"Damn it, what else could be wrong? As long as he’s not causing trouble for you, then there’s no issue," Yang Yi shot him a look of annoyance, though he spared a meaningful glance toward the adjutant's retreating figure.

"We should just wait here for a bit. A new instructor will be here soon. Second Brother, you really went too far with that fight," Ye Xiaohou commented.

"Hell, the guy explicitly said he wanted me dead. Am I supposed to just stand there and let him kill me? I’m not that much of an idiot," Fatty Lin scoffed.

"Uh, did he actually say he wanted you dead?"

"Fourth Brother, I’ll slap you. Are you helping him or me right now?"

"Uh, I’m helping neither of you. Haha."

"Hmph!" Fatty Lin gave Ye Xiaohou the middle finger and said, "You unloyal bastard."

"Alright, you two, stop clowning around," Yang Yi said, glancing at them both irritably, and then returned to his own position.

It was clear from Yang Yi’s expression that his mind was grappling with some serious issue, so Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a nod and moved back to where they belonged.

"General, the student who assaulted the instructor is named Fatty Lin."

"Fatty Lin?" Upon hearing the name, the young General's face broke into a smile, as if everything had unfolded exactly as he had predicted. However, thinking of the instructor, his brow suddenly furrowed. "How exactly did this incident start? Tell me everything clearly."

"Yes, sir." The adjutant relayed the general outline of the incident to the young General, though all he could do was repeat what Yang Yi had previously stated.

"Hmm. And where is that instructor now?"

"He has been temporarily detained by us."

"Sigh. This military training at Fudan University is entirely under our supervision; not a single mistake can be made. Find a secluded spot and execute him."

The adjutant visibly froze for a moment upon hearing this, then promptly responded, "Yes, sir."

"Go on!" The young General waved his hand, a strange, almost mesmerizing glint flashing in his eyes for some unknown reason. After the adjutant departed, he spoke, "You two, come out now."

"Tsk tsk, Boss," two figures suddenly materialized from the air. They were dressed in casual attire, looking exactly like tourists. It was impossible to fathom how they had suddenly appeared out of thin air, much less why they were dressed that way.

"How is the intelligence gathering progressing?" the young General inquired.

"It has been confirmed: this matter is indeed related to the British Royal Family."

"The evidence?"

"It is in our possession."

Hearing this, the young General smiled faintly and said, "It seems those people won't be able to escape this time."

"But, Boss, even if we capture them, we’ll be powerless. After all, they are British Royalty. The British Consulate will—" The two figures who had appeared were actually two young men, both with skin darkened by frequent exposure to the sun—the kind who had often been 'kissed' by the sun.

"Don't worry about that. Our mission is only to collect evidence. Once the evidence is handed over to higher-ups, someone will naturally handle it," the young General mused. He then asked, "This involves the Eight Great Families and is too far-reaching; you must prioritize your safety."

"Understood." The two youths nodded to each other. One asked, "Boss, when will you let us meet the Old Boss?"

"Heh heh, he is at this very school, but the time isn't right yet. We'll talk after everything settles down," the young General smiled slightly. Suddenly, his expression turned stern. "Remember to collect more evidence, especially concerning those three families. If they have connections with our people above, it’s the right time to initiate a necessary purge."

"Don't worry, Boss, leave it to us two."

"Good!" the young General acknowledged. He then walked to the window, gazing out at the students below who were continuously receiving formal instruction in military drills, a slight, involuntary smile curling his lips.

The afternoon passed quickly. Today’s lecture session for military training was officially concluded. Tomorrow would be the actual selection phase, and the day after marked the true beginning of the drills.

"Brother Nangong, Hared wants to meet us tonight. What do you think..." Ximen Ling asked Nangong San.

However, upon hearing this, Nangong San's expression noticeably darkened. "Didn't I tell you? We should avoid meeting them recently to prevent suspicion."

"Uh, but I already arranged for him to wait for us tonight. Should I cancel?" Ximen Ling asked.

"No." Tang Shen interjected at this moment. "Don't cancel. Hared asking to meet us at this time probably means something important. I think it's better if we go see him."

"Yes, Brother Tang is right. Let's do this: the three of us will go meet him tonight," Nangong San stated gravely.

"Good!"

"Brother Ximen, how prepared are those elite assassins?" Nangong San inquired.

"They are ready. The dosage of the drug has been increased by 0.5% more than before; their strength now exceeds the Grandmaster level."

"Oh? Have they been tested?"

"Yes. Our family's Grandmaster experts tested them. Although there are still some flaws, their strength has genuinely reached the preliminary Grandmaster level."

Tang Shen exclaimed happily upon hearing Ximen Ling’s report: "Excellent! This gives us a better chance. If we can cultivate a large batch of preliminary Grandmaster experts, even the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang won't be able to touch us."

"Don't get complacent yet. We must first finalize the ultimate drug. Once it’s ready for mass production, then forget the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang; I won't even spare a thought for the Four Great Sects that follow him," Nangong San's grim expression instantly brightened.

The other two nodded in unison, both wearing sinister smiles. It was clear they were orchestrating a monumental, hidden conspiracy.

"Boss, don't you really think that adjutant was acting weird?" Ye Xiaohou asked Yang Yi after they got into the car.

Yang Yi smiled knowingly. He said, "Everything happening right now is so bizarre; it's not surprising that there are strange people involved. The crucial thing is that we are currently too passive, and I despise this feeling."

Hearing this, Fatty Lin was immediately taken aback and quickly asked, "Brother Yi, what are you planning to do?"

"Nangong San and the others are definitely plotting something. This military training came too suddenly, giving off an uneasy feeling overall. Moreover, that adjutant was indeed as you suspected—very strange," Yang Yi said with a grave expression.

"So now we absolutely must figure out the entire situation?"

"Second Brother, don't you think that question sounds ridiculously obvious? It's already a given that—"

Before Ye Xiaohou could finish, and before Fatty Lin could retort, Yang Yi spoke, "Yanran, West Suburb Huangpu."

"Yes, sir." Feng Shi responded immediately.

"Uh, Boss, where are we going?"

"You will know when we get there," Yang Yi said with a smile, noticing the confusion on Ye Xiaohou and Fatty Lin’s faces.

Soon, the car was moving with unusual speed. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at West Suburb Huangpu, pulling up to a small villa. After stepping out of the car, except for Yang Yi and Feng Shi, Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou were utterly bewildered.

However, in the next moment, they seemed to grasp something, because as soon as they reached the doorway, six figures appeared simultaneously and called out in unison, "Greetings, Dragon Lord."

"Rise, no need for such formality," Yang Yi waved his hand.

"Yes, sir." The six figures were undoubtedly the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Since the incident with the bullet explosion, the Six Paths of Reincarnation had been resting, but Yang Yi had been secretly recalling them to Shanghai. They had been assigned to this location, a secret known only to Yang Yi, Feng Shi, and perhaps Han Zhong and Long Yi—no one else.

"How is the progress?" Yang Yi walked into the main hall, sat on the sofa, and asked the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Hearing Yang Yi’s question, Tian Cong took out a file and handed it over. "Dragon Lord, this matter is deeply entangled. The Nangong, Ximen, and Tang families—the three major families—have reached a consensus with this matter. Furthermore, these three families are secretly connected to the Mafia to some extent."

"Oh? It seems things are exactly as I suspected." Yang Yi heard this, didn't even look at the file, and asked directly, "What drug are those people relying on to boost their strength?"

"It’s a virus called Six Carat."

"A virus?"

"Yes. This virus was developed by the British Royal Family. It is said that this virus can erode the central nerves, muscle nerves, and brain nerves of ordinary martial artists, and it’s a drug that can fully excavate latent potential," Tian Cong explained.

"Is this drug really that powerful?" Yang Yi’s lips curled. Considering the lessons of the past, was the British Royal Family repeating the path taken by Japan’s Miyamoto Taro—relying on drugs to enhance their power?

'No, it can't be that simple.' This warning kept sounding in Yang Yi's mind. Thinking deeper, why would the British Royal Family give this drug to the Nangong and the other two families? The purpose was obvious: exploitation and experimentation.

"I thought Nangong San and the others might have shown some improvement, but in the end, they are still being used by others. Hmph..." Yang Yi let out a cold laugh, his gaze chilling. "It seems the British Royal Family truly intends to make me their enemy, daring to bully me while I am currently unable to focus on them?"

"Brother Yi, this... what exactly is going on?" Fatty Lin was completely confused by Yang Yi. Not only had the Six Paths of Reincarnation suddenly appeared here, but so many complicated matters had also surfaced. This was utterly baffling not just to Fatty Lin, but to Ye Xiaohou as well.