The stone in Long Wu's heart seemed to instantly lift upon hearing Yang Yi's words. Even if they couldn't persuade Yang Yi to act against the three major Nanggong families, managing to deter interference in other matters would still be a considerable achievement, at least in the minds of Long Wu and Long Er. However, Feng Wu felt differently; if Long Wu hadn't stopped her, who knew what trouble the young woman might have stirred up.

"Xiao Jiu, show our guests out!" Yang Yi said, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he waved his hand.

"Yes, Brother Dragon Lord!" Feng Jiu smiled faintly and addressed Long Wu and the others. "Please!"

"Then we shall take our leave," Long Wu said, bowing his fist toward Yang Yi’s retreating figure. He then turned to Feng Wu. "Let's go!"

"Fifth Brother!" Feng Wu called out, knitting her delicate brows.

"Let's go!" Long Er shot her a glare and walked away.

After Long Wu and his group departed, Feng Jiu came to stand behind Yang Yi and chirped happily, "Brother Dragon Lord, shall I summon Xiaoyao Wuqing?"

"Mm-hmm?" Yang Yi turned back toward Feng Jiu with a look of slight surprise. "Go ahead, summon Xiaoyao Wuqing. Tell them to investigate everything thoroughly but to take no action; just compile a detailed report for me."

"Understood!" Feng Jiu replied, then walked toward the door with a radiant smile.

"This little girl has grown up. Ah, time waits for no one. Before long, she will also be almost twenty-one," Yang Yi murmured, watching Feng Jiu's receding figure. In that fleeting moment, countless memories seemed to surface.

For instance, he had made his debut at eighteen and had been active in the underworld for nearly three years. Now, the Black God Gang had become the number one gang in Huaxia, and expansion into the Northern territories was only a matter of time. The challenge of the Eight Great Families was also approaching, but this time, it seemed likely to involve forces from the British Royal Family. Therefore, Yang Yi harbored a constant question: would he possess the strength to decisively eliminate the forces connected to the British Royal Family and achieve unification?

"Sigh, dealing with Britain truly won't be easy. Even if the initial target is the Mafia, the knights serving the British Royal Family are no joke!" Yang Yi sighed softly. He had long since been eyeing the forces directly affiliated with the British monarchy.

It must be said that Yang Yi’s considerations truly spanned far beyond the ordinary. The matter of the Eight Great Families hadn't even fully commenced, yet he was already contemplating the situation in Britain; his ambition clearly surpassed all immediate concerns. However, there was one factor he couldn't ignore.

Having heard various accounts of Ye Han, the heir to the Ye family, Yang Yi felt compelled to accelerate the growth of his own power. If he could settle both the Eight Great Families and the British Royal Family now, he would have far more capital and superior strength before venturing into the Northern underworld.

"It seems this is what must be done," Yang Yi declared, seemingly making a sudden resolution. He pulled out his phone, punched in a few numbers, and commanded, "Book me a flight to the UK. For tomorrow evening."

"Yes, Young Master!" Feng Shi's voice responded from the receiver.

"I'll leave the matters concerning Nanggong, Ximen, and the Tang family to Fatty and Fourth Brother." Yang Yi extinguished his cigarette butt. This single smoke seemed to last him a century until it finally went out, much like how all subsequent critical decisions seemed to have shifted the moment he made this choice.

"Young Master, are you truly planning to move against the Northern underworld?" Tian San, with a sword strapped to his back and a stern expression, inquired of the youth before him.

"Do you have an objection?" The youth stretched his lips into a perfect arc, his eyes glittering with sharp light as he fixed his gaze on Tian San.

Hearing this, Tian San instantly shuddered and immediately bowed. "Your subordinate dares not!"

"Hehe!" The youth covered his mouth with a soft laugh, waved his hand dismissively, and turned away. "Truthfully, I don't possess even a shred of interest in the underworld. I only care about that one opponent. Regular check-ins are just being well-behaved, aren't they?"

"..." Tian San remained silent, only staring at the youth’s receding back. For some unknown reason, a trace of an uncanny glint appeared in his eyes. Perhaps he could decipher the hidden meaning in the youth’s words, or perhaps he could foresee what might unfold next.

"Right, after you last encountered him, what is his current strength level?" The youth suddenly appeared intensely interested in someone's power, turning to ask.

"He should have broken through to the Minor Grandmaster realm by now!"

"Minor Grandmaster?" The youth pondered. "Hmm, respectable strength. It seems things are becoming more interesting."

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The next day, inside a towering skyscraper, a place ordinary citizens could never enter. In one of the offices within this building, a middle-aged man was deep in thought, appearing deeply displeased as if his expectations for certain matters had fallen short.

"Chief, that is the situation. He has agreed not to react to anything regarding the Six Carat Virus."

"So, based on what you're saying, he is set on taking action against the three major families: Nanggong, Ximen, and Tang?" Qin Feng, the Vice Chairman of Huaxia and an old acquaintance of Elder Yang, frowned, his imposing presence radiating authority. Long Wu, standing before him, felt an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Within the Huaxia Dragon Group, perhaps within the entire official structure of Huaxia, everyone knew that Vice Chairman Qin Feng was a master of wind-elemental supernatural abilities. Few in Huaxia could possibly match him, making Long Wu seem like a mere child in his presence.

"Yes, Chief!" Long Wu replied, keeping his head bowed low.

"Good, I understand. You may go handle your affairs. Remember to manage things properly," Qin Feng said, waving his hand and turning away.

"Yes, Chief!" Long Wu left, his heart filled with confusion. He had expected Qin Feng to erupt in anger, but the reaction was quite the opposite. He could only obey and exit.

Once Long Wu’s departure was confirmed, an expression of dejection settled on Qin Feng’s face, as if he hadn't held much hope for this outcome to begin with. He muttered softly, "This young man. Alas, it seems he truly wishes to sever all ties with me. Heh, Old Yang, your grandson is remarkable; he can make me feel this way."

"Brother Yi!"

"Boss!"

"Mmm?" Yang Yi appeared at the airport heading for Britain. Hearing the calls from Lin Fatty and Ye Xiaohou, he turned back in confusion. "What is it?"

"You're really planning to leave the handling of Nanggong Three's affairs to us two?" Lin Fatty still couldn't quite process it, perplexed by Yang Yi's arrangement from the day before.

"What, you lack confidence in yourselves?" Yang Yi found it slightly amusing.

"That's not it, it’s just that..."

"Alright. This time, I'm traveling to Britain secretly, without letting a single piece of news leak out. Therefore, you two must make a spectacular showing. Don't let my careful planning go to waste," Yang Yi said with a smile, adjusting his black hat.

"Boss, you need to be careful this time. I only have one question for you!" Ye Xiaohou’s grave expression indicated that his question was of utmost importance.

"Ask," Yang Yi permitted.

"If something were to happen while we are dealing with the Nanggong Three families..." Ye Xiaohou didn't finish the sentence, knowing Yang Yi would grasp the implication.

"Heh, you're referring to that matter," Yang Yi chuckled lightly, turning to walk toward the aircraft cabin. "Three words will suffice. I dislike leaving behind loose ends!"

"Three words?" Lin Fatty looked bewilderedly at the retreating figures of Yang Yi and Feng Shi, then turned to Ye Xiaohou. "What three words?"

"Second Brother, let's go. It's time to return and prepare," Ye Xiaohou stated, his face grim.

"Damn it, you still haven't told me what those three words were!" Lin Fatty chased after Ye Xiaohou, demanding anxiously.

Just as Ye Xiaohou was about to step out of the airport exit, he glanced back at Yang Yi's now-vanished figure and stated in a deep voice, "Kill Without Mercy!"

There was a saying once uttered by a military general: seek not the intensity of the battle, nor care if life remains tomorrow; at this moment, desire nothing more than to slaughter until the sky darkens, to prove the might of my million strong army. Yang Yi clearly held a similar sentiment now.

And this trip to Britain was known to almost no one. Whether it was Li Qian, Xia Shiyun, or even Xuan Yuanbing and the others, they all believed Yang Yi was currently managing affairs at the Black God Gang headquarters.

"Creating opportunity in secrecy, and opportunity breeds transformation; perhaps this is how a person should live," Yang Yi murmured to himself, seated by the window, gazing at the scenery passing by.

Feng Shi, accompanying him, couldn't help but purse her lips into a soft smile. "Young Master, are you contemplating the capriciousness of the world again?" she whispered softly.

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi returned a faint smile, saying nothing further, though his expression held a hint of mischief. He casually drew Feng Shi close by her waist, brought his nose near her ear, took a deep breath, and sighed, "It’s been too long since I smelled such a lovely scent."

"Young Master!" Feng Shi’s face flushed crimson. Watching the flight attendants moving back and forth glance their way, she felt an urge to bury her head into her chest.

"Why be shy? Remember, this time it's just the two of us out here. Think of it as a secret holiday. Aren't you happy?" Yang Yi continued to tease Feng Shi, demonstrating the incredible thickness of his own skin, given that many passengers on the plane were already looking their way.

As the saying goes: when a person becomes utterly shameless, they become invincible. But Yang Yi didn't believe that. Being shameless was not enough; having a thick skin was the crucial element.