Yang Yi’s smile was distinctly eerie, utterly inexplicable. The three beside him exchanged confused glances, only Fatty Lin daring to ask, “Brother Yi, right now…” “Yanran, notify all Black God Guards to assemble at the East Suburb Abandoned Factory.

Await my command.” Yang Yi’s laughter cut off as he waved a hand and walked toward the car. “Yes!” Feng Shi responded, pulling out her phone to make calls.

Meanwhile, over at the fiercely contested mass grave, the situation was growing increasingly volatile, thousands of men locked in mortal combat, hacking at one another. “What’s the status over there?” Zheng Shen watched the unfolding chaos at the grave with a strange expression, asking Zhou Tian.

“Still consolidating control. News should arrive shortly,” Zhou Tian replied.

“We need to hurry. If dawn breaks and this isn’t resolved, it will cause major complications.” “Rest assured, I’m fully aware of that.” “Good.” For some reason, a sliver of anxiety was growing in Zheng Shen’s heart; the sheer scale of the brawl made him increasingly uneasy.

Undoubtedly, the same feeling afflicted Hong Gang’s side, though Hong Gang was less outwardly perceptive than Zheng Shen. His sole focus was whether the forces he’d dispatched in secret had completely swallowed the Red Star Society.

He turned to Hong San and asked, “How is the situation on the other front?” “Big Brother, progress is being made,” Hong San reported. “How much territory remains outside our grasp?” “Still a significant amount.

Our men have only just managed to secure some of the Red Star Society’s holdings. It will likely take a bit more time.” “Go, tell them to be swift and clean.

If this fight ends and our operation is exposed before we’re ready…” “I understand, Big Brother!” Hong San replied, turning away to make his call. Inevitably, the situation was becoming tighter, more bizarre.

While the landlords of the Hong Xing and Fourteen triads, the masterminds, felt uneasy, and the New Yi'an and Red Star Society clashed in oblivious fury, the focus returned to Yang Yi and his company. “Young Master, they have been summoned.

The Ten Commanders and their men have also returned!” Feng Shi stopped the car and reported to Yang Yi in the back. “Excellent!” Yang Yi responded, stepping out of the vehicle.

He glanced at his watch, murmuring, “Just in time.” “Brother Yi, what exactly are you planning?” Fatty Lin felt there was something profoundly strange about the evening. He’d expected a major confrontation with the Green Gang and Dragon Gang, assuming they wouldn’t leave Hong Kong safely.

Yet, everything unfolding, especially Yang Yi’s shift in demeanor, left him utterly bewildered. “You will understand once we go inside,” Yang Yi smiled faintly, leading the group into the abandoned factory.

The first thing they heard was… “Greetings, Dragon Lord!” The voices were soft, yet laced with palpable killing intent. Sensing this, Yang Yi felt satisfied; he knew these men were always ready, perpetually prepared to receive his orders and execute his mission.

“Dragon Lord.” The Ten Commanders and others stepped forward to address Yang Yi. “Mm.

You may step aside for now.” Yang Yi waved his hand, fixing his gaze on the thousand Black God Guards, and announced, “Today, I am taking you to accomplish something great. Are you prepared?” While this question seemed unnecessary to Yang Yi, it was vital for those listening.

“We are prepared,” the Black God Guards responded in unison. “Good.

One thousand men, divide into five squads—two hundred per team. The Ten Commanders will direct four of those squads.

The remaining…” Yang Yi checked his watch. “It is now two in the morning.

Before dawn, I want you to seize the headquarters of the four major Hong Kong triads—Red Star Society, New Yi’an, Hong Xing, and Fourteen. Secure all their financial lifelines and every critical point of operation!” “Yes, sir!” The Black God Guards and the Ten Commanders accepted the orders.

“Six Paths of Reincarnation!” “Present!” Six figures materialized suddenly from the air; Tian Congyi and the others stood before Yang Yi and answered. “You, along with the remaining two hundred, will accompany me.

We march again to the mass grave, not far from here!” Yang Yi waved his hand grandly and turned toward the exit. Fatty Lin and Xuanyuan Bing, unaware of the plan, looked on in confusion.

But Feng Shi, even without knowing the full truth, trembled upon seeing Yang Yi’s arrangement, recalling that the previous Dragon Lord had employed similar tactics. “The Dragon Lord’s command is equivalent to our lives.

We swear to complete the mission. Black God Guards, move out!” The Ten Commanders issued orders to their respective teams.

“Yes!” Groups of figures moved with spectral stealth, following the Ten Commanders out of the abandoned factory. Seated in the car, Yang Yi remained deeply contemplative, silent for a long time.

Fatty Lin realized this was the first time he felt so lost yet dared not question Yang Yi. He muttered internally, Tonight feels anything but simple.

What is Brother Yi truly aiming for with all this? Indeed, Yang Yi’s current actions were profoundly confusing, like trying to grasp smoke.

According to Yang Yi’s initial strategy, he intended to use Hong Xing and Fourteen to wipe out New Yi’an and Red Star Society first, only then moving against the two major triads in Hong Kong himself. If that were the case, this current maneuver plunged the entire affair into a thousand fathoms of complexity.

It didn't resemble a total annihilation of the four triads, nor did it seem like he was merely ghosting them from behind, leaving them confused front to back. Yet, the current situation defied that expectation, leaving everyone in profound doubt.

“Bro… Brother Yi.” Fatty Lin finally couldn't hold back and called out softly. “I know what you want to ask,” Yang Yi replied, lifting his pensive face.

He glanced at Fatty Lin and continued, “I won’t explain much else. Just ensure everything I just commanded is under control before dawn, and you will naturally understand then.

Fatty, you need to use your brain more often, kid. Stop asking me everything constantly.” Speechless.

Yang Yi truly felt a touch of exasperation. Among the people he kept company with, they were either supremely intelligent or rarely asked unnecessary questions.

Even with his patience, Fatty Lin seemed to be eroding it bit by bit. Fatty Lin showed no sign of offense at the remark.

He, too, wondered if his mind was dulling. Where was that fierce determination he showed when the Black God Gang unified the East China region?

Where had that subtle cunning gone? Seeing the sudden bewilderment on Fatty Lin’s face, Yang Yi showed no mercy, even though his words were admittedly harsh.

But he knew this would force Fatty Lin to learn more than before. Success in the underworld required not just stratagems and schemes, but also deep emotional control.

Without these, even unmatched martial prowess would likely lead only to the entrance of a grave. Before long, Yang Yi’s car arrived at the mass grave site.

After stopping, Feng Shi was about to speak when Yang Yi unexpectedly stopped her, casting a glance over the cemetery grounds. “Disperse one hundred Black God Guards.

Surround everyone hidden in this mass grave, without revealing your positions.” “Understood!” Feng Shi acknowledged. “Tonight, we see who is the most cunning, and who will be the last one standing.” Yang Yi’s eyes filled with icy resolve as he quietly watched the battle raging in the grave.

“Damn their mothers, these bastard New Yi’an scum! Keep fighting!

We’ll kill every last one of them tonight!” Cai Hongxing held a machete, blood streaming down his hand. His white cloth wrap was already crimson.

He stared intently at Liu Xin, with whom he had exchanged countless blows, shouting fiercely. “New Yi’an brothers, beat them viciously!

Torture these sons of bitches from the Red Star Society to death!” Liu Xin’s ferocious face twisted tighter. The two men were currently using this verbal sparring to catch their breath.

They had been fighting for over two hours; it was exhausting, even for trained martial artists, let alone these men who were mostly just brawlers unfamiliar with true internal energy (neixi). However—it must be said—for the sake of these few sharp words, many gang members below were driven into a fever pitch.

Even if they took a hundred cuts right then, as long as they hadn't fallen, they would still raise their weapons and savagely engage the enemy until they finally collapsed. “It seems this brawl is nearly concluded,” Zheng Shen said, stepping out of his car with a grim expression.

“Our operation is also almost complete. See?

Isn't it time we clean up these people now?” Zhou Tian asked with a strange smile. “Yes.

Tell all the brothers to prepare. Tonight’s feast is about to begin,” Zheng Shen’s lips curved slightly.

“Got it.” “Big Brother, Fourteen is about to make their move,” Hong San suddenly called out to Hong Gang. “Good.

Have our men prepare as well.” “Do you think we might run into Fourteen when they move?” “Haha, Fourteen’s target is the New Yi’an. Our target is the Red Star Society.

Tonight, we are all acting for our respective masters. I trust Fourteen won't move against us at such a critical juncture,” Hong Gang chuckled.

He seemed to have perfectly mapped out the situation, yet unexpectedly—very unexpectedly—Yang Yi’s appearance and all his prior arrangements had shattered the illusions residing in their minds.