Guests from afar

  On the third day after Bai Jiatu's visit, Yi Chen was studying the architectural drawings with Kain and Strutgen. The drawings, which were obtained from the London City Hall, were valuable artifacts in themselves. Kain stroked the slightly rough parchment paper and said curiously: "There is still a church inside the Tower of London?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "Still the oldest small church in the whole of England, hum, to build a church, good for suppressing the ghosts inside?"

  Sternberg was uninterested in these, carefully measuring with a ruler on the blueprint: "A hundred-man guard, huh, about thirty people patrol every night, their defense is very lax, why? Does the British Empire not care about their crown and scepter at all? Ha, conservative and stubborn British."

  Yi Chen carefully looked at the complex clauses on the blueprint, shook his head and said: "If it were just these guards, the police station nearby wouldn't have been mobilized yet, and those good hands would have fallen. The intelligence from Bai Jiade's side is that many excellent mercenaries fell in the Tower of London, but not a single guard was injured inside the Tower of London, why? Gentlemen, who can tell me why?"

  Cain's massive fist slammed heavily on the table: "Boss, never mind, just let the brothers try their skills... They can destroy an airport, so they can also destroy the Tower of London."

  Jester sprang up from the adjacent sofa, muttering to himself: "Dear Cain, having blown up the Tower of London, where are we going to find that Mountain of Light? Holy Mother Mary! And there's still so much treasure left, the boss won't be satisfied with just one Mountain of Light."

  Schtroungen looked at Yicun in surprise: "Boss, they only want one 'Mountain of Light'."

  Kane taught him: "Fool, are you the boss or what? The other party's request is not an order for us to only take one diamond. Since we've worked hard to get in, why not take them all away... Stronheim, if you blow up an arsenal and find a hundred missiles stored next to it, would you blow them up?"

  "Of course," Strüngmann said naturally.

  Kane burst out laughing: "Colonel, if the boss is going to take all the jewels anyway, why leave those things for the British?"

  Strengen closed his eyes: "Wonderful idea, I like it."

  "Philip pushed open the door and announced loudly: 'Boss, Mr. Fattalio is here.'"

  "Ah, ah, my dear, Fattadio has arrived? Alright, alright, go book the best Chinese food, we'll treat our friend well... Phil, get the strongest wine, the strongest, he must have brought good news."

  Yi Chen walked out with Kain, Jester and Struggen to the living room downstairs. Fatale was trembling with both hands, hugging Gor in the hall, swaying his small head and humming Mozart's waltz.

  Yi Chen smiled and walked in, saying loudly: "Dear, what good news have you brought? Hmm?"

  Gor blushed and struggled out of Fattahdio's embrace, holding up his hands in a helpless gesture as he backed away several steps, muttering: "God, how humiliating, dancing with a man."

  Fattalio's hand dipped into his own breast pocket, pulled out a credit card and a checkbook, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, but when he saw Stronach, the smile was suddenly retracted, looking at Stronach with tension: "Who is he? Ah, he is..."

  Yi Chen patted Stron's shoulder, shrugged and said: "Kane's subordinate, Kain's comrade, Kain's brother... Now my subordinate, my warrior, my brother after me, any questions?"

  Fatiao laughed: "Germans? Well, more reliable than the British... This is yours." He handed the gold card to Yidun, and the checkbook was conveniently stuffed into Yidun's outer coat pocket.

  He fiddled with the card, smiling: "How much?"

  Fatadi raised an eyebrow: "According to what was said, you got 23.1 billion... Swiss National Bank, absolutely confidential, using the account created with the information you provided, absolutely safe..."

  Apart from Yichun and Jester, everyone else let out a heavy sigh. Yichun's eyebrows also rose: "Too much, exceeding my expectations... Mr. Ya is too polite."

  "Ah, Yi, we're friends, aren't we? This is what you deserve. If it weren't for you, Boss and I would've been wandering the world a long time ago... Don't be polite."

  Yi Chen and Fattah Dio hugged each other, burst out laughing, Yi Chen smiled and said: "Upstairs please, I'm asking them to prepare the best and most authentic Chinese food that can be found in London. Today, we should celebrate properly." He casually put the card and checkbook into his own pocket.

  Fattalio and several assistants followed closely, Fattalio laughed wildly: "Enjoying life in the arms of British old ladies with their money, isn't it ironic?"

  Yi Chen smiled and tightly grasped Fatah's trembling hand, saying: "Yes, thinking about it, life is too beautiful... Fatah, bring a message to Mr. Ali... I have a little bit of power, I hope to use this power for our friends, yes, that's right."

  Fatadi nodded seriously and said, "Our boss says that everything we have can be used for our friends... If there's a chance, you're welcome to come to Russia... Ah, Siberian girls have skin as white as..." He suddenly shut his mouth, his teeth biting his tongue so hard he almost let out a pained cry.

  Fiona stood at the staircase, with a hint of a smile and said: "Fatadio, welcome to London. Are you ill? Oh... be careful, extremely careful, it's very uncomfortable if you get sick."

  Fatadi closed his mouth tightly and hummed a few times incoherently.

  Phil brought over the big meal that Yichen wanted, Fatah and three trusted assistants, Yichen and a group of confidants, everyone drank heartily, bottles of Chinese white wine were emptied one after another.

  Yi Chen was also a bit excited, under the stimulation of alcohol, his handsome face was slightly flushed, shouting loudly: "Ha, 231 billion US dollars, God, twenty billions, how small a number it sounds... Damn, 20 billion US dollars, twenty... Haha, Fattadio, so interesting."

  Fatah Dog stuck out his tongue, reluctantly adding a sugar vinegar spareribs, nodding repeatedly and saying: "Yes, yes, but who would have thought that in this small credit card, there is actually a huge sum of money that ordinary people can't earn in their lifetime? Two hundred billion US dollars? In Africa, it's enough to overthrow ten countries... With this money, there is endless power, yes, with money, there is power in this world."

  Under Yidun's call, everyone clinked their glasses together again and took a big gulp.

  With a crash, the dining room's large doors were burst open by two of Phil's henchmen, who also fell to the ground themselves.

  Everyone in the hall reacted quickly, Cain and Stronheim as well as Fattadio's three assistants swiftly drew their handguns. Yichen silently watched the door, but his true yuan was circulating restlessly inside him, a thread of cold air emanating from his fingertips, ready to strike at any moment. Jester, Feri, Phil, and Gollum stood in front of Yichen with a whoosh, their eyes fixed intently on the door. Sally slipped into the shadows like a ghost, her two hands probing, a modified large-caliber assault rifle appearing quietly in her hand.

  A gentle-looking woman with a warm smile walked in, her short silver hair slightly shaking. Her neat suit, warm smile and gentle eyes made her look like an elderly lady. Several big men followed closely behind her, two of whom were gently massaging their fists, as if they had just thrown Phil's henchmen inside.

  Yi Chen gently closed his eyes, and the true yuan circulated to the point where all the alcohol was transformed into sweat and expelled. He calmly asked: "This lady is... breaking into someone's home at night, isn't that a bad thing?"

  M glanced around the lavishly decorated dining hall and the messy dinner table, smiling as he shook his head: "Dear little friend, let me introduce myself, I am..."

  Fatadi said indifferently, "The new boss of MI6 in the British Empire, originally under the Special Events Investigation Division of the UK Ministry of National Defense, with the rank of Major General... Codename M, who personally took out three Russian spies, right? My dear Mrs. M..."

  Fattalio's three assistants had their fingers tightly on the triggers, their heads crazed with drink, and were just about to open fire.

  "Ah, gentlemen, gentlemen, is this how you welcome a defenseless old lady like me? Oh God, Mr. Fattardi was right, I am M, call me whatever you want... I just dropped by, no other intention... Congratulations to you both, Mr. Fattardi and Mr. Yi, congratulations... Making money through biased means is the most difficult thing in this world. Congratulations..."

  Yi Chen stood up, took a clean wine glass, slowly poured about three or two sixty-three degrees of white wine in, and slowly walked to M's front. His eyes were cold and staring at M's eyes, saying in an icy tone: "We are celebrating Mr. Fattadio's dog's birthday today, Miss M, madam, lady... please." His left hand was slightly claw-shaped, covering the right side of M's chest from a distance.

  His demeanor remained unchanged, he took the wine cup and drank it in one gulp, smiled and threw the cup away, facing Yi Chen said: "You are a lovely little guy, yes, very lovely... I came over today to take a look, hoping you won't do something that harms society..."

  Yi Chen looked at him coldly and said in a low voice: "I hate people from the National Security Department, from China to Britain, I hate them all... You remind me of a piece of trash, a piece of trash mixed in China's National Security Department, his name is Feilong, M, you shouldn't have appeared."

  He looked at him: "Do you want to get rid of us? Aren't you the one who claims to be the most legitimate businessman in the British Empire?"

  Yi Chen nodded coldly: "But I don't like the person behind you... Dear madam, if there's nothing else, please leave."

  Looking at Yi Chen, she said without retreating: "No one who has wronged our country can go unpunished... Sir, please understand this."

  Yi Chen nodded: "I remember, but my friends and I are all decent people, we have never violated the law, we have never... or do you need some evidence, do you need me to provide it for you?"

  "Your subordinates have already broken the law," M smiled. "The large-caliber military handguns used by Colonel Kane and Lieutenant-Colonel Schtreng are prohibited."

  Cain said coldly, "We've registered a legitimate security company, old British lady." His tone was very impolite.

  Looking at Cain, he smiled and said: "We have specified the weapon specifications that security companies can use. Obviously, you have violated the regulations."

  Yi Chen burst out laughing and quickly walked over to take away Schtreng's handgun, but Cain tightly grasped his own weapon and said coldly: "No one can make Cain hand over his own weapon."

  Yi Chen looked at Cain and said softly: "Cain, this is not an order, it's a request... Do you understand?"

  Kane looked at Yichen and quickly let go of his hand.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Thank you, Kayn..."

  Yi Chen picked up the napkin and directly wiped clean the fingerprints on the gun handle, then threw it out of the window in front of M, laughing loudly: "Dear M, my man didn't break any rules... Hahaha..."

  Fatah Diou held his belly, burst into laughter and pointed at M: "Dear lady, ahahahaha, we are all decent people, we never break the law, hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

  M's smile remained: "Yes, Mr. Easy, remember your words, you never break the law, if something happens to you one day, I will be grateful for your contribution to the British prison system..." She gestured slightly, and several agents flashed to either side of her as she strode towards the door.

  "Alright, have a smooth journey. The sky is getting dark, take care, take care..." Yi Chen's face suddenly froze, and M's footsteps also came to an abrupt halt.

  Wearing a black Zhongshan suit, Yi Yang's long black hair scattered over his shoulders as he walked up the stairs with Yi Qing and Yi Kong behind him. With an air of majesty, the three didn't even glance at M as they brushed past him, heading straight for Yi Chen.

  Yi Chen stretched out his hands, and Yi Yang's three people hugged him together in M's incredulous eyes. M smiled wryly, muttering to himself: "The worst-case scenario... they actually know each other... too troublesome."

  Yi Yang and the other two retreated back, looking at Yi Chen with respect: "Senior brother."

  Yi Chen burst out laughing, unable to stop. He didn't know what to say, and after a long time, he finally pointed at Feili and said: "This is Feili, who will probably become your future sister-in-law." The three of them slightly bowed to Feili.

  In the midst of their mutual introductions and pleasantries, M's face turned solemn as he quietly slipped out with his subordinates. Along the way, several of Phil's men, baring their teeth, glared at M with malice and deliberately spoke loudly: "Damn it, running into a white old lady is definitely bad luck. Just when we got rid of those official old masters, now we have these yellow-skinned brats. Can't you guys even fight?"

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "Yang, you weren't very polite when you came up?"

  Yi Yang shook his head helplessly: "Senior brother, my English isn't very good, those two kids don't speak it at all. The big black guys downstairs wouldn't let us go up, so we had to fight our way in. Sorry, I'm your subordinate?"

  Yi Chen's strange smile appeared: "Phil, your brothers' subordinates will follow Kane and the others to train in shifts from now on... If they can't beat my brother, I can forgive them. They might win, but why did you let M come straight up? It doesn't make sense."

  Fei and Ge lowered their heads in fear, no longer daring to look at Yi Chen again.

  Yi Chen turned around and looked at Yi Yang: "Why did you come to England?"

  Yi Yang helplessly said, "We taught the Flying Dragon Sect a lesson, their master came out to look for trouble with us and was also taught a lesson by Tian Lei Zi Shibo. The matter got blown up, those officials said that England had a mission, so they sent a few of our Tian Xing Sect's people over."

  Yi Chen's eyes widened: "What are you doing here? Do you want to get rid of the British king?"

  Yi Kong shouted loudly: "Not at all, it's a batch of military supplies business, they want us to destroy them halfway... They said that we are more convenient to do it, and save their special agents from sacrifice. What the hell, they think we're crazy killers?"

  Yi Chen laughed, laughing non-stop, like a weasel in front of 100 big roosters: "Mr. Cain, sorry, I lost your treasure earlier, but now I think I've found something to make up for it... We don't need to spend a lot of US dollars buying arms anymore, our security company can open smoothly."

  Yi Chen grasped Yi Yang's hand: "Stop speaking politely to me, or I'll teach you a lesson like I did on the mountain. Can I meet your superior? Hmm? I'll treat him to a meal... as for the location..."

  Yi Chen smiled strangely: "There's a good wine house called 'Song He Lou'."

  Let's not mention Yichun, Fatiao, Yiyang and their gang changed the wine and dishes again, chatting with each other. Let's not say that Fatiao and his three assistants almost jumped out of the window on the sixth floor after drinking too much. Let's take a look at M's reaction instead.

  Just got on the car, M spat it out and said: "Chinese white wine? God... so much..."

  She easily spat out the wine in her stomach, wiped the corner of her mouth, and whispered: "Okay, now things are getting more complicated and interesting... Let's investigate what Yiyang and his people are doing, so we can also find out about Yichen's background. I'm afraid he really has connections with the Chinese authorities, understand? Investigate thoroughly. Tell David to monitor Fattadio and his men, they got the money, but I won't let them enjoy it, they don't have to think about using this money comfortably... Inform the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs that Plov has a large sum of unknown origin, possibly related to Russia's missing military goods in previous years."

  An agent looked at M and asked: "So, how will Yichen be dealt with?"

  M smiled bitterly: "How can we deal with him? He doesn't care about our laws, there's no evidence, and if we touch him, it'll be a huge trouble. I've found out that at least seventeen members of the House of Representatives are his guests, what can I do to him without any evidence?"

  Looking out at the pitch-black street, M said in a low voice: "In this world, there are some people who we can't afford to provoke no matter what. Some people are born not to be ordinary... We're just ordinary people, how can we fight against them? ... Maybe we should make use of each other, that way it's beneficial for both of us."

  An agent discontentedly said: "Boss, you're overpraising him."

  "Can you earn hundreds of millions of dollars in five years to build a security company of that scale? Can you unify the entire London underworld in five years? Can you establish a relationship with local big shots in Russia and cooperate to attack Britain's financial market within five years? Can you get involved with Italy's mafia families within five years? Can you lead people to blow up our former headquarters? If you can't do any of these things, what qualifications do you have to comment on such a king?"

  This unlucky secret agent stared foolishly at M, unable to utter another word...