Seeing the indecision on Qing Long's face, Liu Xinbei added fuel to the fire, as the current situation truly allowed for no more hesitation.

Either they died obscurely. Or they died spectacularly, with a sliver of hope for survival among the opportunities.

"Boss, this is the only way. Only then can we find out why the Xiaoyao Sect is doing this. If the Xiaoyao Sect is plotting against the Black God Gang, we can leverage the Xiaoyao Sect's power to wipe out the Black God Gang in one fell swoop. By then, no problem will be a problem, including the fact that we once kidnapped someone from the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Enough, stop talking. Let me think!" Qing Long waved his hand, his thoughtful expression starkly revealed. He paced back and forth for a while before seemingly making up his mind.

In truth, he desperately wanted to know why the Xiaoyao Sect chose to abandon the Qinglong Gang at such a critical juncture, leading to the current predicament. The Dragon Gang was crushed so swiftly not just because of Long Tian's carelessness, but also because the Long Men behind him had abandoned them, which restricted many possibilities. Various reasons, various puzzles, continuously swirled around Qing Long.

"Smack!" Qing Long slammed the table, stopping his pacing, and looked at Liu Xinbei with a grave expression. "What we are about to do this time is slightly improper, and if we fail, there will be no place for us to be buried. Old Liu, are you confident that with the Xiaoyao Sect's support, we can annihilate the Black God Gang?"

"Boss, rest assured on that point. I will do my utmost. If that time truly comes, it will be either my death or the Black God Gang's demise!" Liu Xinbei responded with utmost seriousness.

"Very well, go make arrangements. Once everything is settled, I will contact the Xiaoyao Sect!" Qing Long said through gritted teeth.

"Understood!" Liu Xinbei was immediately overjoyed upon hearing this, his eyes filled with determination, as if he harbored some secret plot.

Meanwhile, at a certain location, two individuals were seated in a black sedan. One middle-aged man asked a young man, "Young Master, we have arrived."

"En!" The youth looked rather ordinary, revealing nothing extraordinary about him at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, one could discern a unique temperament—a quietude that, beneath its surface, hinted at something far from ordinary.

There was once a saying, perhaps true: 'Only with sufficient cultivation of capital can one possess true nobility. All high-class tastes are built upon capital.' This saying seemed oddly unfitting for this young man, who was the only scion of the Xiaoyao Sect permitted to attend a secular school. His name was Xiaoyao Wuqing.

Stepping out of the car, Xiaoyao Wuqing gazed at the restaurant before him, a slight, leisurely smile gracing his lips. "It's been a long time since I've had such a relaxed lunch. Today, my wish is finally coming true."

"Young Master, we only have three hours. We should hurry. If the Sect Master finds out you've been lingering outside for so long...!" The middle-aged man softened his expression and spoke to Xiaoyao Wuqing.

"Alright, Uncle Hun! I know!" The smile on Xiaoyao Wuqing’s face vanished instantly upon hearing the middle-aged man’s words.

"Then please go inside!" The middle-aged man, called Uncle Hun, was named 'Li Hun.' No one understood why he bore such a name, but it was undeniable that this man was no ordinary person. He had been entrusted by the Xiaoyao Sect Master to look after Xiaoyao Wuqing meticulously—though, put plainly, it was no different from being a guard.

Because as long as Li Hun accompanied Xiaoyao Wuqing, every action was restricted. Except for the extended time he could spend at the Hainan Middle Academy, he was not allowed to stay anywhere for more than three hours—this was the Sect Master's command, which explained Li Hun's nagging.

The two entered the restaurant, found a spot, and began ordering food. While they were busy ordering, two black vans pulled up opposite the restaurant. In one of the vans sat a middle-aged man who was none other than Liu Xinbei. It was clear how swift their action was once the decision was made.

"You few, wait until they come out and make your move. Don't cause a major commotion unless necessary. Pay attention to the middle-aged man beside the youth," Liu Xinbei instructed his subordinates behind him.

"Yes!"

"Hmph, let's see if you can escape my grasp now." Liu Xinbei nodded, his eyes fixed intently on Xiaoyao Wuqing inside the restaurant.

At that very moment, a silver-white sedan stopped neatly beside the restaurant. Three people were inside: two women and one man. The woman seated on the driver's side suddenly called out to the youth behind her, "Young Master!"

"What is it?" the youth responded, looking at her questioningly.

"Qing Gang members!"

"Oh?" The youth frowned and looked in the direction the woman pointed. He saw the men in the two vans holding handguns, and he recognized the middle-aged man among them. "Why are they here? They know the Black God List is about to launch a massive attack on their Qing Gang. Instead of preparing defenses, they are here? Could they be up to some shady business?"

"Young Master, it looks like Liu Xinbei and his men are planning something."

"En, let's watch for a bit and see what they intend to do!" The youth smiled faintly, a playful glint in his eyes, his cunning side seemingly resurfacing.

The ice-cold woman sitting beside him looked somewhat puzzled. Regarding the youth next to her, he seemed like an inexhaustible treasury; the more one tried to explore him, the deeper one seemed to fall.

Time ticked by. Xiaoyao Wuqing had been eating for nearly two hours inside the restaurant. He wiped his mouth, and a faint smile finally touched his lips—a smile tinged with helplessness, as if something deeply regretted remained unresolved, yet beyond his control.

"Young Master, we have one hour left. Perhaps we should head back to school?" Li Hun suggested to Xiaoyao Wuqing.

"Why go back so early? Hmph, besides school, I'm only allowed to stay outside for three hours a day. Do you really need to manage me for these three hours?" Xiaoyao Wuqing's face suddenly turned very angry upon hearing this.

"This!!! Alright, where does the Young Master wish to go? This old servant will make arrangements!" Li Hun's expression darkened. If it weren't for the Sect Master's orders and the fear of unforeseen trouble, he could not bear the responsibility.

"Hmph!" Xiaoyao Wuqing snorted, saying nothing more, and walked straight toward the exit, yet his heart seethed with extreme anger. Ever since he acknowledged his father, whom he had seen only a few times since childhood, his life had become like that of a prisoner in a jail cell. Everything he did, everywhere he went, someone followed, and his time was restricted. In recent days, Xiaoyao Wuqing felt increasingly helpless.

At one point, Xiaoyao Wuqing had tried to break free from this constrained life. But he was neither a martial arts master nor the protagonist in those novels with invincible supernatural abilities. He was just an ordinary person, truly ordinary. Aside from having a slightly sharp mind, there was nothing about him that his so-called Sect Master of the Xiaoyao Sect seemed to value.

He walked towards the door, fuming with righteous anger, perhaps because of his rage, Xiaoyao Wuqing failed to notice anything until a group of people suddenly rushed towards him and, without a word, escorted him away.

Xiaoyao Wuqing started to protest, but upon feeling the hard, unyielding object pressing against his back, the words died in his throat. Simultaneously, a thought sprouted in his mind—perhaps this was an opportunity. An opportunity to retaliate against the Xiaoyao Sect Master who constantly restrained him.

"Ah, Young Master!" Li Hun jolted as he saw the two black vans speed past him. He called out sharply and immediately gave chase on foot.

"This middle-aged man is not simple either!" Sitting in the car, the youth watched the middle-aged man's swift pursuit, a strange smile twisting his lips.

"Yi, why do you think Liu Xinbei is kidnapping that youth?" The youth was none other than Yang Yi, and the question came from Xuanyuan Bing.

Yang Yi didn't answer Xuanyuan Bing directly. He just smiled at her before instructing Feng Shi, "Yanran, follow them and see what happens."

"Yes!"

Feng Shi's driving speed was evident—it needed no further explanation; her maneuvers were earth-shaking and spirit-terrifying. The screeching of tires against the asphalt, though jarring, would normally make any sensible person look twice at a vehicle suspected of reckless driving. Yet, here it seemed different; passersby barely glanced over or cursed. Instead, they maintained an air of detached indifference.

"Who are you people? Why are you capturing me?" Xiaoyao Wuqing, facing four or five handguns pointed at him, showed no fear. Instead, he calmly questioned Liu Xinbei ahead of him.