"Young Master Long, the Black God Gang has completely taken control of the Hong Kong underworld, and the forces backing them are likely already..." "I know." Long Tian cut off the professional beauty before she could finish, his gaze sharp and fixed outside. He asked, "Tell me, with the Black God Gang's current strength, if they were to attack our two major southern gangs, what are our chances of winning?" "This..." The professional beauty hesitated, saying nothing.

Long Tian couldn't help but smile. "Just say it!" "I'm afraid we aren't their match.

The Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang is indeed far too powerful. Although what I say is somewhat biased, it is undeniable that the current strength of the Black God Gang is no longer something we can handle." A fleeting image of that slender young man in the darkness of Hong Kong suddenly flashed through the professional beauty's mind.

Since returning from Hong Kong, she felt that boy's silhouette refused to leave. "Yes, if it's just one gang, we are indeed no match for the Black God Gang," Long Tian said with a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

"Young Master Long, you aren't thinking of..." "It's the only way out. The Dragon Gate has issued an order: from now on, we will no longer concern ourselves with the affairs of the secular underworld!" Long Tian paused, then continued, "If we don't handle this well this time, our South might truly fall into the hands of the Black God Gang." "This..." Before the professional beauty could finish, a gang member walked in from outside and called out, "Young Master Long, the Green Gang is on the phone." "Hmm?" Long Tian was startled by the words, a look of sudden joy flashing across his face.

"See? The Green Gang has already thought of it!" The professional beauty remained silent, watching Long Tian’s elated expression and hurried departure, wondering what was going through her mind.

"It seems that's the only way left, alas!" It was precisely twelve o’clock noon. At the Hong Kong train station, Yang Yi, accompanied by Fatty Lin, Feng Shi, and Xuanyuan Bing—a party of four—were walking towards the train entrance.

"Brother Yi, why are we taking the train this time?" Fatty Lin truly couldn't understand. Wouldn't flying be faster?

Why a full day and night on the train? "I don't want others to know our origins.

And as for our departure from Hong Kong, neither Zheng Shen nor Hong Gang knows. Do you understand what I mean now?" "Understood." Upon hearing this, Fatty Lin nodded.

The four entered the train and found their soft-seat reservations. Yang Yi, leaning by the window, continuously watched the outside scenery, sinking into thought.

"Grandpa should be home," Yang Yi thought silently, while his mind raced, clearly understanding the purpose of his return this time. Feng Shi and Fatty Lin, seated opposite Yang Yi, remained silent, but Xuanyuan Bing, seated beside him, seemed distinctly uneasy.

A hint of tense, dark brows rested upon her usually icy expression. If Yang Yi were to reach for her hand at that moment, he would likely find her palm slick with cold sweat.

Sensing Xuanyuan Bing's discomfort next to him, Yang Yi looked at her with surprise and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I...

I'm fine!" Xuanyuan Bing was clearly speaking against her feelings. "Uh!" Yang Yi leaned closer to her and felt her body trembling.

He couldn't help but frown. "You say you're fine?

Your whole body is shaking like this!" "That..." Xuanyuan Bing seemed hesitant to speak, wanting to say something but fearing ridicule if she did. "Just say it, what exactly is wrong?" Hooo!

Hooo! Hooo!

The train let out a harsh, grating whistle, and then the entire train began to move slowly. Simultaneously, this sound drowned out Yang Yi's words, so Xuanyuan Bing couldn't hear what he said.

The moment the train started moving, she tightly hugged Yang Yi, almost trying to burrow her entire body into his embrace. "Sweat, could it be that she..." Yang Yi seemed to confirm his suspicion instantly: 'Xuanyuan Bing gets motion sickness.' "Brother Yi, I think classmate Xuanyuan seems to be carsick.

You..." "I know!" Yang Yi smiled helplessly. Fortunately, he had previously studied acupoints with his grandfather; motion sickness was merely an instinctive reaction to an intrusive element in the respiratory tract.

He picked up Xuanyuan Bing, whose face was already contorted, and glanced around to see if anyone was watching their area. "Close your eyes first, and take a deep breath!" Hearing Yang Yi's words, the already ashen-faced Xuanyuan Bing nodded, breaking out in a cold sweat, and closed her eyes.

The moment she did, Yang Yi touched two spots on her body with a speed as swift as lightning, a technique so fast that even Fatty Lin couldn't track it clearly. "Damn, Brother Yi's skill seems to have deepened again.

It seems that explosion the night before last cost him something while giving him something," Fatty Lin thought to himself secretly. "Better now?" Mr.

Yang completely ignored Xuanyuan Bing's flushed face and the resentful look in her eyes, asking her directly, "If you still feel uncomfortable, I can help you again." "No!" Xuanyuan Bing hurriedly shielded something and quickly pulled away from Yang Yi's potentially intrusive hand, turning her head away to remain silent. Seeing this, Yang Yi gave a wicked smile and was about to turn to look out the window to pass the time, but was surprised to catch Feng Shi's somewhat jealous gaze.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, leaned close to Feng Shi's ear, and whispered, "Darling, do you want me to touch you too?" "No!" Feng Shi nearly jumped away, confronted by Yang Yi’s intimate proximity and the warm breath spraying into her ear. Fatty Lin watched from the side, smiling, yet feeling a pang of dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Damn it, I’m still a bachelor, but Brother Yi already has several! I'm depressed, heaven is unfair, damn it." No matter how much he complained, heaven didn't seem to favor him much, though the fellow knew that fate would arrive when it was time; forcing it was useless.

However, it must be admitted that after Yang Yi’s two touches, there was indeed an effect; Xuanyuan Bing was no longer carsick. But Xuanyuan Bing's current complexion seemed to shatter every expression she had previously held, as the deep crimson on her face extended all the way to her neck.

It suggested that the effect of Yang Yi touching those two places of hers was making her blush? "This rascal, I wonder if he did it on purpose, hmph!" Xuanyuan Bing guarded her pair of full breasts and, whether due to guilt or something else, felt a strange tingling sensation there, causing her to shift slightly again.

The train had been traveling for quite some time; although the exact duration was unknown, judging by the light outside, they had been traveling for an entire afternoon. From the train, it was apparent that the passengers were indeed somewhat crowded.

Perhaps because it was nearing the end of the year, many people were traveling home for the New Year. But perhaps precisely because of this, the entire carriage was filled with a higher number of hoodlums, pickpockets, and other criminal elements.

"Hey... watch where you're walking!" A woman carrying a large bag said to the man who had bumped into her.

But the man who collided with her paid her no heed, merely pretending to be in a hurry and walking forward. Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but scold, "Damn it, no justice!

Bumping into someone and not even saying sorry!" "Sweat, this broad is too..." Fatty Lin muttered upon seeing the exchange. Yang Yi, however, was different.

He squinted his eyes, continuously tracking the hasty figure, and muttered coldly to himself, "The methods of pickpockets nowadays are getting more and more sophisticated. With just one bump, he already managed to lift someone's wallet.

Impressive!" Hearing Yang Yi's low comment, the other three looked at him with confusion, exchanging puzzled glances among themselves. "Brother Yi, you saw the pickpocket?

The man who just bumped into that woman?" "En?" Yang Yi responded vaguely, his gaze still fixed on the gap leading to the next carriage further back. Just as he was about to speak, Xuanyuan Bing was quicker, saying, "They seem to have accomplices." "Heh heh!" Yang Yi withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xuanyuan Bing, and asked, "What do you think?" "Then what do you think?" Xuanyuan Bing looked at Yang Yi seriously and asked in return.

"Uh!" "Damn it, what else can we do?" Fatty Lin said disdainfully, about to stand up, but Yang Yi stopped him, making him look back with confusion. "Brother Yi!" "You want to play the good Samaritan?" Yang Yi asked.

"Should we just let them get away with it?" "Look more closely before you speak," Xuanyuan Bing told Fatty Lin, glancing back in that direction. Fatty Lin followed her gaze, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Damn, things like this actually happen?" "Anything can happen in this world, especially the strong preying on the weak? And don't judge people by their pleasant appearance, don't even assume a woman won't do bad things.

Often, the most superficial things are the most deceptive!" Yang Yi stated. "Yes!" Fatty Lin withdrew his look of anger, sat back down, and had nothing more to say.

Indeed, Fatty Lin was left speechless. The woman whose wallet had been lifted was now beaming, because someone had bumped past her again just moments ago, and that person's money unexpectedly fell into her hand.

This turn of events was witnessed by Yang Yi, Xuanyuan Bing, Feng Shi, and even the previously enraged Fatty Lin.