"You..." Hong Gang stared at Lin Pofu in disbelief. The fat man had teleported from the other side to here in an instant - something he knew for certain was beyond his own capabilities. And yet one single punch sent his younger brother flying, a feat that defied all imagination.

"What are you 'you'ing me? Never seen my face before, don't know who youris?" Lin Pofu barked with Jiangsu dialect's sharp intonation, spewing curses at Hong Gang without an ounce of courtesy.

"You damn bastard, looking for death?" Hong Gang snarled.

"Chirp-chirp!" Lin Pofu waved a dismissive finger as Hong Hing's henchmen erupted in threats, smirking with deliberate provocation, "You little gangsters still haven't learned how to make an entrance? This isn't the way to show off."

"Crap..."

"Hmm!" Hong Gang raised his hand to stop his men from charging. He was afraid - terrified of this sudden appearance, a youth who could singlehandedly send his younger brother flying.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhou Tian's gaze fixed on Yang Yi instead of Lin Pofu, proving he had sharper eyes than most in discerning the true mastermind behind those astonishing moves.

The question struck like thunder. Not just Hong Gang but every gang leader present now watched Yang Yi with grave intensity.

Lin Pofu retreated appropriately from his spotlight moment, glancing back at Yang Yi's smiling face before scanning the crowd of eager faces seeking answers. Inside he was grinning to himself.

"As for me?" Yang Yi looked around then struck an expression of feigned bewilderment that made every gangster want to punch him in frustration. What nonsense? Of course it wasn't asking anyone else!

Seeing their seething fury, Yang Yi merely smiled and said, "Hey, I thought you weren't addressing me. Pathetic - what great karma I have, getting interrogated by Hong Kong's top gangs about who I am!"

"You..."

The gangsters' expressions darkened. If the idiotic act had just made them want to beat him up, now they'd kill him without hesitation if not for his mysterious identity.

"..." Xuan Yuan Bing and Feng Shi behind Yang Yi held back their amusement, eyes locked on him with understanding. No one truly knew Yang Yi in this world except Elder Yang and Lin Pofu - that was why he wore such a resigned smile now.

"Do you believe you're the Black God Dragon Lord from Mainland's legendary Heishen Society?" Zheng Shen demanded coldly.

"Ah?" Yang Yi feigned surprise, "You know me? Seems my karma really is too good - even the Fourteenth's leader is thinking about me. Splendid!"

The moment he admitted being Heishen's Dragon Lord, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The last remnants of anyone wanting to punch him vanished entirely.

Who was Black God Dragon Lord?

Anyone ignorant of this name had never set foot in organized crime seriously. Though Hong Kong and Mainland gangs differed, word traveled swiftly through alleyways. Not knowing Heishen's Dragon Lord now? Tonight would change that forever.

Though Heishen hadn't yet achieved Yang Yi's original goals, its reputation already burned across the Chinese mainland from Hong Kong to Beijing as one of the Four Great Black Organizations.

Presently, regardless of their thoughts, these leaders knew exactly what Black God Dragon Lord meant. Zhou Tian beside them looked particularly grim, eyes nearly spilling tears like they'd been personally wronged for centuries.

"What did you mean by those words?" Zheng Shen ignored others' reactions completely, fixated only on Yang Yi's opening line.

"Meaning?" Yang Yi smiled faintly and said, "Your Hong Hing wants to swallow Red Star Society. Your Fourteenth wants to consume Xin Yian An. Let me tell you - sorry, but you'll be swallowed too."

"What?"

Hong Gang, Zheng Shen, Zhou Tian and all their underlings froze solid at this declaration. Their breathing suddenly felt deafening in the tense air laced with sickly sweet blood.

"Call headquarters immediately!" Zheng Shen was first to recover, turning sharply on Zhou Tian, "Hurry!"

"On it," Zhou Tian answered quickly, already dialing his phone.

Hong Gang followed suit frantically punching numbers into his own device for the same purpose.

"Don't bother. We've already seized control of Hong Hing's, Xin Yian An's, Red Star Society's and Fourteenth's headquarters," Feng Shi's voice struck like a thunderclap with explosive force that shook every gang leader.

"What?!" Hong Gang's voice became hoarse all at once.

Not from disbelief but sheer shock. The phone in his ear proved it - "The number you called is currently unavailable..."

"Still not getting it?" Lin Pofu sneered, gesturing toward the supported figures of Cai Hongxing and Liu Xin, "We're eating all four of you now while you lot have been too busy eating each other to notice!"

"Surround them!"

At Lin Pofu's command, Zhou Tian and Zheng Shen barked icy orders.

"Ss-ss!" Not just Fourteenth henchmen but even Hong Hing men instinctively closed ranks around Yang Yi's group.

Yang Yi's carefree smirk vanished instantly. In its place came a signaturegrin brimming with dangerous amusement that only deepened the gang leaders' fury.

"Hmph, daring to challenge us with such few men? You must have grown fond of death," Hong Gang fumed. After decades in Hong Kong's underworld he'd never been so humiliated - first tricked then watching his territory mysteriously seized.

"Tsk tsk, typical male insecurity when seeing something better?" Lin Pofu shrugged mockingly.

Yang Yi smiled with feigned helplessness, "What can I say? We're just too handsome. Obvious jealousy driving them to mob us! Tell me, what should we do now?"

"Damn, no wonder you keep that Oscar contender title," Lin Pofu internally shuddered at Yang Yi's performance while Xuan Yuan Bing beside him stared in astonishment.

"What else? They're using numbers against us," Lin Pofu grinned mysteriously as he produced a rectangular handle barely five centimeters wide from somewhere unknown.

"Need backup?" Yang Yi smiled coldly, "Where are my Black God Guards?"

"In!" A thunderous roar shattered the tension.

One hundred men in black appeared suddenly - right hands gripping pistols, left hands flashing daggers, surrounding nearly 5000 common thugs with murderous intent.

Hong Gang snarled through a forced laugh, "Hah! I've heard of Heishen's dominance but now it seems exaggerated. Do you really think one hundred men can match our five thousand? And don't think only you have guns!"

"Crack!"

Right after Hong Gang's words, hundreds of six-shooters emerged from his men - those 5mm caliber wall-punching bullets proving their firepower was no joke.

"Armed up," Zhou Tian ordered sharply when he saw Hong Hing's weapons. As expected, a matching set appeared among Fourteenth members immediately.

Yang Yi's smirk turned bloodthirsty as he fixed Hong Gang, Zheng Shen and others with a stare, "Now tell me - what are my chances winning this one-hundred versus five-thousand matchup?"