detached as ever. This collection of characters made for an oddly mismatched sight, causing passersby to involuntarily steal extra glances their way.

After freshening up, Yang Yi walked toward the hotel restaurant in his newly donned clothes. The sight of the incongruous assembly greeted him immediately, nearly making him laugh, though the smile caught in his throat. "You all are up so early?"

"Brother Yi!"

"Dragon Lord!"

"Alright, everyone sit. How many times have I told you, no need for these unnecessary formalities with me!" Yang Yi looked seriously at the Six Paths of Reincarnation members.

"Yes!" The Six Paths members looked slightly embarrassed as they sat down.

"Let's eat breakfast," Yang Yi announced, taking his seat. Yet, the moment he settled in, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. With an expression a mixture of resignation and helplessness, he asked, "Yanran, did you find out about that plane incident yesterday?"

"It’s clear now; it was the Dragon Gang," Feng Shi replied, taking a bite of a golden steamed bun.

"It seems they are behind this as well."

"This time?" Fatty Lin frowned upon hearing this, and he wasn't the only one; every face in the room creased with concern at that instant.

"Relax, relax. Eat breakfast first; we don't need to bother cleaning up this garbage right now," Yang Yi waved his hand, smiling broadly. "The Dragon Gang has been bothering me repeatedly; there must be something forcing their hand."

"Young Master, should we investigate further?"

"En, call Uncle Han and have him fax over the latest intelligence regarding any movements from both the Dragon Gang and the Green Gang. I want to review it tonight!" Yang Yi lightly blew on his steaming bowl of white porridge.

"Understood!"

"Um, Brother Yi, regarding last night's operation, can we see the results today?" Fatty Lin asked around as he munched on a bun, showing his habit of talking even while eating.

"Hehe, what do you think?" Yang Yi pondered for a moment. "Today, I'll take you all to watch a good show!"

"A good show? What kind of show?" Xuan Yuan Bing, who had been puzzled until now, inquired.

"You'll know soon enough!" Yang Yi smiled faintly, his gaze intentionally flickering towards a corner radiating faint killing intent. "It seems even breakfast won't be peaceful."

"Do you need me to act?" Xuan Yuan Bing coldly swept her eyes toward the two men in black suits positioned in the corner to her left.

"It’s not the time to strike. There are too many people here, and they have more than just two operatives. Look at the 45-degree angle, the 38-degree angle, the 60-degree angle! Over ten people in total. It seems the Dragon Gang leader truly holds me in high regard. Three assassins died, and yet he immediately dispatches this many to kill me again. Haha!" Yang Yi's tone carried a note of self-mockery.

"Dragon Lord, we have finished eating," the Six Paths members stated, rising and nodding to Yang Yi.

"Go ahead."

Yang Yi nodded back, a strangely cunning smile on his face. After they ate for a while longer, the remaining members of his party touched their stomachs, as if they too were full.

"Truly full... Brother Yi, this hotel breakfast is actually quite good, much better than what they serve in Shanghai. It suits my taste at least," Fatty Lin remarked.

"Hehe, Hong Kong cuisine shares characteristics closer to Guangdong, and Guangdong food is rooted in independent regional dishes, much like what we ate growing up in the village. So, naturally, the taste is different from Shanghai!" Yang Yi chuckled. "And don't forget, Hong Kong boasts the reputation of being a 'Gourmet Paradise.' If even the food in a hotel like this wasn't delicious, it wouldn't deserve those words."

"Indeed..."

"Alright, we've eaten too. It’s time to deal with those ungrateful wretches. Since they’ve already shown their weapons, let's lead them outside!" Yang Yi whispered conspiratorially. "Yanran, you drive."

"Yes!" Feng Shi responded.

After settling the bill, the group walked towards the exit and boarded their vehicle. Simultaneously, just as their car pulled away, the group of more than ten men in black instantly stood up and gave chase, piling into their own vehicles at the entrance.

"Boss, why didn't you let us engage them just now?" one youth asked, brandishing a DT60 single-core handgun—a specialized weapon that fired a thirty-centimeter diameter projectile capable of reaching six hundred meters instantly, though it held only three rounds.

"Are you an idiot? Didn't you see how many people were around? And in a hotel, no less. If we caused a scene, escaping would be impossible, and falling into the hands of the Hong Kong police would bring endless trouble," the middle-aged man scolded the confused young man holding the pistol.

"Boss, so now we—"

"En!" the middle-aged man affirmed, then instructed the driver in front, "Open the sunroof. Once we reach an unpopulated area, the sniper takes the shot."

"Roger that!!!" The sniper drew out a long sniper rifle, loaded armor-piercing rounds, and adjusted the scope—a sequence of actions executed with practiced smoothness.

"Once the target is down, we can claim our success to the Gang Leader! Our status within the Dragon Gang will rise significantly. So, this time, we must succeed, we cannot fail!"

"Understood!"

"Brother Yi, they have a sniper," Fatty Lin stated grimly.

"En, Yanran, open the sunroof!" Yang Yi called out to Feng Shi upon hearing this.

"Yes!"

"Uh, why open the sunroof?"

"Fatty, haven't you already advanced to the Grandmaster level?"

"That’s right? What’s wrong?"

"I noticed something off about you last night. Are you perhaps having trouble controlling the realm of a Grandmaster?"

"Uh, this!" Yang Yi seemed to have struck a nerve with Fatty Lin, who looked quite embarrassed. "I can't control the internal energy that has transformed within me."

"Very well, I'll give you a chance now. How many throwing knives do you have on you?" Yang Yi inquired.

"Six!"

"En, six knives. The first one counts as your failure. Following us, in that vehicle, are twelve people. You take out one person with one knife, and use two knives to take out the sniper—do you have the confidence?"

"Ah?" Fatty Lin stared blankly at Yang Yi. "You mean, I have to eliminate six men with six throwing knives, and if it’s the sniper, use five knives to take out five men?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Yang Yi asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

"This... I don't have confidence," Fatty Lin spoke honestly. After all, he hadn't fully mastered the internal energy of the Grandmaster realm yet, and he hadn't even practiced knife throwing. This request seemed exceedingly demanding.

"No confidence?" Yang Yi sneered. "If you can't even take care of that pack of trash, what kind of Grandmaster are you? Besides, how will you ever know if you can do something if you don't try?"

"Uh, alright, I'll try then!" Fatty Lin looked deflated by Yang Yi's words, his lips twitching slightly, as his eyes locked firmly onto the van following behind them.

"Calm your heart, circulate the primordial energy, keep your mind clear—only then will it serve you," Yang Yi uttered these cryptic, unhelpful words before resting his head on Xuan Yuan Bing's shoulder.

One might have expected Xuan Yuan Bing to shove the rogue away, but surprisingly, very surprisingly, not only did she not push him, she deliberately shifted her body closer to Yang Yi, as if she quite enjoyed the feeling.