"Yes!" the driver responded, unsure whether he should notify the Twelve Fiends or just drive, but the car shot forward regardless of the sudden, sharp command from Long Tian.

"Tian, what's wrong?" Li Yun asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"Damn it, how could I be such an idiot?" Long Tian felt a surge of regret; he had calculated everything, but missed one crucial detail. "The Black God Gang's Dragon Lord is absolutely not in that Macau hotel. Those people were just stalling us. The appearance of those two was designed only to create an illusion for us. Their goal was simply to buy time for the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord."

"Buy time?" Li Yun grew more bewildered the more she listened, but sensing the increasingly cold and twisted look on Long Tian's face, her heart sank, a bad feeling rising instantly. At the same moment, she understood something. "Could it be... could the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord be at our headquarters right now?"

"Alas, I was careless, too arrogant for my own good. I only hope Long Sha and Hu Sha can hold them off." Long Tian closed his eyes, his expression extremely grim, and told the driver, "Go faster."

"Yes!"...

Upon hearing this, Li Yun froze for a long moment. After a pause, she quickly made a call. "Leave a contingent here to hold the fort; the rest of you, return to headquarters immediately."

"Damn it, they found out." Fatty Lin watched a business van slip away right under his nose, a chill running down his spine. He immediately shouted, "Be quick and decisive with your movements; we need to move to another location soon."

"Yes!" The Seventy-Two Earth Fiends no longer hesitated, unleashing their full power.

However, Xuan Yuan Bing made a call. "Hello, Yi, Long Tian has realized something."

"Mmm, I know. Can you disengage as quickly as possible?" Yang Yi's voice came through the phone.

"Twenty minutes. We will be there within twenty minutes," Xuan Yuan Bing replied.

"Good!"

"What the hell, why isn't Brother Yi coming to us, but we have to go to him?" Fatty Lin overheard Xuan Yuan Bing's words from the side and quickly asked.

"Do you think Yi has the free time to come back right now? Don't forget Long Tian has already caught on!"

"Uh!" Fatty Lin was stunned. He glanced at the few remaining Dragon Gang members and immediately sped up. Blood clung to the tips of his blades, dripping steadily onto the ground, painting a scene of boundless savagery.

The cars tore through the road, whining in protest, disregarding red lights. Wisps of smoke trailed from beneath the tires, indicating the astonishing speed of the lead vehicle, followed closely by numerous other business vans doing the same. If the vehicle in front were suddenly forced to stop for any reason, those behind were likely to collide in a fatal embrace.

Even so, Long Tian and the others inside their car looked frantic, knowing what they knew now compelled them to rush back. Moreover, if they didn't hurry, their lair would likely be overrun.

"Young Master, everything is handled. This man is the Dragon Gang's highest-ranking Elder, Long Tian’s uncle. Those two are two of the Dragon Gang’s Twelve Fiends!" Feng Shi pointed to the three individuals who were now pinned down by over a dozen guns, desperately attempting one last struggle.

These three were undoubtedly the Dragon Gang’s Old Elder, the master of the Tiger Fiend Hall, and the master of the Dragon Fiend Hall. They had no recourse; even their final efforts failed to stop Yang Yi’s assault. The entire Dragon Gang headquarters was now occupied by Yang Yi’s forces, and they could no longer stall for time, waiting for Long Tian to return. They likely remained silent, the two Fiends glaring venomously at Yang Yi.

Indeed, at that moment—it wasn't just Long Tian who felt careless, having fully assumed the Black God Gang’s Dragon Lord would be waiting in the Macau hotel. But who could have anticipated that the shameless Yang Yi would personally strike his headquarters, coordinating a complex deception to blind them before making his move? Such tactics demanded respect and caution.

Why is a man considered powerful? It is entirely because he can display sufficient capital in the eyes of women, which leads women to call him formidable. By the same logic, why is a warlord called a warlord? By playing stratagems, weaving a grand deception capable of shaking the entire world, and utilizing every shred of intellect to mislead others—that is a warlord, that is capital.

Long Tian’s capital could not be said to be insufficient, yet it was still less than Yang Yi’s. Just look at tonight’s maneuver, a game within a game, a play within a play. Yang Yi merely needed to use slight visual obstructions to mask what was happening; these were easily deduced, yet he executed them with masterful subtlety. This was the strategy required of a supreme leader!

"The saying 'old ginger is spicier' is true, but a deathbed struggle will turn even old ginger back into young ginger," Yang Yi thought coldly. From the moment his men breached the compound, he had realized these people were trying to buy time, hoping to rely on luck for Long Tian to detect the anomaly and rush back, thereby preventing their occupation of the headquarters.

Taking the Dragon Gang headquarters might not seem like much to others, but in Yang Yi’s eyes, it was a devastating blow to the morale of every Dragon Gang member, and it shifted the dynamics of the battle between the Black God Gang and the Dragon Gang from reactive to proactive.

"Lock them up first, and immediately order all Black God Guards to hold their posts!" Yang Yi waved his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips as he walked to the window. Looking out at the scene, he felt a deep sense of culmination—the real battle was only just beginning now.

Feng Shi saw Yang Yi’s suddenly solitary figure and felt a slight pang of empathy. She waved a hand, signaling the Black God Guards to carry out the orders, then walked to his side, saying gravely, "Young Master, is it about to begin?"

Yang Yi didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "How prepared is the situation in Hainan?"

"All major blockade points in Hainan are covered by our people. The other Ten Generals have led retinues to encircle the various strongholds of the Green Gang. Young Master, are you truly going through with this? If there is any movement from the North, we stand to lose everything," Feng Shi expressed, sounding worried, as if she knew exactly what Yang Yi intended to do.

"Mmm. Release the message: immediately move to eliminate all affiliated forces of the Dragon Gang in the twenty-one cities of Guangdong, and the Green Gang in the thirty-two cities of Guangxi. Those who surrender will be spared; those who resist will be executed without mercy!" Yang Yi said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, I'll make the arrangements now." Feng Shi responded.

Events were spiraling into the bizarre. Yang Yi’s commands to eliminate the Dragon Gang’s influence in Guangdong’s twenty-one cities and the Green Gang’s presence in Guangxi’s thirty-two cities were being executed without any apparent regard for potential action from the North. His forces were boldly expanding the net, aiming to seal off the headquarters of both the Hainan and Macau factions while eradicating their influence elsewhere. This action was undeniably audacious and unrestrained!

It turned out Yang Yi’s true objective was not merely the battle with the Dragon Gang tonight, but to finally reel in the net he had cast out earlier. This would sever the roots of the two major factions and swiftly allow him to unify the Southern underworld. The three princes in the North had likely foreseen this long ago, which explained why they had been so leisurely, making no moves against the Black God Gang these past few days.

In less than a moment, Yang Yi’s phone rang. That familiar ringtone told him exactly who was calling. "Hello, Fatty, what's up?"

"Damn it, Brother Yi, we're rushing over to you right now. Long Tian is already on his way, but you sound so unconcerned! I’m worried sick," Fatty Lin's voice came from the other end, sounding as if the emperor wasn't worried while the eunuch was frantic. (Fatty Lin: Hey, Boss, am I a eunuch? Author: sweat, I ignore that, I don't know, haha!)

"Heh heh, just hurry over. What are you rushing for?" Yang Yi genuinely sounded incredibly nonchalant. In the current situation, any normal person would feel a tense pressure.

"Alright, we're almost there." Fatty Lin was left speechless and hastily hung up the phone.

Yang Yi, too, felt a sense of anticlimax. He wasn't anxious about the current situation at all. Five hundred men had taken the Dragon Gang headquarters, leaving over seven hundred bodies piled high. Since Long Tian had realized the truth, the battle was inevitable, right here. As the saying goes, 'to capture bandits, first capture the king.' Long Tian was the mastermind of the Dragon Gang, and Yang Yi desperately hoped Long Tian would rush toward him in a blaze of hot-headed anger so he could spring his trap.

Whether Long Tian was captured or killed, once the Dragon Gang's Young Master was apprehended or slain by the Black God Gang, all forces affiliated with the Dragon Gang would collapse without a fight. The sweep order already issued was intended to finalize their dissolution.

"Young Master, everything has been arranged as you instructed. The Ten Generals and the forces previously stationed at the southern borders are now beginning to close in," Feng Shi reported, walking up to Yang Yi.

"Mmm." After Yang Yi responded, a strong smile suddenly bloomed across his face. "It seems that as things begin on that side, they are starting here as well."

Feng Shi frowned slightly. Following his gaze outside, she too suddenly felt a cold, radiant smile surface between her brows, mirroring Yang Yi’s expression.