One month has passed since the Vatican's stall, and everything seems to be calm. No one had any loss. Through some secret channels, Si Gang finally succeeded in returning the Holy Armor that had been damaged in many places back to the Vatican. The Dark Council sealed the holy sword they got with a blood curse, threw it into a long-abandoned mine, and then sealed hundreds of tons of concrete. The heads of Scotland Yard were reprimanded and probably deducted a month's bonus, but it was fine.

The only one who was a bit depressed was probably the arms dealer who was approached by Officer Carl, because he once delivered Yi Chen a small batch of low-quality arms, and Yi Chen unceremoniously sold him. After going out, the guy ran away the next day after the Calden Gate and ran away on the beach near Vesuvius. It seemed that there was no hope of returning to England in this life.

Still sitting in his general manager's office on the twenty-third floor, watching the rare sunshine illuminate the entire city of London, Yi Chen sang loudly: "Hallelujah... Praise God, dear, you finally made London this lifeless city" There is a little bit of brilliance."

Fei Li sat on the sofa in the corner, and answered the wrong question: "Boss, this Swiss tourbillon watch is so exquisite. It is limited to nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine in the world." Her big watery eyes looked past affectionately. .

Yi Chen was in a good mood and waved his big hand: "Okay, baby, tell Phil to order a few dollars, let's have one in hand... Of course, my dear Feili baby wants two, hehe..." Sure enough, Feili His complexion was very good, Yi Chen really didn't know what she wanted so many watches for, and now she has put more than 30 famous watches in the jewelry box.

Phil suddenly knocked on the door and came in, and said strangely: "Boss, the old fellow Wiggins asked someone to send you an invitation, inviting you to attend the opening ceremony of his new venue. What do you mean by that"

Yi Chen was a little surprised and asked: "He opened a horse farm in his new field, this old guy, it is of course not enough money, no one will have too much money... Okay, okay, get ready. Good horse feed, let’s give him some face and go to this celebration."

Phil nodded and walked out. Ten minutes later, he came in again, looking at Yi Chen with a strange expression.

Yi Chen snapped his fingers and handed the jade pendant between the fingers of his right hand to his left hand. Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, he smiled and said, "Mr. Phil, I know you are the best housekeeper. It’s not wrong. Uh huh, is there any new news? Did I guess wrong, the old guy who was full of horses didn’t open the racecourse this time?"

Phil said in a weird voice: "No, boss, the underground gossip says that Wiggins has crossed the line. The last time he brought you to see you, it was a few of the Japanese who are said to be the biggest gang in Asia right now. High-level...They opened a large Japanese restaurant in the West End of London, which is actually a casino, a high-end casino with a membership fee of 10 million U.S. dollars... That was Grant's site, and Grant himself paid for it. There are two secret casinos there."

Yi Chen frowned, raised the teacup in front of him gently, took a sip of the green tea, and muttered to himself: "Where is Japan? By the way, Japan seems to be in China. On the side, when I was in the mountains, I occasionally heard of them. Our old men and two others had conflicts with them... Strange, Japan came to London to open a casino and also asked Wiggins. God damn cooperating, what a mess this is all about. Although Wiggins also gambles, he is indulging in an underground jam. For this kind of casino business, Grant should be sought."

Phil shook his head without comment.

Yi Chen is very, very strange: "These Japanese people are so lacking. They are carrying the investment to find the wrong church, which means carrying a pig's head to find the wrong temple door... Wiggins, Wiggins, old ghost, See how Grant settled accounts with you... Phil, prepare a gift, and we will go to their celebration. Well, just a few of us will go over and taste what Japanese cuisine is like." Phil took the order. .

Feili raised her head, blinked her eyes, and asked curiously: "Is Japanese cuisine delicious? I don't want to waste time on junk food."

Yi Chen thought for a while and said, "It should be okay, but the West District is full of rich bosses. They open restaurants there. If the food is too bad, I'm afraid they will close within three days. But... they opened it. It’s a casino. I’m afraid this food is not too important. I’m really afraid that it will be junk food.”

Three days later, at 10:00 in the morning, the sun was still shining. Phil drove the long white Rolls Royce and ran over. Kane did not follow. After all, China Town is Yichen's base camp, and there must always be a capable subordinate to guard it. Chekov, who had been in a villa in the suburbs, also put aside his great business, that is to say, the so-called work of putting a few red lights on European network traffic, and ran over like flying.

Yi Chen looked at Chekov sitting in the car seat like a slug, and asked him: "When did you become interested in gambling, don't you want to gamble for a penny? This time the casino opens." what."

Chekov's eyes glowed, and a certain part of his lower body was not elegantly propped up, and he shouted: "Boss, don't you know what Japanese cuisine, the most famous is the female body Sheng...he Damn, use a beautiful virgin body as a container for food. God, I praise you, it's so beautiful, so beautiful..." There was a filthy smile on his face, and Feili almost looked at it. He was to be punched out of the carriage with a punch.

Yi Chen was a little dazed, and it took a long time to hiss: "Fuck, what kind of weird thing is this... I don't want to eat such a ghost, fuck, who knows if this woman has skin disease, hell , Even if there is no skin disease, in case you sweat..." Yi Chen frowned a little disgustingly, and his impression of him suddenly changed a bit. Using a woman to cook a bowl of rice made him a little bit too perverted.

Along the way, no one spoke any more, only Feili buried her head in Yi Chen’s arms to avoid seeing Chekov with a head of sewage becoming more and more unsightly. If Feili and Yi Chen were not present, Maybe he didn't bother to care about the feelings of Gore and Jester, and directly touched the pleasure with his hands.

A quiet tree-lined road in the West End of London, which is only five or six meters wide. On the left side of the road, there is a row of low white brick walls with black rain eaves. You can see the lush forest in the yard, which has a quiet and suitable atmosphere.

Yi Chen looked at the yard through the car window, shook his head and said, "The old ghost Wiggins, as well as the Japanese, have to pay for it. It is not easy to build such a yard in the West End... Phil, the current land price. , This is the most expensive one."

Phil, who was driving, nodded without speaking, and under the guidance of several Wiggins' subordinates, he drove into the courtyard through the six-bay black-lacquered gate.

Yi Chen said hehe repeatedly: "Well, these look like wooden people, that's that... What is that called, the subordinate of the Yamaguchi Group, his mother died yesterday, and today is more or less a festive day, fucking? Show someone a zombie face"

Chekov was the first to get out of the car. Hearing Yi Chen’s complaint, he turned around and explained with a grin: "Boss, you really don’t care about the customs of the world at all. Japan is the most classy society. Japanese men are similar to robots... However, Japanese chicks are... Hey, fuck, boss, I will ask for leave next year and go to Japan. Remember, I heard that there are no virgins in Japan over the age of twelve. Now, that’s paradise.”

Yi Chen rolled his eyes and got out of the car a little embarrassed, because the few Japanese who came to greet them had just approached, and they looked a little ugly when they heard Chekov's words. . . However, looking at their expressions, Yi Chen felt a little bit that Chekov didn't seem to be talking nonsense this time.

The 30-year-old Japanese team member in front and the four subordinates behind him bowed to Yi Chen, who was a ninety degree, and said respectfully in a weird accent: "May I ask this gentleman who is our team leader and prestige? Mr. Kings is in the hall, please come in, please come in...Any special requirements can be submitted, and we will definitely meet your requirements."

The corners of Jester's mouth were madly upturned and upturned, and finally, after Yi Chen's eyes were forcefully restrained, he resisted the frantic laugh that was about to be emitted. Chekov looked at this group member fascinatedly, as if he was regarded as a stunning beauty, but after Yi Chen gave him a cold gaze, Chekov closed his mouth reluctantly.

After introducing himself a little bit, a group of people followed the five Japanese people and walked towards the two-story traditional Japanese-style mansion in the center of the courtyard. Yi Chen looked at the scenery on the left and right, and said with a little surprise: "Yours Boss, oh, it’s the team leader, but it’s really generous. How long have you prepared for this courtyard?" Yi Chen was a bit dissatisfied with the efficiency of his subordinates. Looking at the scale of the courtyard, it would take at least a year to take care of it. The subordinates were silent at all. However, considering that most of the current subordinates are little rascals on the ground, there are indeed no outstanding people who can wander freely in the West End. Yi Chen still forgives this incident reluctantly in his heart.

The Japanese who took the lead said in their usual respectful tone: "Yes, we spent a year and a half preparing this venue. You see, the hall in the middle is used for large-scale banquets. The small tea pavilion in the nearby woods is just for Dear guests, prepared for a small gathering."

Yi Chen dealt with a few words carelessly, everyone had already arrived in front of the mansion.

At the door, four chicks in regular kimonos, who almost made Chekov's mouth, knelt on the floor, waiting for a group of people to put on clogs. Yi Chen's face was a little gloomy, because inside Chekov's luxurious crocodile leather boots, there was a pair of bare feet with a little dirt and no socks. Yi Chen decided a little annoyed: "Damn, after rushing back, I have to take care of the clothes of the people below... But, fucking, among so many people, Chekov is a bastard, socks. Don’t wear a pair."

Wiggins was sitting in the center of the room with a small white porcelain wine glass, talking to a forty-year-old Asian man with a vigorous face. Seeing Yi Chen bringing someone in, Wiggins hurriedly said something to the person, and then the two stood up to greet him. Yi Chen’s ears are sharp. Although Wiggins was talking in a low voice ten meters away, he heard him clearly. He heard Wiggins say: "Mr. Yamaguchi, this guy is China Yi, which is what you want to attract. ."

Yi Chen sneered inwardly: "If you recruit me honestly, let me cooperate with you. I want to recruit me something the fuck." But on the surface, he greeted me with a spring breeze, facing Wei. Kings laughed and said, "Wiggins, you old guy, how come you suddenly found such a group of good friends and opened such a place after having not seen you for so few days"

Wiggins smiled, hugged Yi Chen, and said loudly: "China Yi, this is your fault. The last time I met you with Mr. Yamaguchi, you suddenly fell ill... Don't tell me you are here. Make an excuse..."

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Why would it be so beneficial to cooperate with you? Why would I deliberately miss you, this is." Yi Chen lightly pushed away the conversation and stretched out his hand to the mountain pass.

Yamaguchi held Yi Chen's hand with a smile, and said to Yi Chen with an unusually arrogant but proud smile: "I am Kazuo Yamaguchi, the second leader of the Yamaguchi team. You are Mr. Yimo Wiggins of China has introduced me a lot about you, and we still have some things that we would like to cooperate with Mr. Yi. I hope you can stay and talk with us later."

Yi Chen smiled and nodded softly. But Yi Chen cursed in his heart: "Damn, I didn't like the man and the gun in Lao Tzu's hands. You are afraid that Grant will do it with you. I think Lao Tzu will come out to stand up against it, it's not your mother. The biggest gang in Asia right now, yourself. Why don’t you send someone over to guard the court? Yes, Scotland Yard will not give you personal face, but how can we say that we have to give people who have British citizenship a little face, right?"

Wiggins smiled and said to Yi Chen: "Please use some wine and food, the fish fillets here are very, very good... The celebration starts on time at 12:00 noon." Seeing Yamaguchi walked away to take care of things. Wiggins lowered his voice and said, "Mysterious and weird Orientals, they have to say that the sun is the hottest at noon, when their gods are most powerful, and they have to open the business at that time... Oh my God, such a big sun. , It will be very hot."

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "I'm also a weird Oriental, but I don't have so many problems. Old Wiggins, don't you be afraid of Grant... Look, the other bosses are all It's here, but where is Grant you are robbing him of business." Yi Chen greeted the two London bosses who were entering the door with a hand that was playing with Yu Pei, and the two men smiled and returned a gift. Going to tease the maids who give wine and food to the lust.

Wiggins looked a bit ugly. After a while, he said, "Well... China Easy, I hope you can understand that last time I went to find you, we were all ready and wanted you to become a shareholder. Yes. You know, Grant’s men are very unreasonable. I just want to redistribute the benefits. The other bosses have no objections, but he just wants..."

Yi Chen interrupted him and said bluntly: "Oh Wiggins, I am afraid you also understand that as long as you don't interfere with the other bosses' business, who would object to it, but Grant is different. His main source of money is in the casino. , He won’t give up his profits willingly... You want me to be a shareholder, doesn’t it mean that you are fancying the man and the gun in my hand?"

Wiggins also said simply: "Then, China Easy, how many shares do you want if you can deal with Grant, everything is easy to say."

The lion Yi Chen yelled, "Then, the dividend of 40. If you give me a profit of 40 in the future gambling, I will kill Grant for you. I'm easy to talk, give me the money, and I can do it for you. Kill the enemy. You know my way of doing things, don't you"

Wiggins froze for a moment: "40 kidding, China Easy, I only have 20 profit."

Yi Chen laughed, gently tossed the jade pendant in his left hand, then caught it with two fingers, and put it into his inner bag, looking at Wiggins with a weird smile: "That said, I said myself. That is to say, you just need to open up some joints for them, and you don’t have much benefit, so why bother."

Wiggins stopped talking. His benefit is more than this. If Japan can monopolize the gambling industry near London, even his horse betting will soar up, so he will cooperate with Japan desperately. Don't hesitate to clash with Grant. With these inside stories, how could he tell Yi Chen that his roots in London are too shallow and he must have a strong helper to help them open up the situation. The cruel Yi Chen became their best choice, and Wiggins was naive In my opinion, Yi Chen is also from Asia and will be closer to the Yamaguchi Formation anyway.

Yi Chen hummed coldly and said, "I take a step back and tell that Yamaguchi Kazuo, the 30 dividend, either give me or forget it. Anyway, Grant and I have a very good relationship. I even won a small win in his casino. A few of them, I can't do such a rip-off thing."

Yi Chen summoned his subordinates, hugged Feili and sat in front of the notes in the corner of the hall, slowly tasting Japanese sake and fish sashimi. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wiggins with a bitter expression on his face. In front of Yamaguchi who was ordering something in Japanese.

Not only Yi Chen, except that Chekov didn't have this ability, several other people were listening attentively to the conversation between Wiggins and Yamaguchi. Wiggins honestly told Yi Chen's request to Yamaguchi. On one side of his face, Yamaguchi glanced at Yi Chen's direction quickly, and muttered: "Damn it, Chinaman, damn... him... The asking price is too high. I can’t call the shots. It’s up to the boss to decide..."

After a while, Yamaguchi said coldly to Wiggins: "Where does he want 30? You have 20 of the dividends. Although we took 80, after the ups and downs, there is only about 50 left... "Yamaguchi took a long breath, glanced at Yi Chen again, and asked Wiggins in a low voice, "Are all his subordinates reliable, can he replace him with his subordinates?"

Yi Chen laughed inwardly: "Fuck, I want to provoke us to rebel in the nest." He smirked and looked at Feili, Phil, Gore and Jester. The faces of the four changed, and they even looked in their eyes. Revealing the meaning of absolute impossibility, Feili's murderous eyes also glanced at Yamaguchi. If it hadn't been for Yi Chen to hold her waist, she would have punched her out.

Wiggins smiled bitterly: “I’m afraid it’s difficult. I don’t know where China Yi finds these people. It seems that they are the most united group in London. It’s really difficult. China Yi itself is something that people can’t see through. Guy..." Wiggins lowered his voice: "What you just said is best not to casually tell people. He is very cruel. He killed three bosses with similar status to us in one night. I don't want you today. At night, he was beaten into a rag doll with a submachine gun."

Yamaguchi also frowned, nodded, and pulled Wiggins out.

Yi Chen laughed. It seemed that he had a good reputation in the city of London. He asked casually, "What does China mean by Chinese people?"

Chekov, who was wrapping a large ball of wasabi in sashimi and putting it in his mouth, opened his eyes wide and vaguely said, "Boss, he said you fucking that guy, damn Japanese radish. In the language, the Chinese mean, um, um, anyway, it's a very indecent kind... Fuck, damn Japanese carrot, when it was called the Russian War..." A series of wonderful Russian greetings surged Came out.

Yi Chen frowned. He didn't know what China meant. When he was on the mountain, the old ghosts were just urging his fellow students to cultivate their surnames every day, but they didn't tell him what China is and what Japan is, of course. Will not give them a history lesson eagerly. Although Yi Chen was a bit annoyed by the crater and scolded himself, but think about it, just put them together later, if there is such a trouble, he scolded himself, then he will be unlucky for a year, and he will earn it back.

In this way, a group of people sitting in the hall did nothing serious to do, just drinking, nonsense. Chekov wanted to find someone to make some special requests, but Jester, who felt very embarrassed, stabbed him with a finger, and Chekov, who was numb, had to sit in a daze.

At noon, Yi Chen felt the endless heat of the real fire of the sun in the sky, and the power of the stars in the four directions was diluted to the lowest point, and Yi Chen stopped the uneconomical Zhenyuan operation. Several London bosses exchanged each other. Saying hello, he took his subordinates and walked out with a few Japanese himself, preparing to participate in the formal celebration.

A group of people smiled and walked towards the gate of the yard. Just when they were less than a hundred meters away from the gate, they didn’t know whether it was a bomb or a rocket fired. The gate exploded, and a fireball shot into the sky. The black gunpowder was filled, and among the fireworks, more than a dozen Japanese men and a few Wiggins's men screamed and flew upside down, occasionally some limbs and other things fell from the sky.

The reporters outside the gate also screamed and ran around. Although they were not injured by the power of the explosion, the loud noise and firelight had already made them frightened. What makes Yi Chen strange is that several tabloid reporters are still taking photos desperately. On the contrary, those reporters with big media logos on their microphones dropped all their equipment and fled in all directions.

Most of the people around Yi Chen squatted on the ground subconsciously, and there was a loud noise. The people who came to the celebration basically took a shot and looked around nervously. Chekov simply lay on the ground and screamed: "Boss, bomb, bomb, fuck, fuck, I do..."

Yi Chen took a step back slightly and stood beside Chekov. Phil, Gore, and Jester were also distributed around Chekov. Precautions and subsequent attacks killed the kid, while Feili was He took out a small refined pistol, slowly walked around and checked, and then made all safe gestures.

A large number of gunmen rushed out from all directions of the courtyard, and the furious Yamaguchi and Wiggins jumped and scolded: "Grant, I can't spare you..." There was cold sweat on both of their foreheads. If it weren't for showing off, they had to After the guests arrive, I will come out to preside over the opening ceremony. I'm afraid I would have killed myself long ago.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "This is lively... Um, 30 dividends, will you give it? Hehe, Grant is really impatient, but it has created a chance for me..."

The police sirens sounded and a large number of police cars arrived. By the time they arrived, Yi Chen and the obtrusive figures had already left the scene, and the invited VIPs and celebrities had also left early. It was up to Yamaguchi to see how they dealt with the police. To put it bluntly, you are a real business place, and when someone is full and has nothing to do, it will blow you up.

Chekov laughed wildly in the car going back: "Fuck, Uncle Bin Laden can't look down on their place. If you want to bomb it, you will also bomb Downing Street... However, Grant don't do it too hard. Those Japanese girls are really good. It's so beautiful..." A certain part of his body started to jack up the tent again, Feili snorted, and lay down in Yi Chen's arms again. . .