The next day: Inside the Grand Macau Hotel, Yang Yi and his entourage appeared rather relaxed, enjoying breakfast in the lobby early in the morning.

They sat in silence, their faces devoid of expression, save for Yang Yi, who constantly sported his signature smile, leaving one to wonder what thoughts churned beneath.

"Young Master!" Feng Shi looked as if she had something pressing to say but hesitated.

Yang Yi looked at her, his face filled with inquiry, and asked, "What is it?"

"Our people seem to be arriving in Macau slower than anticipated; it will likely take them two days," Feng Shi said, her tone turning serious.

"That's not a problem. As long as they arrive within three days, it's fine!"

"But, Young Master, won't this disrupt your plans?"

"Don't worry, it won't derail the plan. Moreover, the most crucial thing is to trust our people. This time can also be considered a test for Uncle Han," Yang Yi remarked cryptically, a statement that nearly caused Fatty Lin beside him to choke on his food.

Wiping his mouth, Fatty Lin eagerly pressed, "Brother Yi, what's going on with Uncle Han?"

"Alas, Fatty, what do you think the Black God Gang lacks?" Yang Yi sighed deeply, the question that had been lingering in his heart for so long seemingly ready to emerge now.

"Uh, I don't think the Black God Gang is lacking anything right now," Fatty Lin was astonished, truly unable to grasp what the gang might be missing.

Indeed, considering the current state of the Black God Gang: they had wealth, manpower, and strength. Their weapons, armor, and forces were all finely prepared; on the surface, they seemed to lack nothing.

The Miyamoto Family and the Yamaguchi-gumi branch in Japan, the Leith Family and the Blood-Wailing Assassin Guild branch in Britain, and Xuanmen, one of the Four Great Sects of Huaxia—among the Eight Great Families of Huaxia, excluding the Dongfang family, both the Xuanyuan family and the Shangguan family were collaborators with the Black God Gang.

While they hadn't explicitly become direct branches of the Black God Gang, the difference was negligible. However, it must be noted that these two families could very well change their minds suddenly, and the possibility of betrayal could not be dismissed as zero.

Therefore, thinking a bit deeper, one would realize the Black God Gang was currently missing several crucial components.

"Talent!" Feng Shi suddenly interjected with a statement that caused Fatty Lin to frown.

"Talent? Aren't we currently cultivating both high-level and basic gang members? Aren't they talent? Moreover, the high-ranking members of the Black God Gang are all strategists capable of leading regions!" Fatty Lin argued.

"While our Black God Gang is cultivating talent, it's far from enough, and our methods of cultivation are a bit outdated," Feng Shi looked at Yang Yi, as if she too had noticed this for some time. "Am I right, Young Master?"

"Yes! Indeed, what we lack most now is new impetus, new talent. Only by injecting new talent and new energy will things become more vibrant. It’s like your affection for an object; you cherish it for months, perhaps a year or two after buying it, but eventually, you tire of it," Yang Yi said, his words directed squarely at the current situation of the Black God Gang.

Logically and practically, this was true. No matter how strong one's current standing, age eventually takes its toll. New vitality must be added to make people feel invigorated and driven to pursue further goals.

"But this doesn't seem to concern Uncle Han, does it?" Fatty Lin's conviction that the Black God Gang lacked nothing was shattered, though another doubt surfaced.

"Manager Han is the highest-ranking administrator of the Black God Gang, the Young Master's exclusive butler, and the longest-serving meritorious official under the Old Dragon Lord. His handling of matters is always orderly and perfectly timed. Thus, I also don't understand your meaning, Young Master," Feng Shi analyzed.

"Alas, precisely because of this, the current development strategy of the Black God Gang has completely eclipsed the old path," Yang Yi sighed mournfully. He knew better than anyone the competence Han Zhong possessed in handling affairs. He wasn't just a loyal veteran who served his grandfather for years, but also a mentor from whom Yang Yi had gained much.

"The old path?"

Hearing this, both Fatty Lin and Feng Shi fell silent, their minds continually turning over the words. It was true; the Black God Gang's current development followed the original blueprint, lacking any novelty. Even the slight changes Yang Yi implemented in his cultivation methods seemed fragile under scrutiny.

To strive for the highest peak, to dominate the underworld across the nation, and even globally—this established style was clearly no longer suitable. Yang Yi had been contemplating solutions to this, though no one knew when he had first perceived these shortcomings.

"Are you suggesting, Brother Yi, that you want to use these new arrivals to replace Uncle Han? Are those two people truly worth placing such importance on?" Fatty Lin asked, his brow furrowed.

"What, you have an objection?" Yang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No, absolutely not. I just feel you are a bit..."

"A bit ungrateful? Or perhaps, discarding the old for the new?"

"Uh..."

"In truth, I know exactly what you're thinking," Yang Yi shook his head with resignation. The Black God Gang, overall, belonged to his grandfather, and since he took over, it had grown from a few thousand members to hundreds of thousands, even millions. It was undeniable that within the gang, both Han Zhong and Fatty Lin were the greatest contributors.

As the saying goes, 'a single chopstick is easily broken, but a bundle of chopsticks is hard to crush.'

"Whether replacing Uncle Han is possible, I don't know yet. But all I can say is that you two must not underestimate those two individuals."

Upon hearing Yang Yi say this, Feng Shi seemed to grasp the meaning immediately and interjected, "One is a master of deception and illusion, and the other is a veteran who has managed casinos for many years. In every aspect, from their past records to their current capabilities, they show solid grounding. Especially Qin Hou; he is a ruthless individual. Although he showed no unusual behavior while managing the casino, deep down, a certain desire exists within him—such a person naturally generates high expectations from the Young Master!"

"Of course, only those with desire know how to strive for improvement, and only those with desire can be manipulated with deft hands," Yang Yi said, a smile playing on his lips.

"It seems I truly am not qualified to be a fierce general. I lack strategy, and in terms of strength, I'm far behind them. Alas!" Fatty Lin sighed gloomily as he spoke.

"Being discouraged shows you have ambition, Fatty. You need to catch up, boy. I believe Third Brother and Fourth Brother are probably already surpassing you."

"Damn it! How could those two shameless guys surpass me?" Hearing this, Fatty Lin abruptly stood up and shouted.

"Haha, you wouldn't know. Third Brother is undergoing military training, practicing the same martial arts as the Ten Generals. Even so, to qualify for a generalship, his strength must be..."

Yang Yi didn't finish his sentence, but it was enough for Fatty Lin to understand that the military zone's training regimen was brutal, though comparable to the training of the Black Guard members here. But the Black Guard's position was fixed, whereas a general's position...

"Damn it!" Fatty Lin felt a jolt in his heart; he seemed to fully grasp the situation now.

"Fourth Brother is busy managing the affairs of both the Dragon Guard and Black Guard companies, but I often see that boy secretly practicing martial arts during his sleep, while you sleep soundly, causing your breakthrough to the Grandmaster realm to be delayed, hehe..."

"Oh my god!" Fatty Lin exclaimed in shock, simultaneously feeling a powerful urge to beat himself up.

In fact, ever since Fatty Lin realized he couldn't use Yang Yi as a benchmark, he had frequently compared himself to Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou, using that desire to fuel his own strength improvements. But hearing Yang Yi say this now, he couldn't help but feel he had fallen far behind.

"Screw Third Brother, screw Fourth Brother, those two bastards," Fatty Lin cursed his two brothers internally.

Meanwhile, in Guangdong Province to the south, Xu Ming was currently enduring his training. With sweat pouring down his forehead, he sneezed violently. "Achoo! Which bastard is cursing me? If I find out, I'll skin him alive."

"Xu Ming, redo five hundred reps," an old soldier roared immediately when he saw Xu Ming pause.

"Damn it!" Xu Ming felt a chill run down his spine. He had been performing these 'rabbit hops' for a full two months, keeping the daily total at two thousand, but now suddenly adding five hundred more forced him to feel like killing the villain who had just cursed him.

Similarly, Ye Xiaohou, sitting in his office, also sneezed. However, his situation seemed more troublesome, as that one sneeze blew the documents scattered across his desk onto the floor.

"Damn his mother, why am I so unlucky!" Ye Xiaohou muttered while picking up the papers.

"Marquis Hou has arrived. They are staying in this very hotel."

Outside the Grand Macau Hotel, inside a black sedan, Tian She reported to Qin Hou.

"Mm," Qin Hou responded, narrowing his eyes as he glanced at the grand hotel.

"Then I'll make a call first." Tian She pulled out his phone and dialed. After a short while, he hung up and said, "Marquis Hou, he is inside!"

"Very well, let's go in."

"Young Master, they have arrived." At this moment, the group was gathered in a presidential suite. The words spoken were undeniably Feng Shi reporting to Yang Yi.

"Good! They have arrived at the perfect time." Yang Yi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a broad smile, thinking to himself, Come, come and join me.