But Fatty Lin was more straightforward; understanding the current situation, he asked, "Brother Yi, will the Xuanyuan family really oppose you?"

"No, we don't know yet. Just as you suspect, the Xuanyuan family appears friendly now, but who knows when they might turn into our enemies. Better safe than sorry. After all, within the Black God Gang, apart from the Black God Guards, there aren't many who can deal with espers."

Yang Yi's expression remained grave. His current arrangements and underlying thinking were entirely correct. More importantly, his deeper goal concerned the sole heir of the Ye family, 'Ye Han.'

"Espers mainly specialize in long-range attacks, but once their abilities reach a certain level, they can also become formidable in close combat," Fatty Lin remarked.

"Exactly. So, we not only need to discover espers but also cultivate them into top-tier masters. I'll leave this task to Long Yi. You don't need to concern yourself with other gang affairs; just dedicate yourself entirely to this discovery," Yang Yi waved his hand.

"Yes, Dragon Lord," Long Yi nodded in response.

Ye Xiaohou, standing nearby, seemed to notice something and glanced at Yang Yi with a hint of surprise. He certainly didn't believe Yang Yi's motives were purely innocent.

"Uncle Han!"

"Present!" Han Zhong replied.

"Our gang is severely lacking in talent right now. Although our previous allocations and arrangements were flawless, we ultimately need new blood to energize things. So, issue an order: anyone with capability and strength can come to the Shanghai headquarters to work, and ensure they are given positions with corresponding authority. Also, select a group of talented individuals capable of implementing standardized management systems to help lighten your workload."

Upon hearing this, Han Zhong was visibly moved. Yang Yi's arrangement clearly showed concern for him, and he responded to Yang Yi with, "Thank you, Dragon Lord."

"There's no need for thanks, Uncle Han. Don't overwork yourself. If something can be simplified, simplify it. If it cannot, handle it rigorously; leave no loopholes." At this moment, Yang Yi resembled a monarch of an ancient dynasty.

His execution, while perhaps not entirely seamless, was perfectly poised to inspire confidence, making everyone feel his arrangements were utterly sensible.

"Fatty, you arrange things at the school. After this semester ends, we'll transfer."

Everyone present stared blankly at Yang Yi, but only Fatty Lin seemed to grasp his intentions, replying, "I understand."

"Good. Since everything is settled, everyone should get a good rest tonight," Yang Yi glanced at Ye Xiaohou before waving his hand.

"Yes!" The group acknowledged their orders and filed out.

Consequently, only Fatty Lin, Ye Xiaohou, Yang Yi, and the two women, Li Qian, remained in the office.

"Brother Yi, I haven't eaten yet, maybe..."

"Right, neither have I!" Yang Yi smiled faintly, touching his stomach, and then asked Li Qian and Xia Shiyun, "You two haven't eaten either, have you?"

"Is that even a question? It's all because of you, you bad boy," Li Qian said, sounding slightly displeased at Yang Yi's query.

"Alright, let's go out and eat."

"Boss," just as Yang Yi was about to leave, Ye Xiaohou called out, asking, "You brought back someone named Xiao Yao Wuqing this time? Who exactly is he?"

"Oh, he is from the Xiao Yao Sect."

"The Xiao Yao Sect?" Ye Xiaohou shuddered upon hearing this, his eyes fixed intently on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi looked at him, surprised, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, are there some things you still need to ask me about?" Ye Xiaohou's expression suddenly became dejected, as if he sensed Yang Yi already knew something.

"Heh, actually, Third Brother, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you. Everyone has their own privacy, after all."

"Boss!" Hearing this, Ye Xiaohou knew how much Yang Yi cherished their brotherhood, and his expression became momentarily emotional.

"Alright, stop making that face. Damn it, let's go eat." Yang Yi clapped him on the shoulder.

"Boss, actually—!"

"It's fine. I'm not in a hurry to know now. Tell me everything when you're ready."

"Okay." Ye Xiaohou nodded, watching Yang Yi walk out. For some inexplicable reason, a new resolve suddenly surfaced within him. At the same time, he thought secretly, Brother, I hope you don't hurt the Boss; otherwise, don't blame me for discarding familial affection.

######################################################## The Next Day:

Early that morning, Yang Yi and his group had returned to campus. There were less than two months left in this semester, meaning Yang Yi and the others would transfer at the end of their sophomore year's first semester. Where they would transfer to, no smart person needed to guess.

"Hoo, it's really nostalgic. I haven't been to school for months; I really don't know what it's become here!" Fatty Lin exclaimed with a touch of melancholy.

"Bottomless Pit," Ye Xiaohou drawled out those four words listlessly, immediately causing Yang Yi and Fatty Lin to look at him in confusion.

"Did something happen at this school?" Yang Yi asked curiously.

"Nothing major. Since Boss and Second Brother left, the Shangguan family has been business as usual, and so has the Gongsun family. But only those three suddenly changed," Ye Xiaohou stated.

"Changed?" Yang Yi's brow furrowed upon hearing this, sensing that those three were likely up to no good.

"Are you talking about the Tang family, the Ximen family, and the Nangong family?" Fatty Lin asked.

Ye Xiaohou looked at Fatty Lin with disdain and said, "Isn't that obvious? Only those three openly offended the Boss and have a history of grievances. The Shangguan and Gongsun families haven't even surfaced yet."

"Damn it, so what did those three actually do?"

"It seems I don't need to say for things to be clear. My return to Shanghai this time, I suspect the situation has escalated severely," Yang Yi suddenly said, his gaze sharp as he stared at the students coming and going.

"What's wrong, Brother Yi?" Fatty Lin remained confused. Seeing that Yang Yi had no intention of answering, he followed the direction of Yang Yi's gaze into the school grounds.

Indeed, from the moment they arrived at the gate of Fudan University, the atmosphere, including the students inside, had shifted instantly.

"Damn, why are these guys acting like this? Do we have a feud with them? Just looking at their faces makes me annoyed," Fatty Lin cursed under his breath.

"We don't have a feud with them, but their leader does. And likely, it's a feud born from the Boss stealing someone they cared for," Ye Xiaohou said coolly.

"Ugh, Third Brother, are you ever going to finish? If you have something to say, spit it all out at once, damn it, you're confusing me," Fatty Lin rolled his eyes at Ye Xiaohou.

"Fine, I'll tell you then." Ye Xiaohou paused, then continued, "After you guys left, centered around Nangong San, the forces from the Ximen and Tang families extensively consolidated control over this school's influence. Within just a few months, everyone here, except for a small minority, has become subordinates of those three."

As Ye Xiaohou described, it was indeed true. But they didn't just consolidate Fudan's complex power structure for Nangong San and the other two; they were also secretly cultivating these students, transforming the place from a prestigious university focused on professional culture into something akin to a school for breeding 'assassins.'

"Don't be fooled by how mild-mannered these people look; when it comes to fighting, some of them are even more formidable than hired killers."

Hearing Ye Xiaohou's words, Fatty Lin's face was etched with shock. He roared, "No way, damn it, have all these people become the pawns of the Nangong, Ximen, and Tang families?"

"Yeah, and there's more. Those three have now been formally appointed as family patriarchs, meaning they are no longer just heirs but the actual heads. You can imagine what implications that carries," Ye Xiaohou explained.

"Damn it!" Fatty Lin muttered, glanced at Yang Yi, and called out, "Brother Yi!"

"Heh, very interesting. It seems life before leaving this university is about to get very interesting," Yang Yi chuckled and strode inside.

In less than a minute, the group was back in the classroom. Just as they settled down, a faintly fragrant scent reached Yang Yi's nose, accompanied by a pair of soft, tender hands and breasts that were aggressively enticing, pressing against his back. A voice that seemed to steal the soul called out, "Brother Yi, why are you only back now?"

"Uh, Dongfang Mei'er!" Yang Yi immediately felt his mind wander. After all, the girl was breathing warm air directly into his ear, and those breasts constantly pressing against his back were enough to make one lose their sanity—a seductive little devil. He inwardly muttered, My goodness.