The noon hours slipped away while Yang Yi and the others rested, remaining inside their room, continually savoring a bottle of high-priced red wine purchased from outside.

"Sigh—this red wine isn't as good as the Bing Yan we drank at that bar a couple of days ago!" Fatty Lin said after swirling and taking a sip from his glass.

"What, are you really clinging to the taste of that liquor?" Yang Yi asked, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Sort of. But truly, it's unspeakable. Brother Yi, that drink was truly flavorful; it makes drinking this red wine now feel like drinking water!"

"You rascal, you didn't pay attention when I told you to read when you were little." Yang Yi gave Fatty Lin an exasperated side-eye, then looked at the bewildered expression on his face and said, "The Bing Yan was actually a strong cocktail. That night’s drink was just ordinary spirits mixed together; the most important thing was the ice!"

"Three Years of Cold Ice?" Fatty Lin questioned.

"All spirits aim for sharpness, mellow aging, and deliciousness—stimulating the taste buds and all sensory cells. The Bing Yan we drank that night achieved these requirements, which is why it tasted so good," Yang Yi stated with a faint smile.

Fatty Lin was stunned for a moment, realizing inwardly how much he had enjoyed being lazy in his youth. Although he had often done shameless things with Yang Yi for years, he was different from him.

Yang Yi had dedicated considerable effort to his 'rogue grand cause,' while Fatty Lin had merely fooled around beside him. Yet, deep in Fatty Lin's heart, there was something Yang Yi didn't know. After all these years, he had never shown it, suggesting this fellow might also harbor secrets he dared not speak of.

"Brother Yi, it’s rare for you to share this kind of chatter that people might dismiss as nonsense with me. Does this mean something?" Fatty Lin suddenly sounded surprisingly astute.

Looking at Fatty Lin in surprise, Yang Yi truly hadn't expected him to hit the mark this time. He chuckled, "No wonder your heart wasn't itching; so you already guessed something?"

"No, if you hadn't explained that drink to me just now, I truly wouldn't have recalled everything that happened that night, especially why you said those things to the bar owner." Fatty Lin genuinely hadn't guessed yet, but he felt something was amiss.

"That bar owner is the fuse for the conflict between those two triads; of course, he's essential," Yang Yi muttered darkly.

"It looks like you plan to use him?"

Yang Yi took a light sip of the red wine. "You will know soon enough."

Indeed, just as Yang Yi predicted, Fatty Lin would soon know everything. How had Yang Yi arranged for this piece on the board?

Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh...

Six figures suddenly appeared in the room, regarding Yang Yi with profound respect, hands clasped in salute. "Dragon Lord."

"Hmm, what's the situation?" Yang Yi waved his hand, his expression serious.

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord!" Tian Cong stepped forward. "Following the Dragon Lord's orders, I observed that bar all night and discovered something quite interesting."

"Interesting thing?"

"Yes, that bar owner is actually an undercover agent for the Hung Hing!" Tian Cong said, suddenly pulling a letter from his robes and handing it to Yang Yi. "Last night, the bar owner tried to notify Hung Hing via letter about the impending clash between the Red Star Society and the New Yi'an, along with reporting on you. I intercepted it halfway."

"Just as I suspected!" Yang Yi's heart sank. He unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and the smile on his face instantly froze, killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Tian Cong, you did well this time, extremely well. If this letter had reached Hung Hing, it would have completely ruined my entire plan. Go, continue monitoring immediately!"

"Yes!" Tian Cong acknowledged and vanished from the room instantly.

"Ren Li, what's the situation on your end?" Yang Yi asked, handing the letter to the confused Fatty Lin.

"After not receiving the correct information last night, Hung Hing also sent people to investigate the night's events. However, the boss of Hung Hing seems rather peculiar, as he isn't enthusiastic about this matter," Ren Li reported.

"Hmm!" Yang Yi said gravely. "Anything else?"

"Dragon Lord, the boss of the Fourteen is already suspecting that you are orchestrating everything from behind the scenes," Liu Chu reported respectfully.

"Suspecting me?" Yang Yi frowned. "Do they know I'm in Hong Kong?"

"Yes. The second-in-command of the Fourteen somehow learned that the Dragon Lord is in Hong Kong, and I overheard him saying he once sent people to the mainland to investigate you!"

"Investigate me?"

"Young Master!" Just as Yang Yi was filled with confusion, Feng Shi called out, "Young Master, this is what happened. I didn't have time to report this to you. This morning, a message arrived from the Black God Gang headquarters: over twenty people tried to infiltrate our Black God Gang a few days ago under the cover of the chaos. They were completely annihilated upon discovery, but one survivor was left behind!"

Slap! Yang Yi slammed the table, standing up, and sneered, "What were you all doing? Didn't I give orders long ago? Lock down my personal information—how did anyone find out? Hmm?"

"Young Master, this... this is the situation. That survivor didn't actually uncover anything substantial; he just unexpectedly learned of the Dragon Lord's arrival in Hong Kong," Feng Shi said, his expression looking quite strained.

In truth, the Black God Gang had indeed been negligent this time, but since the leak had already occurred, Yang Yi had no intention of pursuing it further, especially since the Black God Gang's main headquarters in Shanghai had only recently been established. "Liu Chu, continue."

"Yes!" Liu Chu responded and continued, "The Fourteen are still showing no outward abnormality, only suspecting that everything happening is a conspiracy masterminded by the Dragon Lord."

"What about the Red Star Society, the New Yi'an, and the Hong Kong police?" Yang Yi asked, his face cold.

"The Hong Kong police have deployed many more personnel because of last night's incident—plainclothes officers, disguised street vendors—all lingering around the main venues of the four major triad organizations in Hong Kong, waiting for any opportunity to gather intelligence," E Gui reported.

"The Red Star Society has already amassed forces on a large scale. It's believed they intend to engage in a major pitched battle with the New Yi'an, clearly unhappy with last night's stalemate," Xiu Luo stated.

"The New Yi'an has also gathered all its forces, just like the Red Star Society, though the location hasn't been decided yet. However, it's likely they will launch their second clash tonight," Di Yu reported.

"Good, I understand. You all continue to monitor them now. Report immediately if any abnormal situation arises. Also, try your best to pinpoint the location where the Red Star Society and the New Yi'an will clash again," Yang Yi commanded.

"Yes, Dragon Lord!" The members of the Six Paths of Reincarnation acknowledged and promptly vanished from the room.

Fatty Lin, standing nearby, finally had a clearer understanding of why he hadn't seen the Six Paths of Reincarnation for the past couple of days—they had been sent out by Yang Yi to keep watch all along.

"Have the Black God Guards and the others arrived yet?" Yang Yi asked Feng Shi, sitting back down.

Feng Shi glanced at his watch upon hearing this. "They will arrive punctually at five this evening."

"How many people?"

"One thousand!"

"Their rank?"

"The first batch of Armored Black God Guards."

"Good, have you arranged a place for them to stay?"

"Yes... in a derelict factory in the eastern suburbs."

Hearing this, Yang Yi said nothing more, merely sitting there with a somber expression.

Fatty Lin glanced at him and asked, "Brother Yi, what's your plan?"

"Hung Hing has always wanted to swallow up the New Yi'an and the Red Star Society, which is why they have secretly embedded some of their own people on those territories. This is a golden, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" Fatty Lin knitted his brows. "You mean to use Hung Hing?"

"Heh, originally, I thought I would only use a strategy of defeating the enemy with a single move to win the invasion against the relatively strong Hong Kong triads, Hung Hing and the Fourteen. But now—since Hung Hing is so eager to devour them, I'll let them eat!" As Yang Yi spoke, the dark smile on his face grew increasingly chilling, giving off an aura of boundless darkness.

As the saying goes: A capsized boat in the ditch, each scheming for dominance; whoever's ambition is fiercer is the winner, whoever's cunning is deeper gains more. This is a perfect reflection of reality.

Soon, evening arrived very quickly.

Feng Shi had arranged the thousand men transferred from the Black God Gang headquarters in the abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs, according to the original plan.

"Rest here today. The Dragon Lord has commanded that you do not leave this spot for half a step, nor allow anyone to discover you are here. If anyone passes by, eliminate them immediately."

"Yes!" The thousand Black God Guards responded in deep voices.

"Remain ready for orders; I will have food and provisions sent over," Feng Shi said, then immediately turned and left.

The Black God Guards, without the slightest hesitation, sat down together, their faces utterly cold. Judging by their current demeanor, they were far more formidable than soldiers in a conventional field army; they were waiting for orders as if engaged in guerrilla warfare.

Meanwhile, inside the villa of Hong Gang, the boss of Hung Hing:

"Big Brother, this matter seems a bit suspicious," Hong San said.

"How is it suspicious?" Hong Gang knew it was suspicious; after all, his own informants hadn't sent back any reliable news.

"We can't find out anything about the cause of the clash between the Red Star Society and the New Yi'an. Our men are assassinated the moment they step onto Red Star Society territory."

"What?" Hong Gang jolted suddenly, rising to his feet, a hint of coldness in his eyes. He asked, "You mean our men are assassinated if they so much as set foot in Red Star Society territory?"

"Yes..."