Guilin

  Late at night, Yi Chen was meditating in his own practice chamber again.

  Through the introspection of the origin, Yidun can clearly see that in the circulating area of the four phases and four images, countless silver light bands are rotating around a thin silver dot in the void, absorbing the star power bit by bit, like fine silver sand, slowly pouring into these spiral-shaped light bands. Yidun's heart moved slightly, as if his own strength had quickly recovered to the middle level of his previous 28-star power, so, is it possible?

  He slowly pushed the silver points of the four major circulation centers, each of which separated out a thin strip of silver light that slowly entwined towards his own dantian. The four strips of light began to slowly revolve around him. A little bit of star power was gradually absorbed and gathered in, and the light strips gradually became thicker and more robust. At the same time, even more refined and pure star power was transmitted from the small cycles of the Four Symbols and the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

  Although it was during the introspection, Yi Chen still couldn't control his slight excitement. As long as he maintained this progress, he would be able to form a star core tonight and lay the foundation for breaking through to the 360-degree star power boundary of the Heavenly Cycle in the future. This is also the core of the Heavenly Cycle's star power circulation in the future.

  But a faint, unexplained force nudged Yidun's four light bands, disrupting the previously orderly cycle. The star power within the cycle changed from gentle and stable to dry and turbulent, and the nascent stellar core suddenly dissipated.

  Yì chén hǎo róng yì kòng zhòng le shī qù zhì xù de xīng lì, chóng xīn bǎ tāmen jiào jí qǐlái, zhǔn bèi zài yī cì jié chéng xīng hé. Kěshì nà sī wèi míng de lì liàng yòu chū xiàn le, sì hū xiǎng yào tuī dòng yì chén de sì tiáo guāng dài gèng hǎo de gèng kuài de zhōu zhuǎn, kěshì hǎo xīn biàn huài shì, měi cì dōu shì tā yī chū xiàn, mǎ shàng sì dào guāng dài jiù shī qù le píng héng, nà xiē dài zhe diǎn diǎn yín guāng de xīng lì yī cì cì de pò sàn le qǐlái.

  Yi Chen's helpless feeling dissipated as he felt the scorching heat of the true sun fire, slowly dispersing the star power he had gathered. Although he hadn't formed a star core, the true yuan energy within his body had increased significantly. Yi Chen slightly moved his hands and feet, and a gentle breeze arose, seemingly nourishing most of his muscles with sufficient star power, restoring them to their perfect shape. Back when Yi Chen was at the mountain gate of his sect, he could punch and shatter a block of 10,000-jin Wugou stone; now it seemed that over 70% of his strength had recovered.

  He subtly formed a few hand seals commonly used in Buddhism, and Yi Chen reluctantly took a few deep breaths, absorbing a hint of the faintly perceptible true fire of the sun. Although it wasn't as beneficial to his cultivation as the star power from his own origin, this scorching energy had immense benefits for a certain aspect of male abilities, so Yi Chen naturally didn't mind spending some time cultivating it.

  The only strange thing is where that inexplicable power came from, it's very weak, but today Yi Chen just discovered it, and now it can form a star core. It had to come out and cause trouble. Yi Chen cursed in a low voice: "Damn, which old guy put down the seal again? However, it doesn't matter, you broke my original true yuan before, I can cultivate it back, this little disturbance is nothing! Damn, as long as my star power accumulates to a strong enough level, I will eventually be able to form a star core."

  Shaking his head, Yi Chen walked away.

  Fei Li was already standing at the door waiting for him, and after serving him with a washbasin, Fei Li smiled and said: "Boss, today is the day when the municipal government auctions off Da Gou Xiong's nightclub. According to the police department's internal information, it seems that Da Gou Xiong's blood case has been covered up, his assets have been partially confiscated by the state, and those that are not suitable for national operation will be auctioned off."

  Yi Chen flicked open a small water droplet hanging on his face and narrowed his eyes to ask, "Are there many people interested?"

  Fiona shook her head: "The other bosses are not interested in the night club of Da Gou Xiong, and they also found that the thugs on the ground have been subdued by us. They won't be able to control the situation even if they come, so they shouldn't compete with us for it. But what I'm afraid of is that there might be other people... Also, regarding the underworld business of Da Gou Xiong, it depends on your decision. The other bosses are planning to divide his territory at the right time."

  Yi Chen hugged her and asked: "Please paste, won't you give it to me?"

  Fei Li shrugged and shook her head, saying: "You're Chinese, it's easy for you to take root here, they already feel uncomfortable in their hearts, how can they invite you? Do we need to give them a little bit of trouble?"

  Yi Chen pulled her out the door, saying: "Come with me to have a good breakfast. Don't mind them. I'm not interested in nightclubs either, our own is enough. But those big casinos on the black market, let's take them all over. Kayne, do you know what to do?"

  They were going through the large room, and Cain seemed to have been sitting there all along, but the handgun in his hand had been replaced with a huge Israeli-made military pistol. He waved the firearm in his hand, revealing a hint of a smile, nodding to indicate that he understood.

  Jester sprang up quickly: "Boss, want me to take care of those other bosses too, huh?"

  Yi Chen shook his head: "No need, Kayn's subordinates can do a good job. You guys are paying attention to other places, understand? Why haven't there been any orders coming in recently? Are those managers too incompetent? If so, consider replacing them." Gole nodded slightly on the side, using the white towel in his hand to fiercely wipe a crystal wine glass.

  Three days later, Scotland Yard, still reeling from the brutal murder of Big Dog Bear and his gang members, was once again driven to the brink of madness. The three other major black society bosses in London, along with Big Dog Bear, were shot dead by a hail of bullets while they were at their villas and secret meetings, taking their over 30 bodyguards down with them, all of whom had their heads blown off like rotten watermelons. As for the cash and jewelry inside their villas, according to a Scotland Yard officer: "It was just like a group of starving African refugees rushing into a bakery - not even a crumb was left behind."

  For the time being, let's not mention how much headache these police will have, and how many days they will be limited by their superiors to crack the case. In the underground secret room of Yi Chen and others, a group of people are counting the spoils brought back by Kain. Jester and Chekhov are lying on the long peach wood table, carefully counting the cash and jewelry. Jester quickly estimated: "Boss, these pieces of jewelry are worth around 30 million pounds, and the harvest is quite satisfactory."

  Chekhov tightly grasped the two bags of cash, smiling and saying: "Boss, there's ￡5.7 million in cash here, not even counting the loose change. They have so much cash at their villa, is it for convenience when they run away in the future?"

  Yi Chen snatched a bag, smiled and threw it to Cain: "You and your subordinates' hard-earned money, the rest is 1 million pounds for Chekhov to sleep on as a pillow. Lock up the others, especially this batch of jewelry, change its appearance before selling it again. Has the anonymous letter been sent?"

  Fei Li nodded and said: "The letter has been sent, but this way, other bosses will definitely know it was us who did it. I'm afraid we'll have trouble in the future."

  Yi Chen blew a whistle, lit a cigar and said: "Trouble? Our wealth is constantly appreciating in trouble. Hmm, don't be afraid of those bosses and police cooperating, they won't be so stupid... We'll directly take over Da Gou Xiong's territory, have those small vendors report directly to the lower brothers, understand? Hmm, our protection fees are slightly less than Da Gou Xiong's, and will be restored after half a year, understand?"

  All the direct subordinates present nodded in unison, and Yichun emphasized again: "I'm really not satisfied at all. Those damned managers, warn them that if they don't get any business, they can jump into the Atlantic Ocean themselves, at least they can die with some dignity."

  Phil slightly raised his hands and made a helpless gesture: "Boss, we really can't get any business that satisfies you, unless we go assassinate the President of the United States, where else can we find such a thrilling deal?"

  He waved his hand, indicating extreme impatience: "Don't think it's easy to move the President of the United States. If I can gather you super-abled people around me, who knows if there are even more formidable figures around the President? Hmph... Never mind that, I want some interesting business deals, not those stupid family inheritance schemes. Got it?"

  Yi Chen grumbled a sentence, scaring everyone present so much that they couldn't lift their heads, before dragging Feili upstairs to vent his anger.

  Jester waited until Yichen's footsteps faded away before whispering: "Phil, you damn well better watch yourself. With my skills, I should be infiltrating some big corporation and stealing secrets without using any superpowers."

  Phil shrugged: "The last order was to sneak into a mine in Africa to steal a batch of diamonds... but the boss hates going to Africa, so..." Everyone fell silent.

  After getting rid of three well-known local bosses in London with bloody means, other bosses completely gave up their illusions about the original territory of Da Gou Xiong. Yi Chen, out of some ancient Chinese courtesy, ordered a group of thugs to make trouble on Da Gou Xiong's turf, and then pretended to be friendly with the head of the local police station, smoothly taking over Da Gou Xiong's territory.

  Chekhov counted the money in the party room every day, saying contentedly: "Boss, from now on, as long as I count this much cash every day, I'll be satisfied. The big bear's territory is really lucrative."

  Yi Chen ignored him and asked Gor directly, "It's strange that this Fatahrio claims to be Russian? Wants to see me? Forget it, I'm not interested. Fatahrio doesn't sound like a Russian name, I don't want to get close to such an inexplicable person."

  Gol nodded and walked out to meet with the person who had requested to see him.

  Fiona said hesitantly: "Boss, Russians are probably not easy to deal with, right? We should be polite?"

  Yi Chen burst out laughing: "Baby, what's wrong with you guys? Don't forget your own strength. Are you afraid they can do anything to us? Hehe, if they really can show off their strength, then I'd love to see them. If they're just ordinary people, why waste our energy?"

  Jester collapsed onto the sofa, and a foot-high flame of scarlet color suddenly burst out from the palm of his right hand. With an ominous smile, he said: "Boss, if they dare to play tricks, let me go take care of them... Hmph, I'd like to see if they really have the ability to request a meeting with you."

  Half an hour later, Yichen, Jester, Chekhov and Phil formed a table of mahjong. Originally, Jester only played poker, but under Yichen's strong influence, he had become obsessed with this ancient Chinese game over the past two years. Suddenly, a commotion came from outside, Cain quickly stood up, put the large gun in his waistband, and quickly walked out.

  Fay looked at Cain and whispered: "Boss, shall I go out and take a look?"

  Yi Chen shook his head: "Nonsense, what are you going out to do? Show off your power in front of so many people? Maybe we should just get rid of everyone here and silence them once and for all?" Cain had a plan.

  Outside, a dozen or so of Cain's Germanic giants had swiftly drawn their weapons from the hidden compartments in the house and casually donned jackets before following Cain out.

  More than 30 black men who were watching the scene stood in the middle of the dance floor, staring at a dozen or so white men wearing black suits on the opposite side. Two large black men covered their wrists and stood behind them with a fierce look in their eyes, looking like they had been taken advantage of.

  Cain's low voice signaled to the terrified guests around him: "Sorry, tonight everyone's consumption is on our boss. Please enjoy various wines and drinks... Also, please don't panic, we can handle things quickly and won't harm anyone."

  After finishing, he silently pressed forward to the two black suits in front of him, a surge of murderous aura erupted from his body, and he coldly said in German: "Give you ten seconds to disappear, otherwise, all consequences will be borne by yourselves."

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk, too impolite... Dear sir, we are here to see your boss..." A young man wearing a light yellow suit, with a smile all over his face, slender build, and slightly nervous hands that kept shaking, came up and said in smooth German, while also complaining: "You spoke English so fluently just now, why do you want to use German with us?"

  Cain slowly approached him, his eyes revealing a hint of bloody intent, his hand unconsciously reaching for the waistband, and in a low, menacing tone said: "If you don't get out of here, I'll take care of you right away... damn Russian." From this young man's voice, Cain detected a hint of a Russian Far Eastern accent.

  The Russian's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Cain and the bulging waistlines of the Germans behind him. He licked his lips, spread his hands and said: "We came to make friends with your boss, but we didn't expect you to be so unkind. I'm leaving now, but if anything happens, don't regret it." He immediately turned around and led his subordinates out.

  Cain made a gesture, the deafening music flew back quickly, and he followed closely behind the Germans. According to his consistent argument, since the enemy had come to their doorstep, it was most appropriate to take them down at the first opportunity. Cain also deeply believed that his boss would agree with his views.

  The leading Russian heard the rapid footsteps behind him, his face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "This group of lunatics, no wonder the boss wants to cooperate with them. Damn it, they actually caught up... We didn't have much to do with them, damn it, let's hurry up, fortunately we were prepared." They didn't have time to get on the car, if Cain and his men insisted on opening fire, then after getting on the car, in case the fuel tank exploded, they would die even faster. A group of Russians cautiously and quickly walked towards the dark street ahead.

  Cain and his men caught up in big strides. Cain called out in a low voice, "Russian friends, stop, the scenery here is very good."

  Suddenly, the front was bright with snow, and the headlights of ten cars were turned on at the same time. It was unclear how many people were hiding behind the cars, all of whom had made the sound of cocking their guns. Cain's subordinates could be said to be elite, quickly dodging into the shadows by the side of the road, not giving the opponent any chance, and swiftly pulling out the firearms from under their clothes.

  The flaxen-haired Russian in the suit wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and smiled as he stopped. Just now when Cain's group was chasing after him, that air of indifference had almost driven him mad; but now with reinforcements arriving, he could relax. Smiling, he said loudly to those behind him: "Dear sir, you must be Mr. Cain? Come out and talk, haha, we don't have any malicious intentions... at least not for now... I am Fattadio."

  A cold voice came from the shadows behind: "Dear Fattadio, you'd better order all your men to lay down their arms, otherwise, the first one to die will be you."

  Two bullets shot from a pistol with silencer grazed Fattori's scalp and hit the utility pole near Cain. Fattori said calmly, "OK, Mr. Yi, is that you? I give up, but if you don't give me a chance, you'll regret it later." He then signaled his subordinates to put down their weapons.

  Yi Chen, dressed in a snow-white suit, appeared like a ghostly figure embracing Feili. The surrounding black men, who were watching the scene, held heavy firearms such as shotguns and machine guns, glaring fiercely at Fattadio's group.

  Cain led the charge, swiftly disarming the Russians and clearing their weapons. Yichen walked up to Fattadio, releasing Phil's waist, and with one hand pushed Fattadio's shoulder, pinning him against the car hood behind. In a cold tone, he said: "Dear friend, you brought 57 gunmen in, very impressive, I admire your family's strength. In a place like Britain, you managed to bring so many firearms into the country, tsk-tsk, and you even brought 57 gunmen into London without us having any wind of it, I'm very curious. So, I'll give you a chance to talk to me, but if your topic can't pique my interest, I'll kill you for disturbing my Zì-mó." His right fist demonstratively swung twice above Fattadio's head.

  Ten minutes later, in the underground parking lot behind 'Chinatown', Fatahio brought his subordinates and said to Yichun with a hint of helplessness: "Sorry, I..."

  Yi Chen flicked off the cigar ash and said coldly, "Don't waste my evening time, I have very important things to do every night, please get to the point."

  Fatah Dio said quickly: "You are now the most powerful boss in London, our boss wants to cooperate with you, control a company, give you 45% shares, and then we launder money, you can get 10% benefit."

  Yi Chen glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Is that all? I'm taking the risk of registering an enterprise for you, and I can only get 10% of the money?" His hand rose slightly, and Cain's team raised their guns equipped with silencers.

  Fatadi hurriedly said: "Mr. Yichun, we plan to circulate about 2 billion US dollars in London every year, and give you 10% as a commission, which is..."

  "2 billion US dollars? Haha, you're giving me 200 million for free every year? Then I start to doubt your words again."

  Fatiao was pressed by Yichun and said quickly: "Mr. Yichun, listen to my explanation. Money laundering is one aspect, another aspect is that the UK may get rid of its conservative policy and formally join the Eurozone. Our boss has confidence in making a big profit within their new financial system before they fully integrate into the European continent. We need someone with influence in London to help us... So now you are the most powerful person in the entire underground forces of London, we must cooperate with you."

  "Ah ha, you know the UK is finally getting rid of the pound system? They're going to join the Euro! This news is too wonderful! Ah, dear friends, please come to our VIP lounge, I'm really sorry about what just happened. Oh, I believe we'll definitely have a bright future for cooperation. Mr. Cain, what are you still doing here? Treat these Russian friends with your best dark beer... no, wait, go get a few dozen of the best vodka right away, hurry up!"

  Yi Chen rarely had a chance to practice at night, and as he talked with Fattahdio, they became more and more cheerful. They spent the whole evening discussing how they would make waves when Britain joined the Euro system in the future. Fattahdio slightly revealed his boss's secrets and made it clear that he used this name because he didn't want to involve his boss. Yi Chen expressed deep understanding: "After all, your boss is the administrative head of a region in that country, can't be too excessive, dear, I understand... Chikov, come over and have some vodka with your fellow countryman, you're both from near Moscow, real old friends..."

  Mr. Fattah said their requirements: "We require to control a British company that can be listed and has a clean background. Of course, Mr. Yi needs to get a brighter identity and cooperate with us, I think it's easy for you to do this, right?"

  "Everything is fine, we just need to discuss some specific details...hmm, the century-old steel factory in Manchester or the large export company in Liverpool, many of them have a brand but no business, I can take them over, of course, your boss also needs to give me some financial support..."

  Fatiao said with a mouthful: "Absolutely no problem, we have already obtained detailed plans from within the EU about Britain joining the Eurosystem. We will thoroughly grasp that company in our hands within one year, and then...our boss says, according to the proportion of investment, we will divide the final profit, Mr. Yichen should not object, right?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "This is a reasonable thing, why should I oppose it? We will be friends in the future, your family's business in the UK, if I can help, I absolutely won't make excuses."

  The two hands clasped together. Fatahio was surprised by Yichens' firm and powerful hand, while Yichen thought to himself: "This guy's sympathetic nerves are sick... damn it, his hand is all sweaty..."