Goodbye beast

  Fiona was packing her bags in the room, and the affairs on this side of Manchester were almost completed. It can be said that everything used to fill the door has been prepared. Anyway, this smelter didn't make money from it, just needed its shell as a regular legitimate company. Yichen needs to return to London to handle things over there, and doesn't have time to waste in Manchester.

  Especially, Yì Chén has been very puzzled recently. According to the strength of the star power accumulated in his body, it has far exceeded the first time he gathered into a stellar nucleus. However, for the past week, Yì Chén has been unable to let the stellar nucleus take shape in his body. Although his physical body has recovered to its most perfect state, Yì Chén, who is used to having superhuman strength, still feels like something is missing.

  Everything is because of the existence of that weak alien true energy. Every time a star core is about to take shape, it always rushes out to push it forward and then completely destroys the balance of the four-image cycle, losing all its efforts. So Yidun hasn't been very happy lately and doesn't want to stay in Manchester, a city without any special features. Perhaps Yidun's evaluation of Manchester is a bit excessive, but he, who doesn't like football, indeed has no good feelings towards this somewhat dilapidated city.

  Someone was lightly knocking on Yidun's door. From the way he knocked, which was both heavy and light at the same time, as well as the thick yet piercing sound that came from the door, it could be heard that the one knocking was either Phil or Goll, two brothers who were born with supernatural powers to control the earth and air. Their daily movements carried their own unique mark of power, making it easy for Yidun to distinguish between them. If it were Jester knocking on the door, there would definitely be a series of rapid and urgent knocks, with a sharp and high-pitched sound.

  Yi Chen murmured, "Come in, what's up?"

  Phil walked in and bowed slightly, saying: "Boss, the head of our factory's labor union wants to see you. Would you like to meet him?"

  Yi Chen thought for a moment and murmured: "How much longer until the train?"

  "Two more hours. It takes thirty-seven minutes from the hotel to the train station."

  Yi Chen stood up, put the crystal box on the table into the inner pocket of his chest, tidied up his long hair and his crisp white tailcoat, moved his neck, hung a gentle smile in front of the mirror, cleared his throat, and uttered a few soft syllables, satisfied with following Phil out.

  The chairman of the factory union was a lean, over 190 cm tall man in his fifties, with a long head, a curved eagle nose, and two gray eyes that revealed a strange expression. Goll and Jester were standing about five meters away from him, politely but forcefully sizing him up, especially Jester's gaze, which contained a hint of scrutiny.

  However, the chairman of this union seems to be very confident in his appearance and is not moved by the measurement of two people. Indeed, his black suit, although not an expensive brand, is neat and straight, with a small silver chain passing through a buttonhole on his cuff, and the small badge at the end proves that he belongs to an ancient organization 'Brotherhood'.

  Yi Chen directly used his divine sense to see through the person in charge of benefiting thousands of workers in his factory. Hmm, Yi Chen discovered something very interesting and smiled, saying: "Please sit down, Gor, call a waiter to bring some drinks over. This is..."

  The man sat down on the sofa opposite Yidun and said in a low, powerful voice: "Call me Wester, Hou Jin Wester."

  "Ah, Mr. Wester, what brings you to me today? Are you dissatisfied with me? Or does your organization have some demands for our new boss? Do you want a raise in salary? Do you want an increase in benefits? Please don't be reserved, speak up! We Chinese are a generous people, and I am even more so. Present your requests, I won't refuse the reasonable demands of those loyal and hardworking individuals who contribute to my wealth."

  A faint smile squeezed out on the gaunt face of Weist, and he nodded his head saying: "You are a good boss, dear Mr. Yi. However, I didn't come here to make these demands. The welfare you currently provide us is already enough to satisfy even the most demanding workers; if we still make financial demands, then that would be our fault for not knowing what's good for us."

  Yi Chen leaned back a bit, twisting his upper body to get more comfortable. Gorl pushed over a small cart of wine and personally poured two glasses which he handed to Yi Chen and Wester. Yi Chen raised his glass in a toast, Wester smiled and returned the gesture, taking a sip before looking at Phil with some surprise, saying: "Good wine, Mr. Yi, you have a very good bartender."

  Yi Chen smiled and said, "So, Mr. Weisite, what do you need? Or should I say, would you like me to give you a small share of the company's stock? I'm a generous person, and when it comes to people like you, I've never been stingy. Having one more friend means having one more path in the future, doesn't it? How much stock do you need?"

  West shook his head slightly and said, "I'm amazed at your generosity and frankness, but I didn't come for that... To be straightforward, I think I've reached the age of retirement. I should recommend a trustworthy and reliable young man to take over my position. After all, although the factory union chairman is not a very high-ranking position, it's an important one for the workers in this factory."

  Yi Chen made a slight gesture and burst out laughing: "No problem, no problem, haha! You recommend a young person you approve of to take over your position, I absolutely have no opinion... Of course, as the chairman of this special department, the union, he should get the recognition of all workers, shouldn't he?"

  West nodded and smiled: "Well, then there's no problem. His name is Alf, a reliable and capable young fellow who will assist Mr. Easy. You may be sure of that. Alf has a very high standing among the workmen in the factory; indeed, his reputation extends even beyond Manchester. Who in the industrial districts does not know that Alf is a good fellow?"

  Yi Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, a unique glint flashed across his face, and he chuckled: "Dear Mr. Wester, has Mr. Ouf arrived? Let me see him, haha, after all, he is the next union chairman of my factory. Or should I say, you left such a lovely young man alone outside? Phil, please let Mr. Ouf in."

  Phil walked out in big strides and about a minute later Phil came back in with Oaf.

  Tall and robust, with a physique that rivals Phil's and Goll's, his inverted triangular upper body exudes boundless vitality from his thick arms. His handsome and simple face still retains a hint of freshness untainted by worldly influences, but beneath his eyes lies a thread of peculiar hatred that only people like Yidun can understand.

  Yi Chen smiled, this lovely, loyal and highly respected Mr. Aofu, wasn't he the same lovable werewolf Mr. Aofu who ravaged human flesh, went crazy under the moonlight, and slaughtered over a hundred people?

  Yi Chen stood up, walked over enthusiastically, grasped Ouf's large hand and said warmly: "Ah ha, Mr. Ouf? Hmm, Mr. Weisi indeed didn't recommend the wrong person, we Chinese people attach great importance to first impressions, the feeling you give me is simply wonderful, simply wonderful."

  Weister also stood up and said with a sense of accomplishment: "So, Mr. Yi, do you have any other questions?"

  Yi Chen put on a merchant's demeanor and said with some embarrassment, "So, there is only one problem left. In order to make it reliable in the legal process and not let those people locally take advantage of our loopholes, we just need to hold a workers' general election, right?"

  Weiss and Off's eyes revealed an unexpectedly calm expression, Off seemed to be not quite used to speaking so intimately with a 'person', he withdrew his hand, stuttering slightly: "So, very well, universal suffrage? No problem, the brothers in the factory will support me, hmm, Mr. Yi, rest assured, everything will be fine."

  Yi Chen La pulled the two men down, personally pouring them a cup of high-quality French Port wine and said: "So, to show respect and support for the newly appointed Chairman Mr., I will increase the workers' wages after Mr. Ou's election, every hour, each worker will increase by one pound sterling, do you agree?"

  Mr. Yi was too generous, you are the most open-minded boss I have ever seen, and I believe that after you take over the factory, it will definitely improve." After finishing speaking, he looked at Off.

  Aofu nodded and said, "Please rest assured, I will discuss with the workers to improve production efficiency. Of course, many production machines need the boss to invest in updating them, you see..."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, damn it, investing in new machines? We're not really running a steel mill here, but... thinking of Ouf's true identity and the considerable power he sensed from Vest, Yi Chen smiled: "So, I'll discuss with the other major shareholders, we'll update the necessary production equipment as soon as possible. Of course, daily management will still require Mr. Ouf's strong cooperation."

  Ov nodded naturally, and Vest also said it was good beside him. It's natural to update the machinery, it can't be decided by one shareholder, especially this steel mill, after all, Fatadio occupies 55% of the shares, it's better for them to pay more money.

  "Mr. Weist, so what are your plans after retirement?"

  It seems that Wester didn't expect Yichen to have this question, and after a slight hesitation, he organized his words and said: "After retirement? Hmm, I think I'll travel around the UK once, because I'm really interested in British castles... Then, probably go back to the European mainland to explore, actually, I'm a crazy fan of medieval castles, might want to visit those castle owners all over Europe, and explore some strange scenery."

  Yi Chen lightly applauded and smiled, pulled out a checkbook, signed a blank check and handed it to Wester: "Mr. Wester, this is just a little something."

  Vester's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a seemingly smiling but actually evasive tone: "This, isn't it unnecessary? Mr. Yi, we're already very grateful for your strong support in the matter of becoming the union chairman at Oufu..."

  Yi Chen said seriously, "I'm a businessman, so businessmen always like to measure everything with money. I think Mr. Wester is a worthy person to get along with, especially with the addition of Mr. Ouf's relationship. In the future, in business and many other aspects, we will need people like you who have prestige and influence locally to support us. Is it not a pleasure for you to accept such a small token?"

  Weston licked his lips, glanced at Yidun's eyes, and saw a thoroughly cunning gaze of a swindler. He smiled with relief, took the check, and unceremoniously put it into his own wallet. At the same time, he pointed to Off and said: "So, I won't be polite either, Mr. Yi. Next time in Manchester's Labour Party election, I hope you can... Ah, opinions from a big boss like you with economic strength are very necessary for our help and support."

  Yi Chen showed a look of understanding, with a clever and calculating expression on her face for half a day, before finally breaking into a smile.

  Ouf and Weist laughed at the same time and bid farewell.

  After waiting for the two to be sent far away by Gol, Yichun stroked his chin thoughtfully and said: "Dear Jester, you say, is our factory a den of werewolves or thousand-year-old vampires? What a lively place."

  Jester furrowed his brow: "That's not the case, they can't gather too many in one place either. I'm afraid they're looking for you, Oph, because of some interests, and your strength is still not weak."

  Yi Chen corrected his view: "It's not that he's not weak, but rather very strong. Don't underestimate him. If a conflict really arises in the future and you still think he's just not weak, it would be better for you to commit suicide early on... Of course, I won't let such conflicts happen. Haha, they use us, why can't we use them?"

  Jester looked puzzled.

  Yi Chen said viciously, "As long as we give them a little sweetness in the future and make them think that some things must be done by us, what if someone touches our interests? Are they afraid to help us out behind their backs? It's not necessary for it to be a well-fed dog to send it out to bite people."

  Jester and Phil nodded in agreement with Yichen's words.

  As for Weist and Ouf, after walking out of the hotel where Yidun was staying, Ouf hesitated a bit before saying: "Officer, I think this Yidun has an air about him that's hard to see through, he's a bit mysterious, what kind of person is he really?"

  "Wei Si said with a sharp face: 'You can't see through him, if it wasn't for your sister's accident, you wouldn't have woken up, you don't understand many things at all, how could you possibly see through someone with multiple identities and backgrounds?'"

  "Easy, a Chinese man, snuck into the UK over three years ago and got his residency in just half a year. He then started fighting his way up the underworld, using money and violence to attract capable underlings. Now he's one of the more powerful figures in London's underworld... Oh, and that big bear's territory? He took it over too. As for now, due to some plans unrelated to us, he's started cooperating with a Russian mafia family. Have you ever seen such an amazing person?"

  Ou Fu licked his lips and sighed: "So that's how it is, I thought he was a good person at first. It turns out he's also quite mysterious."

  "Mysterious? We're the most mysterious beings in the world, he's just a greedy and ruthless businessman. But I like businessmen, because as long as you give them enough benefits, they'll work their butts off for us, got it? Once you take office, whip those damned human workers into shape, he didn't invest so much money in us to look at your young face."

  Ou Fu nodded in understanding, but suddenly asked with a puzzled expression: "What if he finds out our true identities? Who knows what he'll do then."

  Vester burst out laughing: "Humans like them, if they knew our true identities, would either be scared to death or would be eager to lick our butts in order to get some benefits from us... Of course, I believe that Easy Dust is the latter type, haha! Ah, you have to work hard and try your best to maintain a good relationship with Easy Dust's people. If you can secure the right to represent the Labor Party in the regional election, we will fully support you in becoming a big shot in this region. This is also what the Council has promised you, got it?"

  Orf nodded, and Vest looked him up and down as if sizing up a pet. "You're such a perfect, excellent beastman," he said. "It's been ages since I've seen one like you. It brings back memories of the Middle Ages... those were wonderful times."

  The two had walked into a secluded alley, and Aof stared at Wester with an odd gaze, Wester licking his lips said: "You can't imagine the power of our unbridled desires, that almost controlled the entire European dark world... Oh, the wonderful feeling of the beautiful virgin's blood flowing through the throat... Our glory needs fresh blood like yours to revive."

  A wisp of divine soul was separated and retrieved, and he spat out a mouthful, saying: "Damn it, it turns out that it's an old vampire who has been alive since the Middle Ages. Hmm... I really look forward to the modern war between gods and demons, but I don't know which one is stronger between the Dark Council and the Vatican now."

  Seeing Jester idly playing with the thin flames on his hands, Yichen suddenly asked him: "Jester, which rank of the Inquisitorial class do you belong to in the Religious Tribunal?"

  Jester instinctively opened his mouth to answer: "Holy..." He suddenly shut his mouth, and gave Yichen a fierce glare. Yichen let out a string of eerie laughter that made Jester's head droop in fear.

  Yi Chen's mind began to construct the following despicable plot: "Jester was being hunted down by his own people, huh? Was it because he colluded with the Dark Council? Or was it because he practiced dark magic? Oh man, he wouldn't have actually seduced the Pope's daughter, would he? That's just awesome..."