Green mountains fade into the distance, the river winds far away; though autumn ends, the grass in Jiangnan refuses to wilt. Under the bright moon at the Twenty-Four Bridges, where has the cherished one gone to teach the art of the flute?

Whether a villain or a virtuous person, it all depends on the two sides of the matter. I once heard this line of poetry and naively thought it only referred to someone teaching the skills of playing the xiao. Yet now, Yang Yi held this very sentiment, and Long Tian, too, was directing his subordinates into a life-or-death brawl.

The situation in Macau had been entirely orchestrated by these two. They hadn't moved a muscle themselves, preferring to watch the unfolding events from inside their car, as if the trivial matters at hand weren't enough to stir them into action.

Indeed, the Macau Grand Hotel was tightly encircled by Long Gang members, and a sudden arrival of men in black was closing in—proof enough that these were merely the small fish and shrimp making the initial move; the big sharks were still lurking behind.

"The Dragon Lord commands: kill all who are seen bearing the mark of the Long Gang without mercy!" Fatty Lin shouted, raising the dagger in his hand. "Charge and kill!"

"Report! There are people behind us!" a young man holding a pistol yelled to his superior.

"What?" The middle-aged man trembled upon hearing this. His first thought was that while they had surrounded this location, they too were now simultaneously surrounded.

He glanced back and saw a group of perhaps fewer than a hundred men dressed in black, each wielding a dagger that emitted a cold gleam. His pupils involuntarily contracted. "Quick! Move now!"

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!!

The sound of gunfire erupted at that instant. Simultaneously, those suddenly appearing dark figures, balancing on the balls of their feet, moved with ghost-like agility, showing not the slightest fear of the bullets.

"Young Master Long!" Li Yun exclaimed, looking at those bizarre silhouettes.

Long Tian, who hadn't missed a beat, had been watching intensely. How could he not know what was happening at the Macau Grand Hotel? Yet, he made no immediate move, instead allowing a chilling light to flash in his eyes as he continued to stare with detached intensity.

"Aaaah!!!"

Inside the Macau Grand Hotel, staff members screamed in terror upon hearing the gunfire, their panic disturbing those inside the rooms who were engaged in the vigorous thrust and pull of intimacy.

"Ouch! You brute, trying to blow my top off?" the woman cried out in pain.

In an instant, as the gunfire roared, guests in all the rooms who witnessed the scene from their windows considered calling the police, only to find their phones dead. Some thought of jumping to escape, only to remember they were on the twentieth floor. Others wanted to flee, but discovered the Macau Grand Hotel was completely sealed off by men armed with guns.

Yet the gunfire continued without cease, and figures darted and weaved incessantly. Barely a hundred or so figures were confronting the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends and Fatty Lin's group. Their movements were swift and ruthless, as the pistols did not pause for a moment. But every combatant understood: it wasn't that they wouldn't stop, but that they couldn't stop; a single pause could cost them their lives.

"Young Master, those people...!" Feng Shi stared at the unfolding battle, her delicate brows furrowed.

Yang Yi tugged at the corner of his mouth and murmured, "The Long Gang members aren't useless. This level of conflict isn't surprising."

Indeed, in the underworld, without a few tricks up one's sleeve, how could anyone rise to power?

The answer was a definite no.

The Long Gang members kept firing, but their movements were in no way sluggish. Although the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends were far superior to the Black God Gang, obliterating these men instantly was unlikely.

Swish~~ Swish~~~ Swish!

Three strange, cold beams flashed past. Three throwing knives, seemingly imbued with life, traced arcs through the air—one victim per blade. After completing a loop, they returned once more to Fatty Lin's hand. His knife-throwing skill was growing ever more masterful; not only could they curve, but he could control them at will.

"Damn it, these guys really know how to run," Fatty Lin cursed inwardly, his actions utterly fluid. One slice, one life, blood spurting like the sickle of the Death God, harvesting these men's lives.

... "Mom, monsters! Monsters!" ...

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!! A Long Gang member watched Fatty Lin sprinting toward his position. He seemed terrified, particularly of the dagger and throwing knives in the man's hands that were slaughtering his comrades one by one. This sight had turned Fatty Lin into a genuine monster in his eyes.

"Don't panic! Everyone, stay calm!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly. He had been standing right before the Macau Grand Hotel entrance watching Fatty Lin's performance, and sweat beaded in his palms. To say he wasn't afraid would be a lie, but he dared not show it. This wasn't due to saving face; it was because Young Master Long of the Long Gang was watching from the shadows—any sign of retreat from him would mean...

The current situation was utter chaos. Seventy-two men were intertwined with over a hundred others. While perhaps not matching the intensity of Yang Yi's battles in Japan, it was certainly hair-raising enough: you fire and dodge, I relentlessly pursue, leaving crimson stains beneath my blade. This was the shootout unfolding at the Macau Grand Hotel.

"Young Master Long...!" Li Yun called out with a frown, "Shouldn't we also...?"

"No rush, not yet!" Long Tian turned away, closing his eyes slightly, no longer looking in that direction. Instead, his face was etched with deep contemplation.

After a long while, as the fighting intensified—with the dead falling and the wounded groaning—Li Yun grew extremely anxious. Her own forces hadn't even managed to breach the Macau Grand Hotel, yet more than half had already been lost. Furthermore, those men in black were clearly from the Black God Gang. Restrained by Long Tian’s composure, Li Yun refrained from intervening, merely sitting beside him and waiting.

However, Long Tian wasn't entirely unconcerned. Though impatient inside, he refused to let the immediate events cloud his judgment—this thought hammered painfully in his mind: This situation is too strange. Why did those people suddenly appear? And that fat man seems to be a guard next to the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord. Why is he leading those men to attack my side? The more he thought, the more perplexed he became.

"Xiao Yun, call immediately. Tell the second wave to attack now. You must find the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord inside the Macau Grand Hotel."

"Understood!" Li Yun eagerly pulled out her phone and made the call.

Yet, Long Tian felt as if he were walking into some kind of trap. Every step felt unnervingly light, devoid of any sense of solid ground.

"Young Master, they've sent more people out," Feng Shi reported quickly upon seeing the new arrivals.

Yang Yi chuckled upon hearing this. "It seems Long Tian is also nearby tonight. Hmm, by sending a second wave, he must have realized I'm not inside."

"Young Master, what should we do now? If they keep sending more people, the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends might not hold out for long," Feng Shi worried.

"How are things looking at the other casinos?" Yang Yi asked gravely.

"It's started. The Long Gang is truly launching a large-scale invasion this time; their desire to reclaim their assets is significant."

Yang Yi hummed, glancing at the situation outside. He knew very well that the number of people surrounding this area tonight, and those hidden in the shadows, surely numbered no less than several thousand. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity no one would pass up, especially not Long Tian.

"How many Black God Guards are positioned near the Long Gang headquarters?"

He knew that the three thousand elite gang members from earlier were securing the casinos. The three thousand Black God Guards who arrived that noon had been dispersed by Yang Yi across the major casinos, though a small contingent was left guarding the vicinity of the Long Gang HQ. After all, as the saying goes: if you can't kill the monk, burn down the temple—the equivalent of 'the monk may escape, but the temple cannot.'

"Around five hundred," Feng Shi replied.

"Good." Yang Yi pondered for a moment, then looked at Xuanyuan Bing resting on his thigh and smiled. "Bing'er, I'll be counting on you for what comes next."

"Do you want me to tell Fatty Lin to stall for time? Or should I eliminate them all at once?" Xuanyuan Bing asked, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

"Heh, it amounts to the same thing. It's 7:30 now. Try to buy me some more time," Yang Yi said, a hint of bloodthirsty coldness spreading across his lips. "At least enough time so Long Tian doesn't realize too quickly."

"Alright, I understand!" Xuanyuan Bing climbed off Yang Yi's lap and opened the car door to step out. But just as she was about to leave,

Yang Yi smiled faintly, "Be careful."

"You too!" Xuanyuan Bing nodded, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, circled around to take a hidden route, and finally appeared near the entrance of the Macau Grand Hotel.

"Hmm?" Long Tian frowned deeply, seeing the figure suddenly emerge. He muttered, "She came out too? Perhaps my earlier suspicion was just an illusion?"

"Yanran, let's go for a drive. It's time for us to begin too," Yang Yi stated indifferently.

Feng Shi heard this, and her otherwise ice-cold expression softened into a smile. "Yes! My dearest Young Master."

"Heh heh!"...