Regarding the ultimate objective of the military training, suspicions were manifold. Nangong San and his companions were likely close to the truth, but Yang Yi's suspicion was absolute, though his thinking was more comprehensive, sensing an unseen hand manipulating the entire affair from behind the scenes.

Yang Yi was not one to perpetually brood; what deserved seriousness was treated as such, while what didn't warrant it could be played with. Beneath that facade of a roguish grin, Yang Yi was merely an ordinary person, unremarkable in any significant way save for one thing: he was notably intelligent.

Those who are truly clever rarely make a deliberate show of their acuity; even when perceived as brilliant, they might simply regard it as their own ignorance having reached a further degree of refinement. Being involved in the underworld was far too exhausting.

Life was a constant tightrope walk of schemings and stratagems, every day fought just to see the next sunrise, and often, to ensure that tomorrow would be better than today. To achieve these goals, one had to be utterly ruthless; otherwise, one would simply be dismissed as less than mud in the eyes of others.

“Since the British Royal Family intends to use us to eliminate the Foreign Minister, we certainly shouldn't disappoint them,” Nangong San chuckled strangely. How could Nangong San easily forgive the British Royals for first offering a sweet date and then striking with a heavy blow?

Moreover, this incident implicated far too many people—not just the three of them, but even the central government of Huaxia, making it an undeniably troublesome mess. “How do we proceed?” Ximen Ling felt an inexplicable tremor run through him as he observed Nangong San’s chillingly beautiful smile.

Ever since they became enemies of the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, the three of them on his side had changed. How much, and whether for the better or worse, even they themselves were uncertain.

As the saying went, the bystander sees clearly, but the one involved is lost in confusion. Besides, each had their own objective, and they had to follow their goals, accepting the consequences even if they turned out to be wrong.

This was reality; this was the way of the world, and no one could truly hope to change it... “This matter is easily managed, and furthermore, our people can delay their deployment for a while,” Nangong San stated gravely.

“Go inform our contacts in the official capacity to pay close attention to the military training at Camp A6. That will suffice.” Upon hearing this, Ximen Ling and Tang Shen paused, and in that instant, they seemed to grasp Nangong San’s true intent.

A cold, sinister smile emerged on both their lips. Fatty Lin, who had suffered a double bombardment to the head from Yang Yi and Ye Xiaohou on the sports field, was unusually subdued, following quietly behind Yang Yi.

“Boss, we reach Camp A6 tomorrow. Tonight...” Ye Xiaohou began, hesitating on his question.

“They won't make any moves tonight; the worry lies with the British Royal Family,” Yang Yi frowned. “Indeed.

If those three try anything tonight, it could cause a lot of trouble. But I don’t think they’re foolish enough to act this very evening, do you?” Ye Xiaohou said as he slid into the car.

Yang Yi settled into the passenger seat, tapping his forehead lightly. “This isn't that simple.

We have to watch the movements of Nangong San and the others. I suspect they’ve realized they’ve been used by now and certainly won’t let it go easily.” “Then all we can do now is wait and see.” “En.” Yang Yi murmured, then asked Feng Shi, “Have the other two been picked up?” “Yes, Long Yi went to get them,” Feng Shi replied.

Seeing Yang Yi nod, she immediately drove off. However, just as their car was about to round a bend, a figure stood squarely in the road with arms spread wide, halting their progress.

“Uh, Xuanyuan Bing?” Ye Xiaohou exclaimed involuntarily upon seeing the woman ahead. Yang Yi looked at her with confusion.

They had parted ways at the airport, and he hadn't sought her out for two or three days. Had she come looking for him?

“Why haven’t you come to see me these past few days?” Xuanyuan Bing demanded immediately after walking up to Yang Yi. “Uh, well, that...

the thing is...” Yang Yi found himself at a loss for words, simply running a hand through his hair and smiling sheepishly. Ye Xiaohou, whose face had filled with confusion when he saw Xuanyuan Bing approach, muttered under his breath, “Damn, the boss really is amazing.

When did he manage to bag Xuanyuan Bing too?” Though spoken softly, the words seemed to reach Xuanyuan Bing’s ears. Her icy tone shot out like an ‘attack’ toward Ye Xiaohou.

“Please watch your mouth and don’t speak so crudely.” “Uh, haha. My apologies, my apologies.” Ye Xiaohou didn't seem bothered by Xuanyuan Bing’s frosty expression at all upon hearing her.

“Well, why do you have the time to see me?” Yang Yi shot a look at Ye Xiaohou, though inwardly, he shamelessly mused, Damn, haven't secured her yet. “I have something to tell you.” With that, under the astonished gazes of Ye Xiaohou, Fatty Lin, and even Feng Shi, Xuanyuan Bing opened the car door and settled onto Yang Yi’s lap, pulling the seat lever back just enough for them both to sit, resulting in a rather intimate and awkward posture.

“Drive on.” “Whoa!” Feng Shi, after a moment of surprise at Xuanyuan Bing’s command, didn't dwell on it and immediately started the car. “Damn it, how incredible is the boss?

Damn, this kind of suggestive closeness, this comfortable way of sitting...” Fatty Lin, though somewhat off today, couldn't stand Ye Xiaohou’s lecherous expression and cursed under his breath, “Fourth brother, I curse your ancestors.” “Hey, what the hell?” Ye Xiaohou demanded defensively. “Can you stop making such a filthy face?

Damn it, if you want a woman, go chase one yourself. Wait until Brother Yi sees your expression, he’ll beat the hell out of you.

Xuanyuan Bing and Brother Yi had a... early on...” “Tsk tsk, what happened?” “Uh, nothing.

Haha. I don’t know either.” “Damn, I despise you.” Yang Yi felt speechless.

Xuanyuan Bing was sitting right at the base of his thighs; while her weight wasn't much, the seating arrangement was clearly tempting him toward transgression. Certain parts of him had already risen to full attention the moment she sat down.

And yet, this little devil, Xuanyuan Bing, didn't seem repulsed; she merely grasped Yang Yi's hand, signaling him to behave. The car moved slowly, the destination clear: the highest headquarters of the Black God Ranking.

Since the military training at Camp A6 began tomorrow, Yang Yi wanted to spend this last evening with Li Qian and the others, so he had called them earlier to wait for him at headquarters for dinner. So now, he was not only awkward and tongue-tied because Xuanyuan Bing was seated on his lap but also because of the potential scene if the other two women saw her.

As the saying goes, women’s wars are bloodless, yet often the most dangerous ones. Because in a war with casualties, defeat means death, and death offers finality, right?

Though slightly exaggerated, this required serious consideration, as it involved matters of the heart, which could turn love to hate and transform an angel into a demon. Emotions, while sacred, are simultaneously a vortex of sin.

In this modern society, how many men and women sacrifice everything for love—precious life, sincere hearts, everything. Though it all seems so fragile and foolish, these people rarely regret their sacrifices.

Because the entire world believes that humanity operates on the basis of emotion. “Is that bad guy leaving us again tomorrow for a month?” Li Qian asked, standing in Yang Yi’s office with her hands on her hips, her face clouded with annoyance.

“The Dragon Lord has military training tomorrow, and it’s at Camp A6,” Long Yi’s expression was grim. After all, from the moment the two Dragon Consorts realized the person sent to fetch them wasn’t Yang Yi, their faces had been set in stern disapproval.

“Military training?” Xia Shiyun questioned, puzzled. “Isn’t military training held during the freshman orientation at the start of the fall semester?

Why is it suddenly happening now?” “I’m not sure about that either, and the Dragon Lord is also very keen to find out, as these matters concern us,” Xia Shiyun, while milder in temperament, was sharp enough to immediately identify the crux of the entire issue. “Hmph, that bad guy is always abandoning us.” Li Qian’s inherent demonic nature, after all these years, remained unquenchable; she was still just as fiery and unreasonable.

It was at this moment that the office door swung open. Yang Yi wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

He had endured considerable torment from Xuanyuan Bing just moments ago; that heart-stirring feeling was practically lethal. But when he saw Li Qian and Xia Shiyun inside the office, his expression immediately froze.

From the moment they entered, their gazes were not on Yang Yi, but rather fixed upon the utterly unfamiliar Xuanyuan Bing. Long Yi, on the side, sighed inwardly at the helplessness of the situation, while secretly suppressing a chuckle—moments like seeing Yang Yi’s current expression were rare opportunities.

But the very next second, everyone—including Yang Yi, and even Li Qian and Xia Shiyun—was astonished. Xuanyuan Bing briskly walked toward them, extended both hands, forced a slight smile, and announced, “Hello, I am Yang Yi’s woman!”