Entrustment

  'Song He Lou', there are a large number of diners entering and exiting the main gate, now it is indeed the time for people to enjoy their lunch. The old men in Chinatown carry small teapots and come over leisurely, preparing to drink a few cups; those Londoners or tourists from other places who come to Chinatown are deeply attracted by the aroma of stir-frying and cooking, and their two legs involuntarily bring them quickly to 'Song He Lou'.

  Yi Chen, Yi Yang, Yi Kong, and Yi Qing, along with Mr. Zhang, appeared in the first-floor hall of 'Song He Lou' at the same time as Tang Hu was smiling all over his face, holding a black lacquer tea tray, moving swiftly between the tables in the hall, warmly serving exquisite food to the guests. There were twenty-four young people like Tang Hu, who seemed to be fluttering about like butterflies among the tables and chairs, their wide Tang suits not making a single rustling sound.

  Mr. Zhang muttered: "Good work... Mr. Yi, who are they?"

  "They? They call themselves Dragon Gate, they're very strong, extremely strong. If we give them weapons and train them a bit more, I think they can directly attack the White House... At least the White House walls would be useless against them."

  Tang Hu's eyes landed on Yi Chen and the others, he quickly threw the tea tray in his hand towards the money cabinet inside the hall, where an old man caught it with one hand and gently placed it on the cabinet. Tang Hu came forward, shouting loudly: "Five distinguished guests, please go upstairs... Mr. Yi, you really are a trustworthy person."

  Yi Chen smiled faintly: "Alright, alright... I said I would give you an answer."

  Tang Hu shook his head: "We already know, at least we know what you've done."

  Yì chén měng de tíng xià jiǎo bù, sǐ sǐ de kàn zhe tā.

  Translation:

  He stopped in his tracks and stared at him intensely.

  Tang Hu smiled: "A boss in London who likes to eat Chinese food, after getting drunk, inadvertently said something about some information. We verified that information and found it seems to have something to do with you... And they all died, the last winner is you, we're not stupid either, Mr. Yi."

  Mr. Zhang smiled: "Young and promising, yes, very good, your intelligence system..."

  Tang Huifei quickly glanced at Mr. Zhang, nodded slightly and said: "With the official present, Mr. Yi, it's not convenient for us to talk... Let's make an appointment another time, our old master wants to treat you to a table of wine."

  Mr. Zhang furrowed his brow and looked at Tang Hu, saying: "I'm not an official, young man, you've got it wrong, haven't you?"

  Tang Hu grinned strangely: "Those in power have a certain aura about them, no matter how hard they try to conceal it... Sir, please, our special private room upstairs is very confidential... Mr. Yi, I'm really sorry, we don't want to deal with official people for the time being, so you brought these friends here, and we can only do our best as hosts."

  Tang Hu led the way in front, while Yi Chen and the other four followed slowly behind. Out of the corner of their eyes, they could see several young men dressed similarly to Tang Hu rushing up the stairs, causing the waiters upstairs to become flustered.

  Yi Chen smiled and said to Mr. Zhang: "Originally I wanted to get in touch with everyone's feelings, it seems that the other party refused."

  Mr. Zhang looked around at the waiters' swift movements and sincerely praised, "You've worked hard, if you can pull them into a relationship... They're almost as good as our Dragon Team..."

  Yi Chen's eyes sparkled as she stared at Mr. Zhang, who was taken aback and laughed awkwardly to brush it off. Tang Hu, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling, but it was unclear if he had heard anything.

  Tang Biao didn't use his cane, and with big strides he arrived at the private room. After giving everyone three toasts, without a word, he let out a loud laugh and walked out. Tang Hu followed closely behind him and shut the door of the private room as he left.

  Mr. Zhang wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and sighed repeatedly, "What a sharp old man, great, great, three bowls of wine are like drinking water... Mr. Yi, I heard you're interested in that batch of goods?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "Yes, I'm very interested. Anyway, you've got it and can't easily transport it back, so why not just let me take care of it? It'll also save my few junior brothers from too much trouble."

  Mr. Zhang burst out laughing: "I understand why Mr. Yi and the others insisted on me meeting you... Hmm, no wonder Mr. Yi can have such a big scene in London, haha, people like you, once unbound, can even poke holes in the sky!"

  Yi Chen also smiled: "That's right, I was driven out of the sect, so naturally no one is in charge of me... However, Mr. Zhang must not underestimate the dark forces on this side. If it weren't for my ability to carefully maneuver between several major forces, I would have been taken down by them long ago."

  Yi Kongzi shouted: "Senior brother, who else can control us? At worst, we seven senior brothers will set up the Broken Star Sword Formation..."

  "Shut up, Brother Shifu didn't ask you to speak."

  Yi Kong hastily picked up a piece of mushroom with his chopsticks and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Many very powerful people, probably can be compared to our great cycle of completion, and even higher... I don't want you to underestimate the underground forces in Europe, some of them are very strong, extremely strong. In front of them, I can only tuck my tail, sneakily stab them from behind."

  Yi Yang stared blankly at Yi Chen, who smiled and nodded at him: "Remember, even if your power is unmatched in the world, but a person with only half your strength can still take your life with a sneak attack from behind. You must remember that. Last time, I took down a Holy Knight of the Church, if he had worn the full set of sacred artifacts, I wouldn't have been able to move him. But he was too careless, too careless... Remember, Yi Yangzi, you must remember that in many situations, strategy is more useful than strength."

  Mr. Zhang applauded lightly and smiled: "Mr. Yi, I've learned from you. So, if we let Mr. Yi get this batch of military supplies, what benefits can we get?"

  Yi Chen didn't back down at all and said slyly, "Haven't you guys benefited from it? Not a single one of you had to lift a finger, and the trouble was solved."

  Mr. Zhang shook his head: "That's not going to work, the military equipment in the plan can actually be exchanged for some small money that we can use, at least my group's expenses for two years are sufficient. Although Mr. Yi and others are fellow students of Mr. Yi, however, from a rational point of view, they are now my subordinates, so we still need to settle this account clearly."

  Yi Chen licked his lips, savoring the tender beef strip, and after a moment's thought, said: "I won't give too high a price, absolutely not."

  Mr. Zhang smiled: "I won't ask for too much either."

  Yi Chen looked at Mr. Zhang: "A batch of top-secret intelligence from British MI6, the list of names of their 39 high-level spies, and as a bonus, I'll throw in the head of their European branch, David Livingston... That's all I can offer for this price, if you want more, I'll knock out Yi Yang and let you rob the arms yourselves."

  Mr. Zhang was taken aback, slowly put down his chopsticks, and tightly grasped his wine glass: "Dear Yi, what did you just say? The building of Military Intelligence Division 6, was it blown up by you? Are those missing files in your hands?"

  Yi Chen's eyes sparkled with a cute, fox-like glint as she quickly bumped into Mr. Zhang and smiled, saying: "I didn't say anything... maybe you misheard."

  Mr. Zhang burst out laughing: "Ah, yes, I misheard! So this batch of military supplies belongs to you... That David, is he the one Grandma just promoted? The guy who was quite impressive in the Middle East for a while?"

  "Easy nodded, smiling. 'He loved his wife and children so much that when I put a gun to their heads he became my man...I'm actually a decent English gentleman but he always forced me to do things I didn't want to do.'"

  Mr. Zhang shifted in his seat, saying excitedly: "So, it's settled... However, as a friend, I'd like to remind Mr. Yi that the M, that old woman who no one dares to marry, the one they call 'Old Ancestor' in her circle, is not easy to deal with. I know your kind of people can't use their powers freely against ordinary people, but this old lady just so happens to be your most troublesome opponent - her brain has a very special structure."

  Yi Chen smiled: "It's okay, I know how to deal with her... I've made some powerful friends who will take care of me."

  Mr. Zhang laughed, laughing non-stop, as if a miser had seen a gold mine.

  Yi Chen also smiled and looked at him: "Dear Zhang, can you tell me the specific list of that batch of military supplies?"

  Mr. Zhang nodded: "The quantity is not very large, just enough to arm a digital combat brigade... Ah, 5,000 sets of British Land Warrior single soldier combat systems, matching 200 advanced man-portable air defense missile launchers, 20 self-propelled high cannons, 100 self-propelled mortars, 40 highly mobile assault armored vehicles, and about 50 containers worth of other special equipment."

  Mr. Zhang looked at Yi Chen with malice: "We were also a bit worried that even if we robbed this batch of goods, how to avoid the British and French naval patrols. Now it seems, no need... Mr. Yi Chen is all-powerful, London is your territory, digesting this batch of goods should not be a problem."

  Yi Chen also stared at Mr. Zhang with a dull expression: "Digest? Joke, Mr. Zhang, I don't have any plans to form an army for the time being... Hmm, eating them is easy, but where are those heavy firepower weapons placed? Damn it, who ordered these things? Burning money?"

  Mr. Zhang shrugged: "Anyway, the goods are transported to Southeast Asia, and I have no right to disclose specific information, please forgive me."

  "Ah, yes, no problem. I think the single soldier combat system is very useful, those small caliber assault rifles are top-notch; missiles also have their use, I can use them to deal with... Self-propelled high artillery might be a bit too hot to handle, but that old Hanke's mongrel would be happy to digest it, self-propelled mortar, damn it, what if I take him down... High mobility assault armored vehicle, after a makeover, our security company can make use of it... Very good, deal, Mr. Zhang, deal! I'm very satisfied with this transaction, maybe we can cooperate in other areas in the future... I mean, since my school has already collaborated with you..."

  Mr. Yi looked at Mr. Zhang, who smiled with a pursed mouth and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, we also hope to have a collaborator like you. In our records, Mr. Yi's home is indeed a place where guests come and go without any trouble... Hehe."

  Yi Yang and the other two people stared blankly at the two of them haggling over prices, unable to say another word.

  Mr. Zhang continuously attacked the vinegar-soaked jellyfish head in a dish, and said to Yisheng: "So, I'll leave it to you... I'll think of a way to clear myself of any connection, we know nothing."

  Yi Chen nodded, thought for a moment: "A week later, British MP Verkins will hold an outdoor banquet in the House of Commons, do you need me to get you a few invitations?"

  Mr. Zhang shook his head: "No need, I can handle it."

  In Tokyo, Japan, in a large garden, under the shade of small pine trees, in a wooden tea pavilion, Yamaguchi Mokichi sat on a small tatami mat. Across from him was an old man with white hair and a stern face, his muscles seemingly made of metal. Several women dressed in kimonos were carefully handling a set of red clay teacups nearby, wisps of fragrance wafting around the tea pavilion.

  Outside the tea house, there is a small pond. Along a bamboo pole, clear spring water drips into the pond like heavenly music. More than a dozen koi fish worth over 10 million yen swim happily inside. A young man wearing a white samurai costume with scattered cherry blossom petals, his long hair hanging down to his waist, and a handsome face, is slowly throwing fish food into the pond one grain at a time. A black scabbard four-foot-long sword hangs quietly and eerily two meters behind him.

  Yamaguchi Ki looked at the young man, lightly waving the round fan in his hand, and smiled: "Long Shang Jun, you should make a decision now. Among your five families of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, only your gold family has a good relationship with our Fenglin Huoshan. Can't we get in touch? Is that secret Five Elements Alliance of yours really so important?"

  The voice on the dragon's back was like iron striking, opening his big hand to take over the tea cup sent by the maid, not afraid of the heat, and pouring it into his big mouth, saying: "No way, Shan Kou, they all say you are an old fox, the first one must come to me to discuss things, I've already told you that you can't trust him."

  Yamaguchi made a wronged expression: "Long Shang, how can you say that? We've been old friends for so many years, when have I ever deceived you?"

  The dragon blinked its eyes and thought for a long time before saying: "It seems to be, but when you were young, you bullied me on Mount Fuji."

  Yamaguchi Ki was so angry that he almost smashed the teacup in his hand, and cursed in his heart: "Damn it, this guy practiced Jinxi Xuanjia technique, did his brain turn into an iron lump? Bah, when did the Zhina Xuanjia sect come to Japan, get rid of you bunch of trash..."

  Yamaguchi's face hung a gentle smile: "Long Shang, do you still remember the things that happened back then? It wouldn't be very warrior-like if we didn't. How about this, in our Chrysanthemum's highest organization, we'll give your Jin Clan a seat, allowing your clan to participate in top-level matters. What do you think? As long as you support my proposal at the next Chrysanthemum Conference and gather our strength to open up new territory in Europe, that would be enough."

  Yamaguchi took advantage of Long Shang's momentary distraction and said quickly, "Don't mind the other four families of the Five Elements Alliance. You and I are friends, so Lin and Jin should be friends too... Lord Long Shang, do you really want to make me sad?"

  Long Shang thought for half a day with a silly expression, and slowly nodded his head.

  Yamaguchi smiled and said: "Well, I'll leave everything to you then. There are only a few days left until the convention."

  The young man feeding fish by the pond suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Who's there?"

  The long sword behind him let out a dragon's roar, and a black electric current hacked towards the crown of the large tree thirty meters away. The young man and Yamaguchi simultaneously rose into the air, their four palms fiercely chopping out. Long Shang stared blankly at this scene, his skin suddenly turning silver, as he punched towards the large tree with a loud humming noise: "Yamaguchi, what's wrong?"

  Three tiny black shadows flew quickly from the treetops and sprinted swiftly towards the outer garden.

  A young man's long sword shot out, a black shadow let out a low hum, his left hand was cut off, but he and two companions were suddenly shrouded in a layer of bloody light, and their speed increased by more than tenfold as they fled.

  Yamaguchi stood stupidly at the top of the tree branch, suddenly roaring: "Baka, a bunch of useless people, actually let someone like that sneak in."

  The young man lazily drew back his long sword and inserted it into the scabbard behind him, just as he was about to ask a question. A flash of silver light cut through, and the large tree was suddenly shattered into powder. The mountain mouth, caught off guard, fell down with a thud, its face covered in dust and ash. It took a moment for it to steady itself before standing firmly on the ground.

  Long looked at Yamaguchi with a silly expression, a smile on his face: "Sorry, Yamaguchi, I'll compensate for this tree... Hmm, Kōro Yase has such big trees, that old monk owes me a favor, I'll dig up a few and bring them over."

  Yamaguchi was so angry that he couldn't speak, staring at Long Shang, and gave a fierce look to the young man.

  The young man lightly leaped over the wall, leaving behind a question: "Is that Water's Water Escape Technique? Using their own blood as an escape tool, those warriors are not to be underestimated."

  Yamaguchi snorted coldly: "Anyway, Tokyo is our territory, take out those three bastards."

  Two days later, Venice, night, deep night.

  Four men wearing trench coats quickly walked into the Lone-Eyed Dragon's tavern, with the leader shaking his finger and saying: "Sorry, one cup, just one cup and we'll leave."

  "Damn it, you bunch of Japanese monkeys are playing me? You've already had one drink, I don't do repeat business here, get out, get the hell out."

  The Japanese man in the lead walked up to the counter, looked around cautiously, and slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it, get out... It's just taking your business, let me be scolded by them. Damn it, what's going on? You bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys are really unlucky devils from hell. They said I leaked secrets. Damn it, God's mother is my witness, I, Vis, didn't say anything."

  "That Japanese man lied: 'We'll add a price, 300 million US dollars, we want Yamaguchi's life and the lives of everyone around him. 300 million US dollars, we'll add an extra 300 million US dollars. This is the largest number we can come up with now... The deadline is one month, within one month, adding to the previous 100 million, a total of 400 million US dollars, we want Yamaguchi's life and the lives of everyone around him.'"

  Wei's eyes were cold as he stared at them: "Son of a bitch, you think you're impressive just because you have money? Three hundred million? Damn it, is this person really that hard to deal with?"

  The Japanese nodded: "We have the strength, but we can't deal with him, otherwise we would violate our oath and we would all die... You, find 'them' to deal with Yamaguchi Ki, even if you use nuclear warheads to turn Tokyo into ruins, it's okay, in short, within a month, let Yamaguchi Ki and the people around him die..."

  Weiss nodded and was about to say something when the door was kicked open with great force.

  A blonde-haired and blue-eyed young man with an obvious noble bloodline rushed in, followed closely by several bodyguard-like men.

  "What the hell, you little rabbit, didn't your mother teach you what's called manners? Get out of here, I'm closing the door."

  The young man had obviously drunk a lot and slurred: "One cup, I just want one cup, one cup is enough. I'll drink one cup and leave."

  Weiss and the Japanese man exchanged a somewhat awkward glance, the Japanese man carefully covering his face with his collar and nodding to say, "So, it's like that?"

  Weiss thought for a moment: "According to the old rules, they start timing after receiving the information. One month, I don't guarantee they'll agree."

  The Japanese nodded in agreement, and the four of them walked towards the door under the gaze of several bodyguards. One of the bodyguards suddenly struck the leading Japanese man's abdomen with a vicious elbow, and the bodies of the four Japanese men suddenly accelerated, swiftly passing by the elbow as if blown away by a gentle breeze... Several bodyguards stared at this scene in shock, a chill rising slowly from their lower abdomen.

  "Shut the door, you bunch of bastards... Ah, dear sir, what can I get for you? Ha! I don't have any juice here, only real liquor that men drink, not suitable for you."

  Young man's eyes stared at Vis with a fierce gaze: "I heard from a friend that you can fulfill all wishes here. My friend and his several brothers fought over the inheritance, but all of his brothers died unexpectedly, leaving him to inherit the family property, right? Is it?"

  Vis heavily wiped the table and muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, can't do business with you noble brats from now on. Alright, alright, I admit it. What kind of wine do you want? You remember, if you dare to leak any information related to us to those who don't want to get involved, you and your family are dead for sure."

  The young man burst out laughing, wildly laughing: "Dear Mr. Weiss, of course, he and I are that kind of absolutely intimate partner, he is very sympathetic to my experience, and also very indignant, so introduced you... Ten billion dollars, sir."

  The wine glass in Vis's hand clattered to the ground, his massive head leaned against the young man's ear: "Darling, what did you say? Ten billion dollars? God, there are too many rich people in this world... You're just a little kid, probably just trying to stab your enemy in the back, ten billion dollars? Did you ejaculate that much when you masturbated?"

  Several bodyguards drew their own weapons and aimed at Ves.

  "Ah, dear gentlemen, calm down. My dear companions have promised me that if anything happens to me, your entire family, as long as you don't leave the earth, will receive the most brutal revenge. You can't afford to offend me, do you know? Put down your guns... Gentlemen, don't make me lose my temper."

  The young man bellowed: "Get out of here, you bunch of trash, get out!"

  Several bodyguards walked out with a string of curses from the young man, Vis squeezed out a gentle smile: "So, sir, what service do you need? Temporarily I believe you have ten billion US dollars... I don't mind listening to your story, the night is too long, having someone to chat with is also good... Do you need something? Coffee?"

  The young man walked up to the bar, picked up a bottle of cognac, took a swig, looked at Vis and said with a gasp: "My family, you must have heard of it, the Saint Lanren family. I am now the only member of the family, all the family property is under my name."

  Vis came over, speaking in a low voice: "Ah, the Saint Laurent family that controls 60% of France's flower production? Dear sir, I apologize for my rudeness. What service do you need? I recommend a few special brands to you... One billion dollars... God." He muttered under his breath: "Wouldn't that mean I could get a reward of one billion dollars? I should consider retiring..."

  Young man burst out: "Let that bitch, that damn bitch humiliate herself in front of the whole world, I want to make her family's reputation, her so-called holy girl's reputation completely ruined... As long as I see her ugly face exposed to the whole world, I am willing to pay 10 billion US dollars, no matter how high it is, I have money, I have endless money, I want revenge, I want revenge on her entire family... Tell me, 'they' can do it?"

  Weiss smiled: "Of course, 'they' are the gods of the dark world, 'they' can do anything... So, what is your request?"

  "Young man's venomous, trembling voice uttered the most evil curse: 'Let her fall in love with someone, then ruthlessly abandon her. Let her family be tainted because of her actions, let her herself never again be able to hold her head up in front of people... This witch, this devil's prostitute, may she never be reborn, may Satan protect her soul.'"

  "Darling, it's a deal... Please deposit 50% of the down payment into the account I gave you within three days. And, of course, please tell me that lovely lady's name too. This is a delicate matter, you understand? Making a woman fall in love with a man isn't easy; we need to be meticulous and take our time. An open-ended task assignment - you won't object, will you? Here's the contract... Ah, yes, your family crest, and your private seal... Praise God, we've finalized the agreement! Remember, three days, five billion dollars... Congratulations!"