“Let me help you walk,” Xuanyuan Bing said immediately, holding Yang Yi tightly as she heard how strained his voice sounded.

“Heh, it’s fine,” Yang Yi gestured, indicating that he didn't need Xuanyuan Bing to support him; after all, he couldn't let those people outside know he was severely injured.

As the saying goes: ‘If you’re going to put on an act, commit to it completely; a near-death situation can be spun as survival, and survival can be painted as demise.’

Furthermore, Yang Yi had already instilled a deep sense of mystery in the minds of these Hong Kong triad bosses. To have survived a bomb blast without a scratch was something that shattered the last vestiges of their rationality, leading them to genuinely believe Yang Yi was divine.

Fatty Lin noticed Yang Yi’s slightly slow movements, though outwardly nothing seemed amiss. “Brother Yi, you…”

“I’m fine,” Yang Yi waved his hand. “Shouldn’t we discuss the terms of our cooperation now?”

“Uh!”……..

Hong Gang and Zheng Shen were both stunned, snapping back to attention simultaneously. Zheng Shen said, “Yes, yes. How about we find a place to rest first, sit down, and then discuss everything at length?”

“Good.” Hearing this, Yang Yi felt a wave of relief, almost wishing for it. His internal organs were in terrible shape; if not for the lingering power of the merged sixty years of cultivation, he probably wouldn't have held out much longer before collapsing.

Thus, Zheng Shen and Hong Gang ordered their subordinates to disperse, and everyone returned to their respective locations to rest. It was already five in the morning, and after an entire night, the entirety of Hong Kong seemed poised for massive change—not just in the criminal underworld, but the entire government was in chaos.

Back at the hotel, Yang Yi could no longer suppress the outcry from his internal organs. “Pfft!”

“Yi!”

“Brother Yi!”

“Young Master!”

Fatty Lin and the others saw Yang Yi’s face turn deathly pale. Having learned a rudimentary bit from Old Man Yang in his youth, Fatty Lin quickly checked Yang Yi’s pulse, frowned, and ordered Xuanyuan, “Guard the door. Until I give the order, absolutely no one is allowed in.”

“What’s wrong with Yi?” Xuanyuan Bing asked with extreme worry.

“Brother Yi’s internal organs are damaged. If we don't use our internal energy immediately to clear his blocked meridians, he could be in mortal danger.” Fatty Lin’s expression turned grim. He then addressed Feng Shi standing nearby, “Among the Ten Armies, your internal energy is the highest. So, you must help me dredge Brother Yi’s meridians; I can’t manage it effectively alone. And, Six Paths of Reincarnation is likely injured too.”

“I understand,” Feng Shi replied, immediately supporting Yang Yi upright.

“Hurry up, go!” Fatty Lin snapped, noticing Xuanyuan Bing frozen in place. “Before we unblock Brother Yi’s meridians, remember, no one—absolutely no one—can come within half a step of this place, or the three of us will be in danger.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Hearing Fatty Lin describe the situation so gravely, Xuanyuan Bing, completely ignorant of the internal energy and meridians of martial artists, swiftly moved to guard the doorway, her expression reverting to coldness. No, to be precise, she was colder than before.

She found it incredible that she had survived the explosion at the mass grave earlier, and the main point was that she hadn't sustained a single injury, while Yang Yi and Six Paths of Reincarnation were both hurt. What did that imply? Unquestionably, Yang Yi had been fully shielding her to prevent her injury. Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Bing felt a profound distress.

“You manage the Governing and Conception Vessels.”

“I’ll handle the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.”

Fatty Lin finished speaking, saw Feng Shi nod, and then said, “Let’s begin.”

“Peng!” “Peng!”

Both placed one hand on Yang Yi’s back. A stream of internal energy, faintly warm, began to flow continuously into Yang Yi’s body.

“En!” Yang Yi groaned. With a sliver of clarity remaining, he knew clearly that his brother and woman were healing him.

########################################################## While Yang Yi and his companions were healing, and as Six Paths of Reincarnation rested to recuperate their inner breath, on another side.

“Still can’t get through to Zheng Shen’s phone after a whole night of calling?” Zheng Lihua’s brow was tightly furrowed; his rising anger made him look imposing.

The slightly fearful secretary beside him spoke, “I heard there was a major gang fight at the East Suburb Mass Grave last night. The Hung Hing Society, the Red Star Society, the Fourteen, and the Sun Yee On were all out, causing widespread chaos there.”

“What on earth is going on?” Zheng Lihua exclaimed upon hearing this. “Did they all gather to fight?”

“Yes, Officer. Quite a few people died there, and what’s most shocking is that a massive explosion occurred, spanning a hundred meters in radius,” the secretary said, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“What?” Zheng Lihua was utterly shocked. While such incidents weren't rare in his life, creating such a massive event all at once was highly suspicious. “Has this matter been thoroughly investigated?”

“It has been investigated, Officer. It’s believed to be a gang fight that led to the use of bombs!”

Damn it, there’s such an explanation? If, as the secretary claimed, triad members used bombs casually in fights, wouldn't the entirety of China descend into warring chaos? Therefore, Zheng Lihua didn't dwell too much on the secretary’s imprecise wording, merely narrowing his eyes at him. “Suppress this incident immediately.”

“Officer, I fear this matter won't be easy to suppress. The families of the deceased whose tombs are at the mass grave are already protesting, saying their lives were hard enough, and they can’t even find peace after death!” The secretary, as if realizing his earlier misstatement, quickly changed his expression and added.

“Use whatever means necessary, but suppress this immediately. Also, keep calling him. Get me Zheng Shen…”

Before Zheng Lihua’s words could finish, a voice cut in, “No need. I’m back.”

“Hmph!” Zheng Lihua glared at Zheng Shen upon hearing the voice. “You finally decided to come back?”

“What’s wrong?” Zheng Shen asked, feigning ignorance upon seeing his father’s stern appearance.

“How did it go?” Hearing this question, Zheng Lihua found it incredibly absurd. “Surely last night’s events aren’t unrelated to you?”

“Last night’s events?” Zheng Shen mused for a moment, then stated, “You mean the incident at the mass grave? Just tell Old Man Shi to handle it!”

“Tell Old Man Shi to handle it?”

“Officer, I think I should step out and make arrangements. You two talk slowly!” The secretary, sensing the increasingly tense atmosphere between father and son, quickly found an excuse and slipped away.

Zheng Shen also understood that what he was about to discuss could not be revealed to anyone other than his father. He sat down on the sofa, leaving only the two of them in the main hall. He said, “Dad, Hong Kong is in deep trouble this time.”

“Trouble?” Zheng Lihua’s expression shifted. As the Chief Executive of Hong Kong, he had to maintain an air of lofty authority in front of outsiders.

But privately, with his son, he reverted to his fatherly demeanor, frowning as he asked, “What exactly is going on? Hong Kong’s underworld was doing fine until recently. How could they suddenly stir up such a huge issue?”

“In short, Dad, you must completely suppress what happened at the mass grave last night. If this escalates and reaches the Central Government, even your position as Chief Executive might be threatened,” Zheng Shen said with a grave expression.

“Tell me, what exactly happened?”

“Sigh, Dad, you must know about the Black God Gang, one of the four major mainland triads, right?”

“Black God Gang?” Zheng Lihua sat down, his face serious. “I’ve heard a bit. They’ve been making huge waves on the mainland, and recently in Shanghai too, giving the Shanghai Police Chief, who has some connection to me, quite a headache… But…”

At this point, Zheng Lihua’s expression shifted dramatically. “Could last night’s incident be related to the Black God Gang?”

“Yes, it is related, and deeply so,” Zheng Shen sighed quietly. “The Black God Gang has taken control of the four major gangs in Hong Kong’s underworld. The fight at the mass grave last night was their doing; they set a massive trap waiting for us to fall into it.”

“And now?”

“Now?” Hearing his father’s question, Zheng Shen managed a bitter smile. “Now, we are all pieces of meat on their plate, ready to be eaten whenever they desire. Though, they have set a condition.”

“Cooperation, right?” Zheng Lihua squinted his eyes. “The Black God Gang showing up in Hong Kong now—their goal isn't to truly wipe out the Hong Kong triads, but rather to control the entire Asian underworld.”

“Asian underworld?” Zheng Shen looked at his father with some surprise.

“To open up the lifeline of the Asian underworld—that is the Black God Gang’s ultimate objective.” Zheng Lihua seemed to grasp everything at once. “The Black God Gang calculated that your Fourteen had me, and that the Hung Hing Society had the Thai military. If they strike in the South next, the entire Asian underworld will feel their pain. That strategy is truly ruthless.”

“It seems that’s exactly it,” Zheng Shen suddenly realized, saying, “If the Black God Gang truly has such grand ambitions to control the Asian underworld, then our cooperation with them…”

Thinking this far, Zheng Shen glanced at his father, saw him nod, and sighed, “Indeed. It seems we need to deliberate carefully on this matter.”

“However, there’s one thing I must ask you: were the incidents that occurred across Hong Kong last night also orchestrated by the Black God Gang?” Although Zheng Lihua was now fully convinced the Black God Gang was behind it, it was still prudent to ask for confirmation.

“I heard about those incidents just now. They were indeed the Black God Gang’s doing, which is why I told you to handle suppressing this seriously, Dad.”

“Sigh, this Black God Gang is certainly a major headache…”