Watching Qin Feng’s unhurried gesture of pouring wine, Yang Yi's brow furrowed, and he asked with a hint of coldness in his voice, "You still haven't told me what 'maternal grandson' means. And who is Yang Xuan?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng chuckled and said, "Didn't I already tell you? You will know about this sooner or later, and I believe it will be very soon. It's inconvenient for me to disclose too much to you right now."

"Then what is your purpose in asking me here tonight?" Yang Yi knew he had no desire to elaborate, so he didn't press the issue. Though puzzled, those matters were not his top priority at the moment; the banquet tonight was paramount, and there was still plenty of time left before it ended.

"I asked you here because I actually want you to give something up," Qin Feng said after taking a sip of wine.

"Give something up?" Yang Yi's lips curled up. He picked up his wine glass, first smelling, then observing, then swirling it, and finally tasting it. After tasting, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised; this unique red wine certainly had character.

Seeing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste? Is it suitable?"

"Passable. It would be better if it were richer, because I prefer something denser, much like blood!" Yang Yi chuckled ominously.

"Haha, you rascal!" How could Qin Feng not hear the barb in Yang Yi's words? He was clearly trying to force him to reveal something.

"Go on, what is this thing you want me to discard?"

"This sort of thing, I'm afraid, won't be easy for you to give up. Or perhaps, it’s something no one in the world can discard!"

"What thing?" Yang Yi inquired.

Qin Feng paused in thought, looking at Yang Yi, and stated, "Power and influence!"

"Power and influence?"

"Yes, power and influence! I want you to abandon the Black God Gang, abandon all the forces that belong to you. You should..." Qin Feng didn't finish before seeing the murderous look on Yang Yi's face, and the extremely strange glint in his deep eyes. "From your expression, I can see that asking you to give up these things is likely impossible."

"Since you clearly know it's impossible, why ask me?" Yang Yi sneered, taking a sip of the red wine.

"In this world, there are always some people who will attempt things they know are impossible. And I am one of those people; in the end, you have to try to know," Qin Feng smiled mockingly, as if laughing at himself.

The tension grew subtly, a subtlety that felt deeply unsettling. Qin Feng gazed at Yang Yi's impassive expression, amazed internally. After a pause, he said, "What are your thoughts on Ye Han?"

Yang Yi glanced at Qin Feng and asked, "I don't know what you're trying to ask!"

"Heh, stop playing dumb, kid. I believe you've learned a thing or two from that fellow at the Ye family. And without me saying more, you should already know that within Huaxia, there exists a rather ancient lineage clan. After experiencing many trials, this clan has split into what remains today: the Heavenly Ghost and Heavenly Dragon branches."

"Thump!" Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a coldness touched the corner of his mouth; he remained silent.

"Ye Han has now become the Sect Master of the Heavenly Ghost branch, and also the master of three of the four major sects in present-day Huaxia. Furthermore, it's rumored he controls three of the world's four major assassin guilds. The forces under his command are no less significant than yours, Yang Yi. Tell me, when you compare his ambition to yours, where do they stand?" Qin Feng stated with profound implication.

"There's no basis for comparison. Human desire is vast; who is stronger or weaker just depends on the person."

"No. If your ambition, Yang Yi, is merely to rule the world's underworld, then Ye Han's ambition is to become the King of the world!" Although Qin Feng said this lightly, his expression revealed how seriously he viewed the matter, especially anything that posed a threat to the nation.

Yang Yi froze for a moment, feeling a touch of dread in his heart. Although what Qin Feng said was generally close to his own speculation, hearing it from Qin Feng’s mouth made everything seem to taste different in that instant.

"I finally understand why you want me to relinquish power. Are you afraid I'll act against the country? Or are you afraid that one day, out of sheer displeasure, I'll just eliminate the head of state and become the king of a nation?" Yang Yi stared at him coldly. From Qin Feng's words, the conclusion he derived was that the country had decided to oppose him.

"Heh, if that's how you choose to interpret it, I can't help that!"

"Hmph, don't try to fob me off with your usual platitudes; that garbage doesn't work on me. You'd better state your ultimate objective clearly. This young master is running out of patience."

Whether it was due to the volume of Yang Yi's voice or the chilling aura emanating from him, the members of the Dragon Group rushed in from the doorway. "Protect the Chief!"

"Hmm?" Yang Yi frowned.

Qin Feng, on the side, suddenly widened his eyes and roared, "Get out immediately!"

"Pfft!" Long San, who was leading the group, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at Yang Yi in disbelief.

"Yang Yi, just give me this one favor, let him go." Qin Feng was inwardly horrified, thinking, This kid has already reached such a realm? Old Yang, what kind of monster have you nurtured?

The Grandmaster Domain—especially after Yang Yi's inexplicable breakthrough to the Fifth Level Grandmaster Domain recently—made him a god within this domain. In fact, Yang Yi had already released his Grandmaster Domain since entering this room, only no one had noticed.

"Hmph, stop flaunting your so-called Dragon Group authority in front of me. In my eyes, you are nothing but freshly baked rookies." Yang Yi arrogantly withdrew a sliver of his aura.

Instantly, Long San's body collapsed, but he didn't die immediately; his internal organs were destroyed by some kind of inner force. Long Yi and Long Er hastily carried Long San out. Qin Feng closed his eyes and shook his head, saying, "No one enters without my order."

"Chief!" Long Yi still looked back at Yang Yi, who was calmly drinking wine, with a trace of worry.

"Get out!" Qin Feng roared with fury.

"Yes!!"

As they reached the doorway, the carried Long San muttered to himself, "Be careful, that person is a devil, a devil!"

"What exactly did that guy Long San encounter?" Long Er muttered under his breath.

The Xuanmen, originating from the arts of divination and numbers, possessed extensive knowledge of the Five Elements techniques. One of these was called 'Illusion Technique.'

Although the Illusion Technique relied on the practitioner's mental power to invade the enemy, when combined with Yang Yi’s unique Grandmaster Domain, it caused Long San to see his mother, his father, and another version of himself, each stabbing him fiercely in the chest with a sword. It must be said that Long San was quite unlucky, as this was Yang Yi's first time using this specific Illusion Technique.

"Sorry, my subordinate is unruly!" Although Qin Feng still didn't know exactly what Yang Yi had used, the near-chaos in his own innate ability index made it clear that Long San had suffered a massive attack.

"You should get to the main point. If you don't speak now, I beg your pardon, but I will take my leave!" Yang Yi said, preparing to walk away, but Qin Feng called him back.

Qin Feng shook his head. "What I actually wanted to tell you is about Ye Han's ambition and conspiracy!"

"Ambition and conspiracy?" Yang Yi frowned.

"Yes. As for ambition, I believe what I said earlier was correct. He truly intends to become the King of this world. But before he can achieve this, he must eliminate you. Because you are not only his sworn enemy, but the forces you command are comparable to those he controls!" Qin Feng closed his eyes; every time he thought about these matters, he felt exhausted, yet no matter how tired he was, he wanted to prevent these events from happening.

"Since we are sworn enemies, can't I just destroy him?"

"That's true, and I believe you have the ability to do so. However, if you destroy him, your next enemy will be the country, and furthermore, the major nations of the world."

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Yi asked.

"It’s very simple; this is Ye Han's conspiracy!" Qin Feng gave a bitter smile. "As a sworn enemy, I believe you wouldn't easily take his life. And even if you did, I believe you would become a pawn in his scheme!"

"A pawn?"

"Yes, a pawn. Once Ye Han dies, the Black God Gang will be the only major force left in the world. At that point, you will naturally become the enemy of every nation on earth. Then, facing a united assault, even if your Black God Gang is strong, could you withstand the bombardment from the world's major nations? Especially when the target is locked onto you, Yang Yi, alone?" Qin Feng explained.

These words sent a tremor, an absolute tremor, through Yang Yi. He dared not underestimate them because this was a problem he had always considered: opposing the world's nations was simply a path to certain death. The greater your power and influence, the more jealousy and apprehension you would attract, and similarly, the number of people wanting to kill Yang Yi would be endless.

There are too many helplessness in this world, and the struggle for power and influence is endless. As the saying goes, 'One step forward is hell, and one step back is also hell.' Can anyone who carves out a path in the criminal underworld ever find paradise?

"Think about it carefully; you don't need to answer me right away."

Hearing Qin Feng’s words, Yang Yi sneered, "You think too highly of me? To assume I've already figured something out?"

"Old Yang himself is a monster, and since you are his grandson, naturally you won't be far behind!" Qin Feng said with a meaningful smile.

"Boss, is that really what he said?" Xu Ming asked with a heavy expression.

"Yes, so be careful. Anyone who can slip away secretly should do so now," Fatty Lin remarked. "That Ye Han is too insidious. Brother Yi can't be certain what will happen tonight!"

"Okay, I understand." Xu Ming responded, quickly whispering a few words to his father before heading in another direction.