The five years following the battle at the Forbidden City had passed. Within those five years, the nation of Huaxia had undergone earth-shattering changes. "Chief Executive, please rest for a while!" Huaxia's Chief Executive Wen Long's female secretary stood before his desk, and seeing his continued reluctance to cease working, she called out again, "Chief Executive!!!" "Enough, enough!"

Wen Long waved his hand with palpable impatience. "You may leave!" "No, I am not leaving. If the Chief Executive does not rest, I will not leave." The secretary, surnamed Chen, had served by Wen Long's side for several years now. Having followed him, Secretary Chen realized that while the Chief Executive was always busy, she had never witnessed him as frenetically occupied as he was now. These past years, he rarely slept more than five hours, devoting the rest of his time to work, clearly running on an overloaded, high-voltage current without end. "Xiao Chen, you... you are becoming quite impertinent. How dare you defy the Chief Executive's orders?" Wen Long knitted his brows, still clutching a document, showing no desire to stop working.

Secretary Chen swiftly snatched the document from Wen Long's grasp and proceeded to gather all the papers on the desk, hugging the stack as she walked toward the door. Wen Long watched, utterly dumbfounded, and immediately shouted, "You stop right there!" "Chief Executive, if you wish to review these materials, you must first heed my words and rest a while." "You... you are infuriating me." Wen Long seemed utterly helpless against Secretary Chen, wanting to lose his temper but finding himself unable to unleash it.

It was at that precise moment a hearty laugh echoed from outside the door. "Hahaha, hahaha!" "Old Wen, you truly are utterly subdued by your goddaughter." "Old Qin, you arrive just in time. Look at this, this girl is behaving atrociously. How can she treat the Chief Executive like this!" Wen Long felt a deep sense of resignation. Towards Secretary Chen, she was both his secretary and his goddaughter. Knowing she acted out of concern for him, he found his temper simply wouldn't flare. Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled. "Old Wen, you are something else. Don't blame Xiao Chen; she is only doing what is best for you." "Exactly! Even Grandpa Qin isn't taking your side anymore," Secretary Chen pouted, glancing at Wen Long. "Old Qin, how could you too... sigh!" Wen Long sighed mournfully, realizing he was outnumbered in this battle of words. "Alright, Xiao Chen, you cannot treat Old Wen this way in the future either; he is the Chief Executive, after all. Allow him sufficient rest when appropriate, but when work calls, you must push ahead with utmost speed!" "Yes, Chief Executive!" Secretary Chen clearly understood Qin Feng's meaning. She promptly acknowledged him and walked out.

Qin Feng approached Wen Long and looked at his crestfallen expression, teasing him, "Old Wen, ever since that incident five years ago, you haven't stopped working day and night. I advise you to listen more to Xiao Chen's suggestions and rest often." "Alas, Old Qin, you think I don't want to rest? That scoundrel Yang Yi—ever since he disbanded the Black God Gang, he's been living a carefree life. But he failed to anticipate the continuous turmoil following the gang's dissolution. Moreover, he said that after five years, a successor would emerge, and those troubles stemming from the gang's disbandment would cease to plague me. Yet, five years have passed, and I haven't heard a peep!" Wen Long sighed deeply.

In truth, five years prior, Yang Yi had made an appearance at Zhongnanhai. He had struck a covenant with Wen Long: after the final battle at the Forbidden City, the Black God Gang would completely dissolve, allowing the nation's underworld to revert to its original state, while Yang Yi himself would retire into seclusion. Wen Long had agreed without a second thought upon hearing Yang Yi's proposition.

However, following the Forbidden City battle, the central core members of the Black God Gang vanished alongside Yang Yi. The gang consequently fractured into dust. Strangely, these remnants never resorted to turf wars or killing for dominance. Instead, they continuously evolved the underworld into the commercial empire Yang Yi had envisioned.

New names for various factions quickly emerged: Black God Entertainment Co., Ltd., Black God Film and Television Co., Ltd., Black God Mega Entertainment Bars, Black God... In short, there were countless entities across the nation bearing the name "Black God" on their storefronts. But the name extended even to schools, military designations, beverages, and even women's undergarments—all products of Black God corporations. It could be said that although the Black God Gang trended towards dissolution, in the shadows, these enterprises seemed to commemorate the Black God Gang’s past existence across Huaxia and the world, an existence that persisted even now.

Yet, precisely because everything nationwide, even globally, was now Black God, Black God's entire enterprise expanded both domestically and internationally, rendering vast segments of Huaxia's economy dependent on it. Consequently, Wen Long personally oversaw the management of these affairs and countless minute details, causing him to be so busy over the years that he barely had time to breathe. "Hahaha, there is nothing to be done about it; the die is cast. However, regarding the successor you mentioned for Yang Yi, I suspect it must be Xia Yu, who has recently been gaining quite a reputation." "Xia Yu?" "Indeed. That kid has talent. Has your workload been gradually decreasing lately?" Qin Feng asked with a sly, fox-like smile. "Uh, it seems so..." Wen Long suddenly appeared to grasp something and immediately cursed, "You—Qin Feng! You actually conspired with that rascal Yang Yi against me?" "Hahaha, I wouldn't dare. So, do you have time now to accompany me for some tea and a game of chess?" Qin Feng grinned mischievously. "I shall accompany you to the end!" "Hahaha! Hahaha!" The two men exchanged a look, seeming to understand something unspoken, and both burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, on an isolated island. This location was an oceanic island situated in the central region of Huaxia. The island had been chosen by someone skilled in the art of celestial and terrestrial coordinates, as it allowed for the simultaneous observation of all four seasons across its expanse, regardless of the actual time of year. East—representing Spring! South—representing Summer! West—representing Autumn! North—representing Winter! Undoubtedly, this island was special, exceptionally so. This unique island had been entirely purchased by Yang Yi, as if he intended to build his home there. Massive construction efforts were underway to build residences. He had also established conduits linking the shores to the lineages of Tian Gui and Tian Long. Furthermore, to the island's east lay City A in Jiangsu province, China. These three connections ensured exceptionally smooth transit to the island. However, these features were visible from the island, yet invisible from the outside. Undeniably, this required Xiu'er's mastery of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams array to conceal the island, making it appear uninhabited from a distance. But upon setting foot there, one would question if paradise truly existed in this world.

"Hey, you scoundrel, can you hurry up?" A stunningly dressed woman stood with her hands on her hips, glaring irritably at the man ahead. "Coming, coming." A young man, smiling broadly, walked towards her, holding the hands of two small boys and girls, both barely five years old. Just then, the little girl holding the young man's left hand pouted and asked, "Daddy, Daddy, why does Mommy call you a scoundrel?" "Yeah, yeah! Daddy, Mommy said scoundrels are very smelly, not good people!" The little boy holding the young man's right hand chimed in. The young man froze upon hearing this. Behind him, four beautiful women followed, secretly covering their mouths to stifle their laughter. The young man’s lips curved slightly, and he said softly, "You two are still young; you will understand when you grow up." "Ah!" The two children both pouted. The young man found this exasperating but smiled, saying, "Why don't you go ask your mother!" Hearing their father's suggestion, the two children immediately let go and ran to their mother, asking, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy says we should ask you, what is a scoundrel?"

Just as the two women were about to speak, two figures approached, calling out, "Brother Yi, you're already here?" "Heh, Fatty Lin, looks like you're quite blessed!" Undoubtedly, the newcomer was Lin Fatty, and beside him was Qin Huihui, his perennial rival. No need for further speculation: the young man was Yang Yi, now twenty-seven years old. Following him were Xiu'er, Xuanyuan Bing, Li Qian, Feng Shi (Yanran), and the slightly swollen-bellied Xia Shiyun! The two children were Yang Yi and Li Qian's daughter, Yang Xiaoyi, and Yang Yi and Xiu'er's son, Yang Yihan! (Yang Yi named his son this because he considered Ye Han a respectable opponent, taking one character from his own name and one from Ye Han's name to form Yihan, full name Yang Yihan!) "Hahaha, Brother Yi, don't tease me. My old hag of a wife...!" "Lin Fatty, what did you say? Huh?" Qin Huihui's delicate hand was already near Lin Fatty's ear, her smile malicious as she asked. "Ah, I didn't... I didn't say anything!" "Boss!" "Boss!"

Suddenly, three more figures appeared. Li Qian exclaimed upon seeing that one of them was Liu Qingqing, "Qingqing!" "Qianqian!" "Little chap, Third Brother, you finally achieved your happily-ever-after?" Yang Yi said with a knowing smile as he watched Xu Ming look somewhat embarrassed. Then he turned to Ye Xiaohou, looking slightly puzzled, "Hey, Fourth Brother, you're still single, aren't you?" "Uh, Boss, you're amazing. How did you know? Um, could you introduce a beauty to your little brother?" Ye Xiaohou asked with an expression of deep yearning. "Damn it, didn't I see you successfully woo Leng Yue last time? What happened now?" Yang Yi was confused. "Alas, Boss, don't even mention it. Fourth Brother here is too shameless. He already has a beauty at home, yet he still goes out to spend the night with other women. Just look at him...!" Xu Ming said with an expression of deep disappointment. Ye Xiaohou glared angrily at Xu Ming and retorted, "Third Brother, damn your ancestors, you always ruin my chances!" Yang Yi couldn't recall how many times he had shaken his head that day. He said, "Fourth Brother, you truly are something. Look at us four brothers; every one of us is married, and only you remain unmarried. Don't you feel utterly disgraced?" "This, Boss, I didn't intend to. Actually, that time was a misunderstanding. I was drinking at a bar because I argued with Leng Yue. After getting drunk, a kind lady offered to take me home, but Leng Yue happened to see it. Now I don't know what to do!" "Tch, just explain it properly, then?" "I wanted to, but... seeing the look of disdain on Leng Yue's face, I get angry and can't vent it anywhere!"

Alas, temper truly causes trouble. Yang Yi patted his shoulder and suddenly chuckled cryptically, "There are plenty of beautiful flowers in the world, so why cling stubbornly to one bloom? To give up the whole forest for one woman—how unworthy! Look at me: these years, I've just been shopping, flirting, drinking tea, sleeping—how utterly carefree and happy I am!!!" "Pah!" The other three collectively expressed their disdain. "Hey, Yang Yi, is that how you teach your brothers?" Suddenly, Leng Yue’s voice carried over. She shot Yang Yi a fierce glare. The latter returned a smile as a concession and whispered to Ye Xiaohou, "Fourth Brother, that's all I can do to help you. Now is a perfect opportunity to explain; seize it!" "Boss!" Ye Xiaohou was visibly moved. "Ah, Fatty, Third Brother, I remember we were supposed to go check out the pleasure houses later...!" Yang Yi draped his arms over Lin Fatty and Xu Ming’s shoulders as he walked forward. After a short distance, the three of them stole glances backward, and seeing Ye Xiaohou earnestly trying to placate Leng Yue, their smiles grew wider.

"Great-Grandpa, Auntie!" "Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Lianxue, Uncle, Aunt!" The two little ones, Xiaoyi and Yihan, turned towards a crowd standing not far away—Yang Xuan, Yang Yitian, Yang Rong, and many others were present. After calling out their greetings, the two children didn't forget to hold out their hands and shout together, "Happy New Year! Give us red envelopes!" "Whoa!" The entire group nearly stumbled. Then, everyone broke into hearty laughter.