A somewhat familiar voice startled Feng Shi from her deep contemplation. She looked up only to find herself inexplicably standing inside a bakery.

"Two coffee-milk teas! Make them wormwood flavor, please," Yang Yi's voice sounded deliberately altered, which only served to confuse Feng Shi further.

"! One moment, please!"

"Young Master!"

"Mmm, have a seat first. I'll explain everything to you slowly!" Yang Yi glanced intentionally and unintentionally at the little girl named Lilith.

"Young Master, who is she??"

Normally, a conventional woman would find Yang Yi's casual glances extremely irritating, as such a look directed at other women implied infidelity and a philandering nature. Whether Feng Shi was a conventional woman was a secret known only to her and Yang Yi; outsiders could never tell. Unless... well, let's exclude that unless. Because at this moment, Feng Shi was staring at Yang Yi with a grave expression, as if she had already considered something—after all, the relevant documents had passed through her hands.

"Mmm, she is who I discovered when I asked Xiaoyao Wuqing to investigate Six Carat," Yang Yi murmured quietly.

"Young Master, are you planning to involve yourself in the affairs of the British Royal Family..."

"No, not involvement. Just a slight bit of utilization."

"Utilization?" Feng Shi's delicate brows twitched upon hearing this. Since she started following Yang Yi, she felt that anyone Yang Yi utilized never met a good end. She quickly asked, "Young Master, are you planning to use that little girl?"

"Heh heh!" Yang Yi glanced towards the bakery door and said, "If I'm not mistaken, someone will be here shortly. You'll know who I intend to use then. But before that, I need Yanran to do something for me!"

"Do something?" Just as Feng Shi finished speaking, her face suddenly flushed crimson. Looking at Yang Yi's suggestive gesture, her heart inexplicably pounded fiercely.

"Alright, my dear. Don't let your mind wander there now. If you want to think dirty thoughts, it's more effective later tonight!"

"Young Master!" Feng Shi shot him a coquettish glare and leaned in closer. Whatever Yang Yi whispered made her expression undergo a one-hundred-and-thirty-degree transformation; she suddenly nodded with extreme seriousness and declared, "I'll go right now!"

"Mmm!" Yang Yi nodded, smiling faintly as he glanced toward a specific spot.

"Young Master, they're over there!"

"Rido, are you sure?" Ace Karen stood on a main street in Chinatown, asking Rido, the stout middle-aged man sitting beside him.

"Yes, the Godfather has always kept Rido under surveillance!"

"Is that so?" Ace Karen paused for a moment, then said, "Make your move. Bring the target to me."

"Yes!" Rido got out of the car and waved his hand toward the back, immediately summoning five or six burly men in dark suits wearing sunglasses. Their attire seemed designed to announce to the world that they were... the Mafia.

"They're here? Things are getting more interesting. Time is pressing, compelling me to do this!" Yang Yi said, taking a sip of his coffee-milk tea.

Smash! The rude opening of the door instantly startled the patrons inside the bakery who were enjoying their bread and milk tea. Five or six large men rushed in, quickly scattering the nearby customers.

"Oh, my God. What on earth are you doing?" the middle-aged woman asked, looking utterly astonished.

"Where is Miss Lilith?" Rido stepped out from among the six men in black, pointing at the middle-aged woman. "I advise you to cooperate!"

Bang! A gunshot suddenly rang out, causing immediate panic, while the middle-aged woman stood frozen, sweat beading on her forehead. However, from the guarded look flickering in her eyes, Yang Yi could tell that all her previous expressions had been feigned.

"Mmm, that's about enough," Yang Yi clapped his hands together and stood up, muttering.

"I'll ask one more time, where is Princess Merian Lilith?" Rido stared coldly at the middle-aged woman.

"How crude. I never expected such types to appear in a country like Britain, which always prides itself on nobility, taste, and aristocracy," Yang Yi said, a smile playing on his lips as he walked toward the five or six men in black.

"You... what did you say?" Rido turned sharply toward Yang Yi upon hearing this, then stopped abruptly. "You're Chinese?"

"Uh-huh? Must I spell out for you how severe the consequences are for disturbing my coffee-milk tea enjoyment!" Yang Yi's smile held a nightmarish quality. In a flash, with fierce steps, he was in front of Rido, and before they could react, he delivered a punch.

Thud.

"Oh, God! Young Master, look!" The driver sitting in the car shouted to Ace Karen, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back, awaiting news!

"What?" Ace Karen's expression of shock lasted only a moment, proving he was quite composed, "He really has appeared in Britain."

"Young Master, do we still need to..."

"No need. According to the files, none of you are his match." Ace Karen's expression was grave. Suddenly, sensing something unusual, he opened the car door and stepped out, telling the driver, "Wait for me here!"

"Hey, Young Master! Young Master!" the driver called out a few times.

Clap, clap. Clap, clap! Yang Yi clapped his hands, looking darkly amused at Rido, whose face was now swollen beyond recognition, saying, "Do you know the consequences of interfering with this Young Master's coffee-milk tea now?"

"You... you know who we are???"

"Are you asking if I know who you are? Aren't you just the Mafia?"

Hearing Yang Yi's arrogant tone, Rido, boiling with suppressed anger, glared at him with wide eyes. If looks could kill, Yang Yi would have been reduced to pieces long ago.

"Who exactly are you?" Rido tried hard to speak clearly, but the swelling pain in his mouth distorted his words.

"The new generation Godfather of the Chinese Underworld, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang!"

"Hmm?" Before Yang Yi could respond, Ace Karen's voice drifted in from the doorway. Yang Yi laughed, "An interesting person has arrived."

"Dragon Lord, I offer my apologies on behalf of my subordinates who lacked insight!" Ace Karen placed one hand over his chest and bowed deeply, displaying aristocratic etiquette with considerable grace.

Seeing this, Yang Yi released Rido, whose neck he had been holding down, and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the young master of the Mafia, Ace Karen!"

"Precisely!" Ace Karen wasn't surprised that Yang Yi knew his name; rather, a sliver of caution arose in his heart.

There were usually two possibilities for their meeting here: one was premeditated, the other, coincidental. This meant that in Ace Karen's mind, he was absolutely certain that Yang Yi had deliberately appeared here, and his objective was the same as his own: the fallen princess exiled for some reason!

"Young Master!" Just as the atmosphere between the two parties became tense, Feng Shi's voice called out.

"Yanran!" Yang Yi looked toward Feng Shi and saw her walking alongside the little girl named Lilith. A meaningful smile suddenly curled his lips.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged woman who had been standing by suddenly cried out, "Lilith, run! These people are here to grab you."

"Rian!" Lilith called out, glancing at Feng Shi beside her, and said, "I will be fine."

"It seems, Dragon Lord, we must have a serious talk," Ace Karen noticed that Yang Yi seemed to know Lilith and immediately realized something significant.

"Indeed, a serious talk seems necessary!" Yang Yi grinned sinisterly, making no attempt to hide the look. This was precisely the effect he desired. He walked up to Lilith and, ignoring his status as the Godfather of the Chinese Underworld, executed a courtly bow, causing Lilith to stare, dumbfounded.

"Respected Princess, a pleasure to meet you for the first time. My name is Yang Yi!"

Pfft! Lilith suppressed a smile and returned the gesture with a slight curtsy. "Hello, dear Mr. Yang!"

"Then, shall we go?" Yang Yi suddenly nodded at her with a very serious expression.

Lilith, however, was completely stunned. Feng Shi whispered softly to her, "Princess, let's go. Since my Young Master is speaking to you so earnestly, it means he is serious."

"Mmm, I believe you," Lilith replied with a bright, innocent smile. A girl barely sixteen years old, she appeared easily trusting, but one must never be fooled by that appearance.

Though nobody knew what Yang Yi had said to Feng Shi about Lilith, it was clear enough: for a sixteen-year-old girl to possess such courage, it suggested she had sufficient desire—and that was what Yang Yi needed.

"Lord Rhys, it seems we were one step too late!"

"Ace Karen?" Rhys mumbled to himself, looking forward from inside his car.

"Ace Karen, the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, and Her Highness Princess Merian—what a full assembly!" Roth observed the group emerging from the bakery, his eyes hiding unknown conspiracies.