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  Yi Chen thought for a long time, then shook his head and said: "Mr. Phil, please tell Mr. Wiggins that I suddenly feel unwell and don't want to see any guests, so please forgive me... That's all, and also, find out which country those Asians are from... No, no need, no need to check, I don't want to have anything to do with them, that's it." Phil nodded and retreated. Yi Chen 'saw' the disappointment on Wiggins' face and the angry expressions of the men in black suits, the leader with a small mustache turned around silently and left, Wiggins helplessly spread his hands and chatted with Phil for a while before leaving as well.

  Yali stabilized his position, while several of his political opponents suffered a series of misfortunes at home, probably offending the god of plague. Their subordinates and related businesses had one accident after another, while Yali used his power and controlled media to launch a crazy attack on them. Very simply, Yali almost didn't encounter any decent resistance and succeeded in taking over the administrative chief position of that big district.

  Extremely excited, Ali was grateful to Yichun and readily agreed to let him share the profits of the sniper operation, which meant that Yichun could get 50% of the total profit. Yichun naturally understood that this was Ali's way of repaying him and a disguised form of bribery. After understanding Yichun's real strength, Ali would not be content with just making Yichun his ordinary ally; he would definitely try every means to strengthen their relationship.

  Fatadi began to settle in London, directing a team of people to prepare for the turmoil when Britain's currency system was incorporated into the euro zone. Chikov rented a house in the London suburbs under his own name, gathered a group of high-level hackers from his circle, and they converged on the small villa, starting a crazy and absurd attack campaign. These pot-smoking hackers had tremendous destructive power, and some of the British government's most confidential information was stolen by them bit by bit, making it easy for Dust to revel in the thrill.

  Let's let go of these money-making people for now. Yi Chen is interested in these matters, but he really doesn't understand them, so he can only be a comprehensive coordinator and cannot truly join in, so he can only worry about other things.

  Fabio was calm and peaceful on that side, under the command of Yichun, he began to deliberately curry favor with his brother Bafati. According to Fabio's words: "I'm now like a slave in ancient Rome serving the elder of the Senate..." He was very dissatisfied, but he had to admit that Bafati seemed to trust him more, and he had secretly transferred or embezzled tens of millions of dollars into a special account opened by Yichun for him.

  Ferris forced Phil and Goll to accompany her shopping, buying some small handbag decorations and other trinkets. Although she wore a silver tight-fitting dress all year round, she was absolutely not casual about other small things, which was also one of the most headache-inducing things for Phil and Goll.

  Yi Chen sat bored in the 23rd floor office, 'supervising' a few female clerks 'working hard'. In fact, they didn't have much to do. The steel produced by Manchester's steel mill was sold directly to domestic construction sites, which was an old channel and there was nothing worth importing or exporting. Of course, these female clerks were still very useful, basically becoming the mistresses of Phil and Gore, who only considered their appearance when recruiting, without considering their abilities.

  Yi Chen lazily watched as three men wearing black cassocks slowly walked by on the main street. About three minutes later, another group of priests passed by. Yi Chen muttered to himself: "Damn it, what are these foreign monks doing running around everywhere? Are there that many churches in London? It's weird, today is Saturday, why aren't these damned priests preaching?"

  Suddenly, several smiling priests walked over from the opposite street, carrying several bags in their hands, which were stuffed with a lot of things. From the labels that peeked out from the side, Yicun's sharp eyes saw the small words on them: "High-grade cashmere blanket. Made in India."

  Yi Chen felt something was off, his divine sense slightly moved and began to radiate outward, instantly covering nearly half of London's range. Although he couldn't pinpoint every individual, the places where his divine sense reached, roughly had people with superpowers that Yi Chen could perceive. Yi Chen suddenly jumped up, knocking over his boss chair, scaring the female clerks in the outer room who shivered all over, but they cleverly pretended to have heard nothing.

  Within the range that Yidun can perceive, there are at least over three hundred individuals with strong abilities, carrying sacred powers. Some of these powerful individuals even sensed Yidun's faint divine thoughts and immediately hid their auras. Yidun muttered to himself: "Damn it, what are these guys doing in London? Are they from the Vatican coming to pick a fight because of last time's incident? What's the current Pope's name again? He wouldn't think of going head-to-head with the Dark Council, would he? Damn, this is getting interesting."

  He quickly dialed Chekhov's cell phone: "Chekhov, you bastard, what is Jest doing there with you?"

  Chekhov's excited voice came over: "Boss, let's celebrate! We've got the code for Stormwind Company's latest online game more than 50% done... Oh my god, boss, is that you? Jest, Jest was smoking weed and drinking last night, and even found some chicks to have a sexy party with. Oh, boss, Jest has corrupted us all!" Realizing he had misspoken, Chekhov frantically splashed dirty water on Jest, who lay motionless like a dead dog on the couch and definitely wouldn't be objecting now.

  "Shut up, can you still drive? Hopefully the booze and dope haven't sucked the life out of you... Hurry up and bring Jester here, and tell those friends of yours to behave themselves for the next few days, got it?"

  Chekhov stuttered: "Drive? Oh, no problem, no problem, boss, I'm still very sober...Damn it, send Jester to your place? Is it the old house? Yeah...Okay, don't worry, boss, an hour later, I'll send him over, guaranteed nothing will happen, don't worry, I'm in great spirits now." He hung up the phone with a crash, making Yichun's heart tense for a moment.

  "Alright, I've thought it through. Easy, get Phil to take some men to Chekhov's place and bring Jester back... If they encounter any trouble on the way, take out anyone who gets in their way and any witnesses, and make sure Jester is brought back home safely. If he tries anything funny, knock him out for me... Hmm, those two are evenly matched, so it should be fine. Have Babe and Goll go with Phil, yeah, that's the plan."

  Yi Chen looked at the priests and fathers walking back and forth on the street with a somewhat gloomy expression, their density much higher than usual. Occasionally, one or two young people from the religious tribunal would walk by with cold faces. Looking at them, they didn't seem to have any particular purpose, probably just like students strolling around after school. Yi Chen sighed: "What are these Vatican masters doing here now?"

  Yi Chen made a rough estimate of his own strength and that of the priests, and said seriously, "My realm is far beyond what these priests can imagine. However, if we're talking about absolute strength, twenty priests could take me down. After all, even a great hero can't withstand a large number of people. No matter how strong I am, if twenty priests were to attack me with their 'Holy Light Cross Swords', I wouldn't be able to withstand it. Unless I were to go all out and kill them, maybe I could take out over a hundred of them. But Yi Chen wasn't foolish enough to risk being hunted down by the entire Church. Thinking about the tens of thousands of priests, the judges of the Tribunal, or the direct members of the Crusaders who would be chasing him with knives every day, Yi Chen's scalp began to tingle."

  Yi Chen shook his head, picked up the windbreaker on the ground, and didn't even bother to help himself up from his chair. He put on his clothes and walked out, leaving behind a very irresponsible sentence: "Everyone has been working hard lately, if you're too tired, you can take three or four days off, consider it a holiday from me, your boss... Don't worry, your salary will still be paid." The girls' faces lit up with joy, and after Yi Chen left the office for five minutes, they all giggled and picked up their small bags to leave, ending their workday.

  He drove to the parking lot, started his rarely used BMW, and slowly headed towards Ludgate Hill in western London. As he drove along the highway for a while, when Yichen could see the cross on top of St Paul's Cathedral from afar, indeed, the figures of priests on the road became more and more frequent.

  Yi Chen nodded slightly: "Indeed, it's no wonder that this is the church where the Archbishop of London resides. My decision to come here to gather information was correct."

  Yi Chen stopped his car far away and walked towards the main hall of the church on foot. In front of the church, many tourists and priests were mixed together in the small square, but tourists could only stroll around the entrance because some polite but absolutely unyielding young priests guarded the entrance of the great hall, and no non-clergy personnel could enter. Yi Chen stopped in front of the statue of Queen Anne on the square, smiled and looked around, slightly bowed to the statue of Saint Paul on the gate wall, and then asked a priest next to him with a devout face: "Praise God, may the Lord bless us... What's going on? Why..." He looked at the blocked tourists.

  The reverend gentleman replied to him, "I'm sorry, devout subject, the Holy See has a meeting here that is extremely important, so, because it was a last-minute decision, no notice was given."

  At this time, many police cars came over, apparently at the request of the church, and these police also came to assist in maintaining order. In short, it was just setting up a few police lines and "inviting" all the tourists outside.

  Yi Chen was also invited out, he shrugged his shoulders, smiled and got into his BMW, speeding away.

  Jester was jumping around in the room, yelling at Chekhov: "Damn it, you hit three utility poles and a police car with your driving, oh God damn it, why didn't the Virgin Mary use a holy light to kill this bastard? I almost got detained by the police... what's going on?"

  Phil and Goll stood at the bar, one frantically wiping down a beer mug, the other scrubbing a coffee pot with a grin plastered on their faces as they watched Chekhov shrink into a tight ball under Jester's wrathful glare, not daring to make a peep. Kane was still sitting in his usual spot playing with his violent toys while Phyllis giggled and sprawled out on the couch surrounded by a pile of trinkets. No one dared intervene for Jester, so freshly freed from the haze of marijuana, he grew even more reckless and belligerent as he tore into Chekhov.

  As soon as Yichun entered the door, Chekhov rushed to Yichun's legs like he had seen his dearest mother, shouting loudly: "Oh God, my dearest boss, you've finally come back! Stop this damned Jest for me... I just drank two bottles of vodka and slightly bumped into something, and he blamed me like that... Anyway, not a single skin was hurt on him, but instead, I, the driver, got a concussion!"

  Yi Chen took a look at Chekhov, and indeed there was an egg-sized lump on his forehead. Coupled with his tearful and nasal expression, it looked even more comical. Yi Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Damn it, don't say anything else... Hmm, something strange has happened, let's discuss it and see what's going on."

  Yi Chen gave a detailed account of what he had discovered, then pretended to be nonchalant and said: "I reckon that those who can sense my divine thoughts and gather their breath are likely to have the status of a bishop in a diocese. They're not easy to deal with. What do they want to come to London for? Are they going to turn against the Dark Council?"

  Jie Si had long stopped shouting, his face was pale as he sat on the sofa, subconsciously stroking the sword scar on his face, with a fierce and murderous look in his eyes, as if he would rush out and kill someone at any moment.

  Everyone was silent for half a day, and after a long time, Feili hesitantly said: "Last time, when the big dog bear and others were finished, it seemed that there were two people from the religious court present, could it be them..."

  Jester Gamba said, "It's impossible. If they were high-ranking clergy of the Vatican, they would only make a big fuss if they were forced to back down. The Inquisition never does anything useless. For the sake of two second-rate acolytes' face, they wouldn't even move a single hair, unless those powerful old ghosts in the Inquisition were raped, then they might mobilize so many people."

  "What do you think is so important, then?" asked Easy. "Is the Pope coming to London or something? Ah yes, I believe the current Pope is quite young, what's his name again?"

  Jester hummed a few times, didn't speak, and gently stroked the scars on his face with one finger at a time. His blood-red tongue lightly licked his lips, and a thread of dark, deep breath slowly emanated from him.

  One of Kane's subordinates knocked lightly on the door, and Kane called out: "Come in."

  The big Han bowed respectfully to Yee and said: "Boss, something interesting. A man claiming to be Earl White wants to see you."

  "Ah? Earl White Jade? How interesting, an earl visiting a mere honorary lifetime knight like me. It's almost...amusing. Very well, very interesting. Have him wait in the second-floor reception hall." The big man walked out, and Easy Dust nodded slightly: "Phil, Gol, find out some information about those cult gatherings, but don't be too obvious...Chikov, continue with your work, Philibert darling, come with me to see this Earl White Jade."

  He paused, and then Yi Chen said coldly: "Mr. Jester, please go to the underground training room for closed-door cultivation now. If you cause trouble because of your own reasons, you know what kind of punishment you will receive... Remember what I told you, after you have a certain amount of power, you can do as you please, but for now, please quietly and honestly go downstairs to cultivate. Mr. Cain, keep a close eye on Jester, if he dares to make any sudden moves, I don't mind you putting some lovely chemicals in his food and water."

  Yi Chen and Feili hid in the dark grid of the living room, secretly sizing up the white Earl of Gade in the living room. If his title was indeed as he said it was. His black wavy hair fell to his shoulders, his handsome face had a hint of evil charm, and his clothes were the embodiment of the best Italian tailor's elegant style, including his sheepskin boots, which were purely handmade.

  At this moment, White Chord was also doing something that didn't match his noble status. He held a small, exquisite magnifying glass in his hand and carefully examined the oil paintings on the wall of the reception hall. In a low voice, he muttered in Italian: "Oh God, it's so wonderful! This fake guy is really a master... Hmm, this water lily is truly a top-notch imitation, a masterpiece among fakes! Who could have such craftsmanship? Damn it, was it Jix or Hank? Yeah, it must be one of them..."

  Yi Chen smiled softly and secretly, looking like a connoisseur of refined artistic taste. Hmm, people like him love to give themselves noble titles, but their aristocratic titles are often from some Polish state's hundred-year-old honorifics - who knows if they're still valid today? Of course, another not-so-refined term for this profession is "art thief" or "art forger". Anyway, it all falls within that category.

  Yi Chen took out his own jade pendant and gently played with it in his fingers, opening the secret door and walking out with Feili.

  Upon hearing the noise, Bai Jiatian swiftly jumped back to the center of the room, the magnifying glass in his hand miraculously disappearing. A thread of elegant and noble smile hung on his face as he slightly bowed towards Yi Chen, then seemed to be about to kiss the back of Fei Li's hand, but was unfortunately stopped by Fei Li's extremely cold gaze.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Dear Earl, please sit down, there's nothing good to entertain you with, just have a drink of rum from the Mediterranean, I think you should like this flavor... I have ten-year-old fine rum here."

  Bai Jiatu smiled and sat down on the sofa opposite Yidun, taking over the wine glass handed to him by Ge'er.

  Yi Chen and he exchanged a sharp glance, carefully observing each other before Yi Chen said calmly: "What brings Mr. Bai Jia De here? I don't have much interest in collecting art pieces."

  Bai Jiade glanced around and changed the subject: "Someone recommended that I say Mr. Yichun is a very powerful person, and we hope to get the care of a powerful boss, of course, it's beneficial for us to cooperate."

  Yi Chen lightly rotated the jade pendant in his hand, and Bai Jia De's greedy eyes quickly fixed on this snow-like crystal transformed jade pendant. He swallowed hard and forcibly shifted his gaze away, saying: "Mr. Yi Chen, I do have some small matters to discuss with you this time."

  Yi Chen didn't show too much interest and said lightly: "Oh? Is that so? Well, in that case, it's quite good. Please go on."

  "Mr. Yichun, our organization is a global, professional institution for collecting cultural relics," said Bai Jiade in an exaggerated tone. "Our mission is to revive the vitality of ancient art pieces in the world. We are a group of elegant artists with the same goal, so we came together. Now, we need an agent in London... and someone introduced us, saying that Mr. Yichun would be the most ideal partner."

  Yi Chen said coldly, "But I only need partners that I acknowledge, and I don't trust the man who introduced you. Who told you that I'm a reliable partner? Was it Wiggins or...?"

  Bai Jiatu was taken aback, and Yi Chen quickly said: "Perhaps you don't have any introducer, but just found us through some rumors?"

  Bai Jiade smiled awkwardly: "You see, Mr. Yi Chen, I don't intend to deceive you in any way. We only need a little bit of your help, just a little bit of assistance. Our business has huge profits, some buyers in the Middle East are very interested in certain special goods. With just a little bit of your help, we can earn back tens of millions, hundreds of millions of US dollars."

  "Sorry, Earl, I'm a legitimate businessman, I never do anything illegal. The British Museum and the Tower of London aren't that easy to sneak into... I'm a legitimate businessman."

  Bai Jiatu swiftly picked up where Yi Chen left off, urging him on: "Mr. Yi, there's no risk, none at all! Hehe, this is still a secret, a secret... Hmm, we have a buyer offering 200 million US dollars to acquire it, do you know that? 200 million US dollars, and we can give Mr. Yi a 25% profit."

  Bai Jiade looked at Yi Chen with a sly gaze, hoping that the 50 million US dollars would move Yi Chen's heart.

  Yi Chen now doesn't take $50 million seriously. Not to mention that Fattah's plan may bring in tens of billions of dollars, and even Fabio's side can get tens of billions of funds at any time. For the sake of a mere $50 million, Yi Chen doesn't think it's wise to cooperate with Bai Jia De and his organization.

  Yi Chen bowed his head, stood up, and smiled: "I'm sorry, Viscount Bai Jia De. I, Yi Chen, am a proper businessman. I've never done anything beyond my duties. I really apologize."

  Bai Jiade was a bit anxious, speaking quickly: "Mr. Yichun, there's no risk at all, none at all. 50 million US dollars, and we have many projects ready to cooperate with someone like you... Ah, are you interested in the London Tower? We can negotiate well." Phil had already very rudely pushed Bai Jiade towards the door.

  Bai Jiade was pushed to the door, and he made a desperate cry: "Mr. Yichun, it's just something guarded by some monks, there's no danger at all! Think about it, as long as you enter St. Paul's Church and take out that thing, it's 50 million US dollars!"

  Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he burst out laughing coldly. No danger? Breaking into the current St. Paul's Church is called no danger? This Lord Bai Jia De really is... quite cute. But what exactly was that thing? Could it be related to this time's priests' abnormal gathering?

  Yi Chen smiled: "Mr. Phil, please let Earl Whitaker in, I think we can have a detailed talk... Of course, Mr. Whitaker, I don't want you to deceive me, otherwise, your body will appear in the Thames tomorrow..."

  Bai Jiatu rushed into the living room with a look of crazy joy, completely disregarding Yidun's last threatening sentence. He automatically sat down in his previous position, picked up his wine glass and took a swig.