"If that youth truly is the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, he's surely waiting for us to seek him out tomorrow. If he isn't, he’ll still be waiting for us to find him, because I left a loose thread when we were exchanging the chips earlier. However, the implication between the two possibilities is too clear. Finding him is a test, and simultaneously, it's the pivot point of the entire matter!"

"A loose thread? The crux of the matter?"

"Precisely. While neither of the two scenarios I mentioned can be dismissed, nor can I definitively decide between them, that's why I left an opening. Tomorrow, we can openly test him. Of course, this decision rests with you, my Lord. If you suspect the Dragon Gang's high command might move against us, eliminating us after they've used us, then tomorrow is indeed the perfect opportunity," Tian She stated grimly. It couldn't be denied that this man was sharp; he had already planned and accounted for this possibility, always leaving himself an out.

"Good, it's decided then. You will accompany me tomorrow. Be it life or death, we must ascertain the truth!" Marquis Qin sounded as if he were certain the Dragon Gang's leadership intended to kill him at the first chance.

"My Lord, do you believe that..."

"Tian She, you don't need me to spell it out for you. In this life on the streets, what we lick off our blades isn't red blood, but black. Profit is king, an undeniable staple in the gambling dens. The less you believe this, the more readily others will accept it."

"Very well, I shall prepare immediately." Tian She certainly understood the implication of his words.

"Go!" Marquis Qin waved his hand, sinking onto the sofa, his face suddenly heavy.

Meanwhile, with Yang Yi and his group, the car was moving exceptionally slowly. Anyone unaware might assume Feng Shi had poor driving skills. Or, even more ironically, those who knew Feng Shi was an excellent driver would think she had gone mad, driving a four-wheeled vehicle slower than a motorcycle.

"Sigh, those Japanese... they really can't teach an old dog new tricks. But this time, it seems there are a few extra players. Ever since Brother Yi won the money, I anticipated something like this happening, but I never expected there would be four idiots, four fools courting death, all targeting us at once," Fatty Lin lamented, his tone dripping with exaggerated 'heartbreak.'

"Heh, although the saying 'Every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost' is overbearing and selfish, it suits those with a bit of power. But right now, it fits these fellows perfectly," Yang Yi pursed his lips, a chill touching his expression as his eyes locked onto the rearview mirror.

"Brother Yi, this time, are we planning to kill them, or just scare them off?"

"Innumerable troubles sprout from unrest; if you don't cut the weeds at the root, how can there be lasting peace?"

Hearing this new aphorism from Yang Yi, not only Fatty Lin looked startled, but Xuanyuan Bing also stared at him in disbelief.

"Tonight, with only the four of us here, I don't feel like getting my hands dirty. Having these people engage me is simply wasting my capabilities. Fatty, Bing'er, how about you two take care of them?" Yang Yi said, completely unfazed by their expressions, his manner coolly dismissive.

"Understood," Fatty Lin and Xuanyuan Bing replied simultaneously.

"Boss, everything is prepared. We hired two assassins, costing fifty million. Given this price, their skills shouldn't be lacking," a middle-aged man hung up the phone and reported to Fujiki, the Japanese man seated behind the car.

"En, remember to have those two assassins leave the two girls for this boss."

"Understood."

"Oh, my dear God, don't blame me for this; who told me I've taken a liking to those two beautiful saints? Thus, I must have them." The African man made a pious gesture with a devilish intent in his eyes, looking earnestly at the driver. "Are everything ready?"

"Ready. We hired five assassins, costing a hundred million US dollars. Assassins at this price shouldn't fail."

"The main thing is to leave the two beautiful saints for me."

"Yes, it has been arranged."

"Jesus, I admire your arrangements. Satan, I love your brutality. To run into such alluring beauties—it would be an insult to you two if I didn't take a few shots!" An American man clutched his chest, smiling broadly.

"Boss, we have also made arrangements. Six assassins, costing two hundred million US dollars. Assassins at this price won't mess things up."

"Good. Remember to act quickly; I doubt those guys will let us get away easily either!"

"Yes, Boss."

"Oh! My G—!" A Briton muttered as a stream of black vehicles appeared. "It seems quite a few people didn't intend to make their move on Dragon Gang turf tonight. I guess those two beauties are quite the attraction. How are our men prepared?"

"Report, sir, we've spent five hundred million US dollars and hired ten assassins. At this rate, the job shouldn't be botched."

"En. That’s good. Tonight, we’ll see who’s left standing at the end. The one who laughs last is usually the victor," the Englishman said with a sinister grin.

It must be said, all four employers had clearly lost money in that gamble, but they were still setting their lecherous sights on the two beauties behind Yang Yi. It demonstrated how utterly 'naive' they were, sparing no expense to hire a motley crew of assassins within half an hour.

The Japanese man, Fujiki, hired: 'Two assassins, skill level unknown.'

The African man hired: 'Five assassins, skill level unknown.'

The American hired: 'Six assassins, skill level also unknown.'

The Englishman hired: 'Ten assassins, skill level even more unknown, and since there are more of them, it’s doubtful they all meet high skill requirements.'

A total of twenty-three assassins, all sharing a common objective: eliminate the men in the leading black sedan and abduct the two women. This action was no different from strong-arming civilian girls. But to go this far proved that these four men were extremists, utterly despicable and shameless degenerates. No, to be precise, 'lecher' no longer described them; people engaging in such dirty work were accurately called absolute scoundrels—scoundrels beyond redemption.

"So many people... Classmate Xuanyuan, I wonder if you..."

"Take out as many as you can. Don't worry about me," Xuanyuan Bing seemed to maintain her icy demeanor towards everyone except Yang Yi. As she finished speaking, the car pulled to a stop.

From the dozen or so black cars that had ambushed them from behind, the occupants cautiously disembarked, drawing their weapons without a word, a rush of 'money-fueled' aggression surging upward.

"How about this: you handle these guys, and I'll deal with the ones behind them. Sound fair?"

"Whatever."

"Damn... talk about coldness. Is it just because I'm not as handsome as Brother Yi?" Fatty Lin grumbled slightly, dissatisfied, but a moment later, he added, "Wait, is Brother Yi handsome? I don't think so?"

Hah, if Yang Yi could hear Fatty Lin muttering this after getting out of the car, it would be strange if he didn't beat the kid to a pulp.

"Abduct the women, kill the men."

Things were not as simple as Fatty Lin had imagined, because the targets were not the women, but the men. Thus, the first group of assassins rushing forward were met not by Xuanyuan Bing, but by Fatty Lin.

"Holy crap, do these beasts like me? Damn it, I'm not gay, and I’m not even handsome! Is it because I'm not handsome that they... I swear to the mother of all circles!" Fatty Lin had no time to speak to Xuanyuan Bing before plunging headfirst into the fray against the assassins.

"It seems your character is problematic, so I will deal with those behind them. You handle these," Xuanyuan Bing’s lips curled into a cold smile as she leaped a full zhang, covering the distance to one black sedan after another in just a few strides.

"Beauty, you should just submit to me. I will..."

It seemed that villains were destined to be dispatched easily, and this Japanese man was not only easy to take down but was not even given a chance to explain. The entire car became strangely encased in ice.

"Oh! My God!" The employers following behind, the foreigners from the gambling ring, blurted out these words in shock upon witnessing such an eerie spectacle.

But even before their exclamation died down, one black car after another was turned into an ice sculpture, the occupants frozen solid like popsicles, without any explanation or even time to react, courtesy of Xuanyuan Bing.

"Done!" Xuanyuan Bing deliberately clapped her hands, glanced at Fatty Lin who was 'dancing' with the assassins in the distance, and asked with a playful smirk, "Fatty Lin, need any help?"

"Damn it, these low-grade assassins, I can handle them myself," Fatty Lin was clearly provoked by Xuanyuan Bing's casual offer. Sometimes, a man's dignity was more important than his life, so his movements became swift, the dagger in his hand moving with strange precision as he unleashed his throwing knives instantly.

"Yi, I'm finished," Xuanyuan Bing returned to the car and reported to Yang Yi.

"Uh!" Yang Yi blinked, then smiled, "Good work, thank you for your trouble."

"Mm!" Xuanyuan Bing replied with a hint of shyness, then asked, "Should I go help Fatty Lin?"

"Heh heh, no need. That kid can manage. If he can't even deal with this patch of weeds, he’d be unworthy of being my number one fierce general."