Grand Opening Celebration

  The Vatican's incident has passed for a month, and everything seems calm. No one suffered any losses, and through some secret channels, Sgang successfully returned the damaged holy armor to the Vatican. The Dark Council sealed the holy sword they obtained with a blood curse and threw it into an abandoned mine pit, then sealed it with hundreds of tons of concrete. The leaders of Scotland Yard were reprimanded and probably had their bonuses deducted for a month, but nothing serious happened.

  The only one who was a bit depressed was the arms dealer who was found by Officer Karl, because he had once sent a small batch of poor-quality arms to Yichun when delivering goods, and Yichun had sold them out without hesitation. As a result, on the second day after Karl's visit, this guy ran away and went to the beach near Mount Vesuvius to wander around, it seems that there is no hope for him to return to England in this life.

  Still sitting in his 23rd floor general manager's office, looking at the rare sunshine shining over the entire city of London, Yichun sang loudly: "Hallelujah... Praise God, dear, you finally brought a little bit of light to this dull and lifeless city of London."

  Fei Li sat on the sofa in the corner, answering irrelevantly: "Boss, this Swiss tourbillon watch is so exquisite, limited to 9,999 pieces worldwide." Her big watery eyes looked over with deep emotion.

  "Alright, darling, get Phil to order a few more. We'll have one each... of course, my lovely Felicity will have two, hehe." Felicity's face lit up immediately, and Yichen had no idea what she wanted so many watches for - there were already over thirty famous brand watches in her jewelry box.

  Phil burst in, knocking on the door, and said somewhat strangely: "Boss, that old guy Wiggins had someone send you an invitation to attend the opening ceremony of his new venue. What do you mean?"

  Yi Chen asked in surprise, "A new venue? Has he opened another horse farm? This old man, isn't his money enough? Of course, who would complain about having too much money... Alright, alright, prepare a batch of high-quality horse feed, let's give him some face and attend this celebration."

  Phil nodded and walked out, ten minutes later, he came in again, looking at Yichen with a somewhat strange expression.

  Yi Chen snapped his fingers, transferring the jade pendant from his right hand to his left, and gazed out the window at the bright sunlight. With a thick smile, he said: "Mr. Phil, I knew you were the best candidate for the butler position, and it seems I wasn't wrong. Hmm, is there any new news? Did I guess incorrectly, or did that old guy with the horse smell not open his stable this time?"

  "No, boss," Phil said in a strange tone of voice. "Underground rumors say that Wiggins has crossed the line. The last time he came to see you, it was with some Japanese people, who were supposedly high-ranking members of Asia's largest gang at the moment... They opened up a big Japanese restaurant in London's West End, but in reality, it's a casino - a high-end casino that requires a membership fee of $10 million. That's Grant's territory, and Grant himself has two secret casinos there."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, gently picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip of the pale green tea, and muttered to himself: "Japanese? Where is Japan? Oh... right, Japan seems to be next to China. When I was on the mountain before, I occasionally heard about them from our old men, and two people had conflicts with them... It's strange, Japanese people came to London to open a casino? And cooperate with Wiggins? Damn God, what a mess! Wiggins also gambles, but he controls underground horse racing. This kind of casino business should be looking for Grant."

  Phil shook his head and made no comment.

  "Those Japanese, they're really not on the level. They're carrying their investments to the wrong church... Wiggins, you old ghost, just wait and see how Grant settles accounts with you... Phil, prepare a gift, we'll attend their celebration. Just the few of us will go, and we can try some Japanese cuisine while we're at it."

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

  Yi Chen thought for a moment and said, "It should be okay, right? The western district is all rich bosses, if they open a restaurant there and the food is too bad, I'm afraid it will close in three days. However... they opened a casino, I'm afraid the food isn't that important, I really worry that it's garbage food."

  Three days later, at 10:00 in the morning, it was still sunny and beautiful. Yi Chen and others were driven by Phil in that stretched white Rolls-Royce to rush over. Kane did not follow them, after all, Chinatown was Yi Chen's stronghold, and he had to have a capable subordinate to guard it. Chikov, who had been staying in his suburban villa, also put down the great business in his hands, that is, the work of "putting up red lights on Europe's network traffic", and rushed over like flying.

  Yi Chen looked at Chekhov, who was sitting on the car seat like a snail, with great puzzlement and asked: "When did you become interested in gambling? You're not even willing to spend a penny on it, are you? This is the opening of the casino."

  Chekhov's eyes gleamed, his lower body bulged in an unseemly manner, and he shouted loudly: "Boss, don't you know? Don't you know? Japan's cuisine is most famous for Nyotaimori! Oh God, using a beautiful virgin's body as a container to hold food, I praise you, it's too beautiful, too wonderful!" His face was clearly smeared with a filthy smile, and Fili nearly punched him out of the carriage.

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment, and after a long while, he let out a sigh: "Damn it, what kind of weird thing is this... I don't want to eat such ghostly stuff. Who knows if that woman has skin disease or not? Even if she doesn't, what if she sweats?" Yi Chen's eyebrows furrowed in disgust, and his impression of the Japanese suddenly dropped a few points. Using women as cooking vessels, the Japanese were indeed a bit too perverted.

  All the way, no one spoke again, only Feli buried her head in Yichun's arms to avoid seeing Chikov's increasingly unbearable expression of a brain full of dirty water. If it weren't for Feli and Yichun being present, he might not have bothered about Gor and Jester's feelings and directly used his hands to touch the sensation.

  A quiet, five or six meters wide, tree-lined path in London's West End. On the left side of the road, a row of low white brick walls with black eaves, behind which can be seen a lush courtyard, exuding an atmosphere of serenity and elegance.

  Yi Chen looked out of the car window and sized up the courtyard, shaking his head and saying: "That old devil Wiggins, and those Japanese people, they've spent a lot of money on this courtyard in the Western District... it's not easy to set something like this up. Phil, at current land prices, this must be one of the most expensive plots around."

  Phil, who was driving, nodded silently and followed several of Wiggins' subordinates through the six-panel black lacquer gate into the courtyard.

  "Uh-huh, these guys who look like wooden men are... uh, what's his name, the underling of the Yamaguchi-gumi? His mom died yesterday or something? Today's supposed to be a happy day, so why is he making a zombie face at everyone?"

  Chekhov got off the bus first, heard Yi Chen's complaint, and smiled back to explain: "Boss, you really don't care about the customs of the world at all. Japan is a society with the most severe class hierarchy, Japanese men are almost like robots... However, Japanese girls are... Hehe, damn it, boss, can I take leave to go to Japan next year? I heard that in Japan, there are no virgins above 12 years old, it's simply paradise!"

  Yi Chen rolled her eyes and got off the car with a bit of embarrassment, because several Japanese people who came to greet them had just walked over and heard Chekhov's words, their faces all looked a bit unsightly. However, looking at their expressions, Yi Chen felt that Chekhov didn't seem to be talking nonsense this time!

  The thirty-year-old Japanese team member at the front, with four subordinates behind him, bowed ninety degrees to Yī Chén and said in a somewhat strange accent: "Excuse me, sir? Our team leader and Mr. Wiggins are both in the hall, please come in, please come in... If there's anything special you'd like, feel free to ask and we'll definitely satisfy your requirements."

  Jester's mouth corners were wildly raised, and under the strong gaze of Yichen, he finally held back the crazy laughter that was about to erupt. Chekhov looked at this member with a dazed expression, as if taking him for an absolute beauty, but it was still Yichen who used his icy gaze to shut Chekhov's mouth unwillingly.

  Here is the translation:

  After a brief self-introduction, the group followed behind five Japanese people and headed towards the two-story traditional Japanese-style mansion in the center of the courtyard. Yi Chen looked around at the scenery and said with some surprise: "Your boss, oh, I mean team leader, really has a grand vision! How long did you prepare this courtyard for?" Yi Chen was somewhat dissatisfied with his subordinates' efficiency, looking at the scale of the courtyard, which would have taken at least a year to manage. However, thinking that most of his current subordinates were just small-time hooligans from the local area, he couldn't expect much better. Yi Chen reluctantly forgave them in his heart.

  The Japanese man who led the way said in their usual polite tone, "Yes, we spent a year and a half preparing this place. You see, the large hall in the middle is for grand banquets, and the small tea pavilion in the nearby woods is prepared for smaller gatherings of noble guests."

  Yi Chen casually responded with a few words, and everyone had already arrived in front of that large mansion.

  At the entrance, four little girls in formal attire knelt on the floor, waiting for a group of people to change into wooden clogs. Yi Chen's face turned slightly gloomy because Chekhov's luxurious alligator skin boots had a pair of somewhat dirty and sockless feet inside. Yi Chen made an annoyed decision: "Damn it, after going back, I'll have to take good care of the dressing problem of those people below... However, damn it, among so many people, only Chekhov is a bastard who doesn't even wear a pair of socks."

  Wiggins held a small white porcelain cup, sitting in the center of the room, talking to an Asian man in his 40s with a refined air. When he saw Yichun bring people in, Wiggins quickly whispered something to the man, and then the two stood up to greet them. Yichun's ears were sharp, and although Wiggins was speaking in a low voice ten meters away, he heard it clearly. He heard Wiggins say: "Mr. Yamaguchi, this guy is Chinese Yi, who is the target you want to recruit."

  Yi Chen sneered inwardly: "Recruit me? If you honestly give me benefits and let me cooperate, it's barely acceptable. You think you can recruit me? What the hell are you?" But on the surface, he beamed with joy and walked up to greet Wiggins, laughing: "Wiggins, you old fellow, how come you suddenly found such a great group of friends and set up this gathering after not seeing each other for so many days?"

  Wiggins smiled and gave Yi Chen a hug, saying loudly: "Yi Chen, this is all your fault! Last time I went to see you with Mr. Yamaguchi, you suddenly fell ill... Don't tell me you were making excuses, okay?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "How could that be? Cooperating with you is beneficial in many ways, why would I intentionally avoid seeing you? Ah, right, this is..." Yi Chen lightly pushed the topic aside and extended his hand towards Shan Kou.

  Yamaguchi grasped Yi Chen's hand, revealing a hint of a smile, with an exceptionally arrogant yet controlled proud smile, and said to Yi Chen: "I am Yamaguchi Kazuo, the second leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. You are China's Yi, aren't you? Mr. Wiggins has introduced me to many things about you, we have some business that we'd like to cooperate with Mr. Yi on, I hope you can stay behind and talk with us later."

  Yi Chen smiled and nodded lightly, but in his heart he was cursing loudly: "Damn it, you're just eyeing the people and guns in my hands. You're afraid of Grant and don't want to mess with him, so you want me to take the fall? Damn it, Asia's largest gang, why don't you send someone over to guard the scene yourself? Hmm, yes, Scotland Yard won't give you Japanese any face, but shouldn't you at least give us British citizens some face?"

  Wiggins smiled and said to Yichen, "Please try some of the wine and dishes, the fish slices here are extremely delicious... The celebration will start at 12:00 noon sharp." Seeing Yamaguchi walk away to do something, Wiggins lowered his voice and said, "Mysterious and strange Easterners, they must say that noon is when the sun is strongest, it's when their great god's power is the greatest, they must open for business then... Oh dear, with such a big sun, it will be very hot."

  Yì Chén raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying: "I'm also a strange Easterner, but I don't have so many bad habits. Old Wiggins, aren't you afraid of Grant? Look, the other bosses are all here, where's Grant? Are you competing with him for business?" Yì Chén waved at the two London bosses who were just entering, playing with his jade pendant, and they smiled and returned a greeting, their eyes wandering to flirt with the waitresses serving wine and dishes.

  Wiggins' face didn't look too good, and after a while, he said: "This... China Yi, I hope you can understand. Last time I came to find you, everything was ready, we wanted you to join in. You know, Grant's subordinates are not very reasonable, I just wanted to redistribute the benefits, other bosses didn't have any objections, but he insisted on..."

  Yi Chen interrupted him, saying bluntly: "Oh? Wiggins, I'm afraid you also understand that as long as you don't interfere with the other bosses' business, who will oppose it? But Grant is different, his main source of wealth is in the casino, he won't willingly give up his profits... You want me to invest, isn't it just because you're eyeing the men and guns in my hands?"

  "Wiggins said bluntly: 'So, China Yi, how many shares do you want? If you can afford Grant, everything is easy to say.'"

  "Alright, 40% of the dividend then. If you give me 40% of the profit from the casino after tomorrow, I'll take care of Grant for you. I'm a man of my word, give me money and I can take care of your enemies. You know how I operate, don't you?"

  "Wiggins was taken aback: '40%? You're kidding me, China Easy, I only have a 20% profit margin.'"

  Yi Chen smiled, his left hand's jade pendant lightly tossed up, then caught it with two fingers and put it into his own pocket. He looked at Wiggins with a strange smile: "So, the Japanese just want you to help them open up some connections, you don't have much benefit from this either, why bother?"

  Wiggins didn't say anything, but his benefits were not limited to that. If the Japanese could monopolize the gambling industry in the London area, his racing horses would also skyrocket. So he cooperated with the Japanese without hesitation, even if it meant conflicting with Grant. How could he tell Yichen about these inside stories? The Japanese had a shallow foundation in London and needed a powerful helper to assist them in expanding their influence. Ruthless Yichen became their best choice. Moreover, Wiggins naively believed that Yichen, also from Asia, would be closer to the Yamaguchi-gumi no matter what.

  Yi Chen coldly hummed and said: "I'll take a step back, you go tell that Shan Kou Yi Fu, 30% of the dividend, either give it to me or forget about it. Anyway, Grant and I have a pretty good relationship, I've even won a few small hands in his casino, this kind of thing, I just can't do."

  Yi Chen gathered his subordinates, holding Feili and sitting in front of a long table in the corner of the hall, slowly savoring Japanese sake and sashimi. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wiggins approaching Yamaguchi with a bitter expression, who was giving orders in Japanese.

  It wasn't just Yichun, apart from Chekhov who didn't have the ability, the others were all eavesdropping on Wiggin's and Yamaguchi's conversation. Wiggin honestly told Yamaguchi about Yichun's request, Yamaguchi's face changed, he quickly glanced in Yichun's direction, muttering: "Damn it, Chinese, damn it... His asking price is too high. I can't make the decision, this has to wait for the boss to decide."

  "After a while, Yamaguchi coldly said to Wiggins: 'He wants 30%? Where is that possible? You occupy 20% of the dividend, and although we took 80%, after deducting the upper and lower levels, there are only about 50% left.' Yamaguchi took a deep breath, glanced at Yichen again, and asked Wiggins in a low voice: 'Are his subordinates reliable? Can they replace him with his subordinates?'"

  "Damn it, trying to stir up a rebellion in our nest?" He sneered at Fei Li, Fei Er, Ge Er and Jie Si Te, the four of them changed their faces, and their eyes revealed an absolutely impossible meaning. Fei Li's murderous gaze even glanced at Shan Kou, if not for Yi Chen holding her waist, she would have probably punched out already.

  Wiggins smiled wryly: "I'm afraid it's not easy, I don't know where China Yi found these people from, they seem to be the most united group in our London city, really difficult. China Yi himself is a guy who can't be seen through..." Wiggins lowered his voice: "What you just said, it's better not to say it casually to others, he's ruthless, once took out three bosses with similar status to us in one night, I don't want you to become a rag doll shot by a submachine gun tonight."

  Yamaguchi also furrowed his brow and nodded, pulling Wiggins out.

  Yi Chen smiled and asked casually: "What does 'Shina' mean? Does it refer to Chinese people?"

  Chekhov's eyes widened as he stuffed a large piece of wasabi-wrapped raw fish into his mouth, mumbling: "Boss, he says you're Chinese? Damn it, that bloody Japanese radish, in Japanese, the word for Chinese person... uh, uh, it's just not very polite... damn it, that bloody Japanese radish, back during the Russo-Japanese War..." A string of beautiful Russian curses flowed out.

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, he had no idea what 'Shina' meant. When they were on the mountain, a few old ghosts only urged fellow disciples to cultivate their bodies and minds every day, but didn't tell him what China or Japan was, of course, nor would they give them history lessons. Although Yi Chen was a bit angry at being scolded by Shan Kou, he thought that as long as he could outdo them in the future, it wouldn't be so troublesome. He cursed himself and decided to make him unlucky for a year later, which would be enough to get revenge.

  In this way, a group of people sat in the hall, without doing anything serious, just drinking and chatting. Chekhov wanted to find someone to make some special requests, but Jest, who was very embarrassed, poked him with his finger, and Chekhov, whose whole body was numb, could only sit there stupidly.

  At noon, Yichun felt the infinite heat of the true fire of the sun in the sky, and the power of the four-star gods was reduced to its lowest point. Yichun also stopped the not-so-profitable operation of his true yuan. Several big bosses from London City greeted each other, followed by their subordinates and several Japanese people, who walked out to prepare for the formal celebration.

  A group of people walked towards the gate of the courtyard, laughing and chatting. Just when they were less than a hundred meters away from the gate, a loud explosion occurred at the gate, either due to a bomb or a rocket attack. A fireball shot up into the sky, and black smoke filled the air. Amidst the smoke and flames, over ten Japanese people and several of Wiggins' subordinates let out miserable cries as they were blown away in all directions. Occasionally, limbs and other body parts fell from the sky.

  The reporters outside the gate were also shouting and running around, they were not injured by the explosion, but the huge noise and flames had already frightened them. What made Yi Chen strange was that several small newspaper reporters were still taking pictures desperately, on the contrary, those reporters with large media logos on their microphones threw away all their equipment and fled in all directions.

  Most people around Yi Chen subconsciously crouched on the ground, a chaotic noise of "whirring" sounds, these celebrants basically had one gun per person, nervously glancing around. Chekhov simply lay flat on the ground, screaming in his mouth: "Boss, bomb, bomb, damn it, damn it, I'm done..."

  Yi Chen took a step back and stood beside Chekhov, while Phil, Goll, and Jester spread out around him, guarding against any further attacks that might take him down. Meanwhile, Feli pulled out an exquisitely crafted small handgun and slowly patrolled the perimeter, checking for any signs of danger before giving a thumbs-up to signal all clear.

  A large number of gunmen rushed out from all sides of the courtyard, and Yamaguchi and Wiggins jumped up and cursed: "Grant, I won't forgive you..." Both of them were sweating profusely on their foreheads. If it weren't for the sake of appearances, they would have blown themselves up long ago instead of waiting for the guests to arrive before making an appearance to host the opening ceremony.

  Yi Chen smiled: "This is lively... Hmm? 30% dividend, are you giving it or not? Hehe, Grant is really anxious, but it's given me an opportunity..."

  Sirens blared, and a large number of police cars rushed to the scene. By the time they arrived, Yi Chen and those unwanted people had already left the scene, and the invited dignitaries had also left early. Now it's up to Shan Kou and his group to deal with the police. To put it bluntly, you have a real business location, so who would come to bomb you when they're full and have nothing better to do?

  Chekhov burst out laughing on the way back: "Damn it, Uncle Bin Laden wouldn't even look at their place, if he's going to blow something up, it should be Trafalgar Square... But Grant, don't be too harsh, those Japanese chicks are really beautiful..." His body part started to pitch a tent again, and Fei Li let out a miserable hum, once again burying her face in Yi Chen's chest.