A good piece of music is only good in the ears of those who find it pleasing. A bad piece of music is not good in the minds of those who find it displeasing.

As the saying goes: one upright, one evil; one yin, one yang—good and bad exist merely in a single thought. Some present considered this piece a terrifying composition, others dismissed it as utter rubbish, and yet others, unable to name the piece, simply found it profoundly beautiful.

“I never expected His Excellency, the Dragon Lord, to possess such extraordinary talent.” As an opponent, Long Tian now felt a genuine surge of admiration for Yang Yi. If Long Tian’s prior admiration was merely superficial, this current feeling was authentic, for this was the most exquisite, soul-stirring, and nostalgic music he had ever heard in his life.

“It can’t compare to Beethoven, but it has its own unique corner. This piece is wonderful!” Li Yun, since arriving here and meeting Yang Yi, had been suppressing the fear she felt toward him.

Yet, under the spell of this music, that suppression and fear suddenly vanished. “Indeed!” Seeing every movement and expression of Yang Yi’s so outstanding, Long Tian finally understood why he was qualified to rule the Eastern China region, become the Dragon Lord to so many, and harbor such ambition to invade the South.

Thinking this, Long Tian shivered, quickly shaking off the unwelcome notion that had popped into his mind. He secretly thought, Although he is exceptional, I still feel the urge to compete with him.

It seems tomorrow will certainly not be peaceful. “Is this him?

Why, after staying by his side for so long and experiencing so much, do I still find him so incredibly mysterious? Is it because of his mystery that my love for him was captivated?” For the first time, Xuanyuan Bing doubted her own love, doubted her feelings for Yang Yi, and her expression grew increasingly troubled.

Meanwhile, Fatty Lin and Feng Shi on the side were utterly lost in enchantment. Regardless of Yang Yi’s astonishing performance or his unexpectedly peerless charisma, they saw him as the very embodiment of perfection.

Even if he was a rogue, he was a rogue sovereign who encompassed perfection, refinement, class, taste, and cultivation all in one. The piece concluded.

Applause erupted from all corners and groups present. Among them, a few individuals—naturally, people like Zhou Pang Pang—stared at Yang Yi with displeased expressions.

Possessing such outstanding talent suggested a profound background capable of nurturing it; common folk from the lower classes simply could not possess such artistry, and even if they did, they wouldn't dare display it in such a setting. Consequently, he began to harbor suspicions about Yang Yi’s origins.

Simultaneously, in another corner, the woman named Xiao Wu scrutinized Yang Yi with her beautiful eyes, murmuring to herself, “Just a flashy young punk trying to look cool!” Heavens, if Yang Yi knew this woman called him a child, one couldn’t guess his reaction. But this woman genuinely could call Yang Yi a child, as she was actually a year or two older than him.

Thus, being called a child by someone older carried little power to refute. “This Black God Gang Dragon Lord is certainly not simple,” the middle-aged man called Fifth Brother mused to himself.

“Even among the many talented young elites in the capital, none are as outstanding as him.” “Fifth Brother, why praise him so much? So what if he can play the piano?

I can play the Guqin too, yet you never praise me?” Xiao Wu pouted, enough to hang two or three oil bottles if they were nearby. “Uh!” The middle-aged man felt a chill, shook his head, and said nothing, knowing he was in the wrong and that keeping quiet was best, especially without offering an explanation.

“Hoo, hoo!” Yang Yi suddenly felt that he had poured his entire mind and soul into the piano piece, making him feel intensely energized. The calmness within his heart hinted that his Green-rank Grandmaster level, which he had been unable to break through, was vaguely on the verge of shedding its shell.

“It seems state of mind is indeed the crucial factor. Mood influences everything about a person.

Grandfather was absolutely right; the state of mind is the most important thing for a martial artist.” With a smile on his face, thinking inwardly, he stood up, glanced down at the audience, and flashed a dazzling, roguish smile. “Uh… Pang Pang, what happened?” Chen Bo walked in from the doorway.

Seeing everyone staring at the stage and applauding relentlessly, he looked bewildered and asked Zhou Pang Pang. “That kid is not simple,” Zhou Pang Pang jiggled his belly fat, turned to Chen Bo, and asked, “Did you find anything out?” “I found out a little, but I don’t know if it’s him,” Chen Bo frowned when he heard Zhou Pang Pang’s question.

“If it is truly him, I’m afraid we womenfolk are out of luck.” “Oh? You mean…?” “Yes, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, one of the four major gangs in Huaxia.

He has immense ambition, controls a large part of the underworld in Huaxia, and currently intends to invade the Southern underworld.” Chen Bo stated. “The Black God Gang Dragon Lord?” Zhou Pang Pang grimaced.

“The Black God Gang is a triad organization. Do you think he’d dare openly offend us?

After all, they aren’t on the same level as the Dragon Gang—just local bullies, right?” “I don’t know, Pang Pang. I think we should drop it.

Don’t provoke him, or else…!” Chen Bo was somewhat smarter; there was no need to provoke these people over one or two women. Since the founding of the nation, the police and the triads have been enemies.

He dared not openly offend the police, but it was unquestionable that the police also wouldn't needlessly offend him! “What, are you scared?” Zhou Pang Pang looked at him with disdain.

“You should know, this is Macau. If….” At this point, he seemed to suddenly recall something and glanced toward another direction.

Chen Bo looked at him quizzically. “Why stop talking?” “Xiao Bo, we can… hehe, look over there…!” Zhou Pang Pang nudged his fat head toward Long Tian’s direction.

“I heard recently that the Black God Gang is about to clash with the Dragon Gang. What if we cooperate with Long Tian?” “You mean… mutual exploitation?” Chen Bo asked with a grave expression.

“Hmph, who cares about the details? Didn’t you just say it?

Dying under the peony blossom is still romantic,” Zhou Pang Pang retorted. “Then tell me, what should we do?” “I have my ways.

Later…” Zhou Pang Pang leaned down and whispered something into Chen Bo’s ear. The smiles on both their faces grew increasingly sinister.

Perhaps sharpened by the influence of the music, Yang Yi’s perception felt somewhat keen, and he immediately noticed many things happening. It would be best if those two didn’t pull any outrageous stunts, otherwise, hehe!

Thinking this, the smile on Yang Yi’s lips grew even stronger. He glanced at a few spots before stepping down from the stage.

The gathering was becoming increasingly interesting, and many people were now paying attention. Who their focus was on needed no explanation, especially since Yang Yi had completely stolen the show with that piano performance.

“As expected of the Black God Gang Dragon Lord, to play such an impassioned piece,” Long Tian said with a smile as Yang Yi approached. “Dragon Gang Leader flatters me.

I merely know a tiny bit of the surface arts,” Yang Yi replied. Being too modest was ineffective, but being too complacent was worse, especially when speaking to someone like Long Tian.

Thus, Yang Yi kept his words noncommittal. “Then I shall not trouble His Excellency the Dragon Lord further!” Long Tian cupped his hands toward Yang Yi in salute.

“You are too kind.” Yang Yi maintained his smiling expression, but no matter how he smiled, no one dared to treat him as a fool or an idiot, especially Long Tian. Because no one knew what lay hidden beneath that smile, and no one could see it.

Long Tian, having just walked a few steps with Li Yun, suddenly turned back and smiled at Yang Yi. “Oh, right, Your Excellency the Dragon Lord, I am very much looking forward to your performance tomorrow.

I hope you can go easy on me.” “Likewise!” Yang Yi coldly scoffed inwardly. Going easy would mean not being in the underworld at all, unless Long Tian willingly submitted to him.

Otherwise, everything was just pretense—saying one thing and doing another. “Brother Yi, your musical skill has improved again.

That feeling just now was truly marvelous,” Fatty Lin paid no attention to Long Tian’s words, instead exclaiming over the recent piano piece to Yang Yi. Yang Yi shot him an annoyed look, then turned to Feng Shi, saying, “Yanran, have a few people keep an eye on those two young masters.

Inform me immediately if anything happens.” “Yes, Young Master.” “Brother Yi, are you really not going to let those two off the hook? Or…!” Fatty Lin asked doubtfully.

“When will you stop your endless chatter? And didn’t you notice?

Since Long Tian knows the background of those two, and they have offended me—most importantly, do you think people like them won’t cause trouble for us?” Yang Yi finished, glanced at Xuanyuan Bing, whose face had darkened, and asked, “Bing’er, what’s wrong?” “Ah… I, I’m fine,” Xuanyuan Bing replied, sounding clearly insincere, before adding, “Yi, I’m tired.” “Alright then, let’s go!” “Could those two really be planning to cooperate with Long Tian? Are they going to reenact ‘Police and Criminals as One Family’?” Fatty Lin frowned, glancing at where Zhou Pang Pang and his group were, then looking toward Long Tian as he ascended the stairs, his lips curling slightly.