The proceedings here in Huaxia might be considered concluded. However, over in London, England, it felt as if everything was only just beginning.

After an afternoon of discussion, Si Maoke and Xu Ling seemed to have finalized the invasion plan. Yet, Xu Ling posed a question at that moment: "Well, the arrangements are set. But did the Dragon Lord specify that we must strike tonight?"

"No, the Dragon Lord only restricted us to eliminating the Mafia within three days!" Si Maoke looked at Xu Ling with a hint of confusion.

"It seems we still cannot fully grasp the Dragon Lord's intentions. What sort of game is he playing?"

Just as Xu Ling finished speaking, Si Maoke's phone rang. He nodded intermittently, occasionally offering affirmations. After hanging up, he stated with a touch of bewilderment, "A call from the Dragon Lord. He says we are not to make a move tonight."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Xu Ling’s face mirrored the same expression of doubt.

"It’s time to do what needs to be done." After ending the call, Yang Yi turned to Feng Shi and said, "I'm taking you somewhere else. Are you willing to follow me to the very end?"

That sentence hung in the air as if it were the most crucial declaration of a lifetime. At this, Feng Shi’s cheeks flushed, and she replied, "I am willing!"

In the common perception, one would assume that the headquarters of a criminal organization would either be established in a bar or some kind of commercial base; to find the leader, one would simply cause trouble on their turf and then leave. But the headquarters of this Mafia was precisely not that.

This was London's most recently flourishing and affluent street, lined with luxurious villas, making the area resemble an ordinary garden resort. Despite this, the foot traffic was substantial. Witnessing this scene inevitably brought to mind the saying: 'The most dangerous place is the safest place.'

This was not only because the Mafia’s primary stronghold in Britain was located here, but also because the highest headquarters of the British Royal Family—the enduring adversary of Yang Yi—happened to be situated here as well. No one could have guessed, nor could anyone have conceived, that on the main avenue between these villas, separated only by a narrow river, the Mafia headquarters and the British Royal Family headquarters faced each other directly.

"Young Master, where is this?" As the sky slowly darkened, casting the classically European-styled architecture into silhouette, Feng Shi looked at Yang Yi with deep confusion.

"This is London's Chinatown!"

"Chinatown?"

"Yes. I'm taking you somewhere interesting!" A sinister smile curled Yang Yi's lips, as if the fellow was about to orchestrate something truly shocking.

Simultaneously, inside a high-level villa belonging to the British Royal Family. This was the assembly point in Britain for the highest echelon of the Roman Royal Family.

"Oh, esteemed Lord Roth, welcome to London!" A middle-aged man addressed Roth, who served as the strategist for the supreme leader of the British Roman Royal Family. (Here, I must offer a brief explanation: in the lore I’ve designed, to avoid direct conflict, I have deliberately scrambled the locations. I hope readers won't draw direct parallels, lest it incite unnecessary arguments. Strength!)

"Esteemed Lord Reese, there is no need for such formality. I come upon the King's command," Roth replied with a faint smile, shaking the man’s hand.

"Lord Roth, may I ask the purpose of the King dispatching you here?" the middle-aged man, Reese, inquired.

"It seems the mastermind behind our greatest enemy has arrived here. Have you not sensed it, Lord Reese?" Roth said after settling onto the sofa.

Reese’s expression darkened. He had never taken a liking to Roth, perceiving him as someone who would stop at nothing, leaning heavily on the authority of his King. While there had been no direct friction between them personally, Roth had clashed fiercely with Reese’s circle of friends previously. However, the fact that Roth had traveled from Rome specifically for this matter suggested it was no simple affair.

"Lord Roth, are you referring to the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang?"

"Precisely," Roth replied with a smile that remained utterly guileless, yet who could truly know his inner thoughts? Seeing Reese frown, he chuckled, "Lord Reese, there is no need to be so tense. Please, take a seat, and let us discuss this at our leisure."

"Very well," Reese conceded with a nod.

Meanwhile, on another side of the city. Inside a villa on a specific street in London's Chinatown, Ace Karen watched his father maintain that frustratingly lukewarm, neither annoyed nor pleased, expression, prompting his confusion: "Father, the 'Six Carat' incident has stirred up a storm between the British Royal Family and the Huaxia authorities lately, yet I sense you remain utterly unmoved?"

"Karen, tell me, why did we form an alliance with the British Royal Family?" Ace Linde asked, gently swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip.

"How could I forget? Father, aren't we doing this to expand the Mafia's power, to ensure the Mafia is completely free from the Royal Family's constraints, so we allied with..."

"N. N. N." Before Ace Karen could finish, his father shook his head, uttering three sharp ‘N’s.

"Uh... Father?"

"Karen, don't simplify things so much. Have you forgotten how that old dog John managed to ascend as the King of the British Royal Family?"

Ace Karen felt utterly bewildered. He genuinely didn't know the original reasons his father had allied with King John. Had he not asked today, Karen would have continued to believe his father's decision was entirely without fault.

"Father, I don't understand."

Ace Linde's eyes sharpened, and he smiled faintly. "My Italian Mafia is a world-class syndicate with countless members. We have prosperity spread across Britain and Italy. But after I partnered with the British Royal Family, rumors circulated everywhere, claiming the Mafia had become mere lapdogs for the British Crown. When I heard these things, do you know why I didn't seem outwardly concerned?"

"Father, please just tell me directly." Ace Karen suspected that the summons today from his father was not for a trivial matter.

"I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"If my calculations are correct, the person who has been lurking in Chinatown for a long time should be surfacing soon. I want you to bring her back to me before the Black God Gang's Dragon Lord finds her," Ace Linde said, narrowing his eyes.

"Her?" Ace Karen became even more confused, asking, "Father, I truly don't understand what you're talking about. Her? Who is 'she'?"

"Do you know the name of the most legitimate bloodline of the British Royal Family?"

"Osri..."

"You are mistaken, Karen!" Ace Linde stood up, setting down his wine glass and approaching his son. He clapped him on the shoulder and stated, "The legitimate bloodline of the British Royal Family has only one name: Merian...."

"Merian?" The word, which he had vaguely encountered in books before, sent a jolt through him. "Father, could it be, could it possibly be?"

"Heh heh, worthy of being my son. You connect the dots so quickly." Ace Linde smiled faintly, then grew stern. "Once you bring her back, the pieces on the board will be set, and the game will commence!"

"Understood. I will make arrangements immediately."

"Good. Li should be waiting for you outside. Go on. But be cautious. I trust that old hag Johanna has long since realized why we chose to establish the Mafia base right here."

"YE!" Ace Karen seemed to finally grasp his father's objective, walking toward the door with a look of dark satisfaction.

"The pieces are set, and the game begins... is that it?" Ace Linde repeated the phrase, a subtle smile playing on his lips, making him appear utterly inscrutable.

At the same time, on the other side, Si Maoke and his men, having been ordered by Yang Yi's phone call to halt their operation for the night, were all wearing expressions of frustration. Perhaps they felt Yang Yi’s maneuver was another piece of inexplicable timing. In truth, seeing through everything would be simple; once one element surfaced, the entire situation would immediately reverse.

It perfectly echoed Ace Linde’s statement: once the pieces are set, the game begins.

Roth, the strategist-level operative of the British Royal Family, had already appeared at the Royal Family's Chinatown branch. And now Ace Linde had dispatched his son to Chinatown to find someone. And Yang Yi and his party, who had spent the entire day seemingly 'strolling' but secretly dissecting the situation, believing it was more than just a simple walk, were now also appearing in Chinatown. The most inexplicable aspect was why Yang Yi had issued the order for the Leisai Family and the Weeping Blood Assassins’ Guild to eliminate the Mafia within three days? He clearly knew this was impossible; after all, gossip held that the Mafia was under the control of the British Royal Family.

"Young Master, why exactly have we come here?" Feng Shi trailed behind Yang Yi, having walked a considerable distance, her level of confusion only deepening.

"Heh heh, today, we're going to play hide-and-seek!" Yang Yi remarked lightly.

"Hide-and-seek?"

"Yes, we are playing hide-and-seek!" Yang Yi said as he looked around, appearing as if he were actively searching for someone.

Hearing this, Feng Shi fell into a deep contemplation, completely failing to notice which direction he was pulling her.

Suddenly, inside a nearby bakery.

"Lilith, Lilith!"

"Coming," replied a blonde girl. Her deep crimson eyes held an infinite allure, and her adorable face was etched with joy. Hearing her nanny call, she responded immediately.

"Lilith, that customer over there needs a milk tea. Could you take it to them for me?" the middle-aged woman said to the blonde, red-eyed girl.

"Certainly, Auntie!"...

Seeing all this, Yang Yi’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he murmured to himself, "That's her."