"That's right, I am indeed his long-lost sister." Yang Rong lightly closed her beautiful eyes, raised her hand slightly, and suddenly a figure appeared. Uncle Long, a middle-aged man, placed a file on the desk!

Yang Rong continued, "You can look at this verification report!"

Hearing this, the group quickly flipped through the report. Suddenly, expressions appeared on their faces that were hard to define—overwhelmingly complex, so complex that they bordered on the unbelievable.

"Now do I have the qualification to talk to you? And just how much do you know about Yang Yi?" Yang Rong's face held a trace of deep pain as she looked at the suddenly bewildered group and meticulously recounted everything. Lin Fatty and the others listened, utterly stunned.

Since they had started following Yang Yi, they had never known his background was so complicated and so steeped in suffering. Perhaps this was the nature of things: when one sees another’s external glory, they miss the hidden agony behind it.

"Since you already know Yi Ge is your brother, why didn't you reveal yourself to him? Instead, you engineered all this..." Lin Fatty questioned.

"Things are not as simple as you imagine. Ye Han and the Heavenly Ghost lineage are no ordinary forces. Moreover, while the deficiencies within Little Yi have been addressed, the external shortcomings remain significant," Yang Rong stated with a grave expression.

"Is it because you want us to become the things that compensate for Yi's external deficiencies? That's why you brought us here, even humiliating us to provoke us, hoping we would step up and do something?" Xuanyuan Bing inquired.

"Precisely. The current situation in Huaxia has escalated beyond imagination. If you possess no strength, you will only become his stumbling block, hindering his progress," Yang Rong struck Lin Fatty and the others without mercy!

"Then what exactly do you want us to do?" Ye Xiaohou, whose mind was a bit sharper, immediately got to the core question.

"Indeed. If you had no tasks for us, you wouldn't have wasted so much breath and effort talking nonsense with us!" Xu Ming was equally certain. The sister of their boss surely had something specific she needed them to accomplish.

"All I want to ask you now is this: are you willing to sacrifice something for Yang Yi?" Yang Rong posed the question.

The few exchanged glances, then declared with firm resolution, "Of course!"

"Good! If that is truly your intent, then you must follow my instructions. Only in this way can you significantly reduce his burden!" A slight smile blossomed on Yang Rong's lips, radiant and breathtakingly beautiful.

At five in the afternoon, Yang Yi, having returned to the Black God Gang's A-City headquarters, sat in his office, gently massaging his temples. He still couldn't fathom the identity of the mastermind behind the abduction of his brothers and women. However, given what the woman on Yang Lou Terrace had said, he felt certain she wouldn't truly harm Lin Fatty and the others.

"Yanran, what's the situation in America?" Yang Yi asked Feng Shi.

"Reporting to Young Master! The location of the Dark Council has been overrun by the Eight Great Blood Clan Princes. As for the Holy See, they have completely broken their cooperative agreement with the Dark Council and offered no support whatsoever!"

"Oh? And the Holy See now?"

"The Holy See is currently under fierce assault by Long Yi. Given the Holy See's strength, completely conquering them will likely require some time."

"That's secondary. Call Long Yi and tell him to be decisive. Keep what should be kept, but there's no harm in snuffing out what shouldn't exist while it's still in the cradle!" Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flickering within.

"Yes!"

Watching Yang Yi’s demeanor, Xia Yu felt utterly tense watching him arrange and execute matters so naturally and decisively. It was her first time observing Yang Yi at work at such close range, following the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang—now a major force in Huaxia—in his own office. To claim she wasn't nervous would be a lie.

"Xia Yu, have you prepared what I asked for?" Yang Yi asked calmly.

"Reporting to Old... Dragon Lord!" Xia Yu hesitated on how to address him, finally settling on Dragon Lord. "Activity in South Africa and Tibet has intensified. Their general objective seems focused on the North, perhaps..."

"Be thorough and precise in your reporting. Not 'perhaps,' but certainty!" Yang Yi stood up, walked over to Xia Yu, and said, "Pay closer attention from now on."

"Yes, Dragon Lord!"

"Since Ye Han's forces are making moves, their objective centers on the North. What about the government sector?"

"Xia Yu hasn't fully grasped that yet; perhaps I should explain, Young Master!" Feng Shi offered to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi glanced at Xia Yu, nodded, and walked over to the sofa, sitting down. Feng Shi also straightened up and spoke, "The government is already aligned with us, and the Three Great Military Regions have pledged allegiance to the state, so we have fifty percent of official matters we don't need to worry about. However, the remaining fifty percent requires cautious handling; we must guard against any sudden reversals."

"That's right. We need to assign people to monitor them!"

"Indeed. But, Young Master, the Three Great Princes still seem hesitant and undecided, as they haven't clearly committed to supporting us or Ye Han yet," Feng Shi also sat down.

"Of course they dare not decide yet. If they make the wrong choice, the Northern underworld will be utterly finished. And if they bet on Ye Han, there won't even be bones left; they must know this. However, I trust that once I arrive in the North, they will quickly make the right decision," Yang Yi clapped his hands. "Alright, that's all for today. You all proceed as instructed. Xia Yu, prepare my vehicle."

"Yes!" Xia Yu replied and walked out. As she reached the door, she muttered to herself, "The Boss seems to have become terrifying!"

"Young Master, where are you going? Shall I accompany you?"

"No need, Yanran, rest assured! I will be fine. Besides, if I don't go tonight, it will be difficult to resolve the confusion in my heart!" Yang Yi said.

Feng Shi heard this and said no more, only nodding. "Then I'll excuse myself to attend to my duties!"

"En," Yang Yi assented.

After Feng Shi left, Murong Lianxue leaned against Yang Yi and whispered, "Yi Gege!"

"Hehe, you can come with me,"

"Okay!"

"By the way, has Murong Liantian sent any word back?"

Murong Lianxue shook her head, her expression heavy. "Not yet!"

"It seems the North is indeed very complicated right now," Yang Yi murmured, shaking his head slightly. Although he had only seen some files on the North, he knew it was home to many sons of officials, developed rapidly, and even housed the nation's paramount leader. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a place where snakes and monsters of every kind converged.

Soon, it was seven in the evening. After eating something, Yang Yi and Murong Lianxue went to keep their appointment. The drive from the A-City headquarters to Dalin in the eastern suburbs took about an hour, but given Yang Yi's driving speed, he certainly wouldn't be late.

"Sister Feng, what's wrong with the Boss? I suddenly feel like he’s become so frightening," Xia Yu said weakly, watching Yang Yi drive away.

"It's nothing. He has simply seen the path that belongs to him, and now he must act according to his own logic. Since you wish to become his disciple, you must see your own path clearly sooner rather than later. Becoming a second version of him in the Black God Gang would be good, but never forget that everything, including the entire Black God Gang, was created by his hands alone," Feng Shi’s understanding grew clearer. She knew Yang Yi had changed, completely changed, but the change wasn't in his essence, but in his spirit. His methods, his goals, everything about him had been elevated. Perhaps this was what defined a true hegemon standing at the pinnacle, a king atop the summit.

"I understand. I will certainly catch up to the Boss, perhaps even surpass him," Xia Yu murmured to herself before turning and walking away.

Feng Shi simply pursed her lips into a slight smile. "Perhaps in this world, no one can surpass him anymore. Young Master, didn't you once say you deeply admired the founding godfather of the Mafia? Perhaps now, he should admire you."

The car drove slowly, and the hour-long journey passed quickly. Yang Yi and his companion arrived not too early, not too late—exactly one minute ahead of schedule.

"Yi Gege, is this the place?" Murong Lianxue asked, looking at the misty, tree-lined grove surrounding them.

Yang Yi nodded, spotting a figure. "She's ahead! Let's get out of the car!"

"Okay!" Murong Lianxue followed Yang Yi until they stood behind a figure.

"You are more punctual than I expected!" Yang Rong said as she turned around, still wearing her mask.

"Is that so?" Yang Yi sneered. "It's better to arrive early than late; arriving early is always good."