A great wind rises

  Yi Chen got off the train with great enthusiasm, stretched his muscles and then turned around to beckon the young couple behind him: "Darling, come here, yes, you two... Ha, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, your old grandmother, I dare not provoke."

  The couple's faces changed, and they quickly separated, looking at Yidun in a daze.

  He walked past with a faint smile: "Sorry, I know M's 24-hour surveillance order hasn't been cancelled yet. What an unfortunate message. But now M and I are friends, real good friends, I think she won't be happy to have you two following me around. Especially when the gentlemen behind me have a bit of a violent tendency."

  Jester gazed evilly at the man's neck, Philgore stared at the lady with a strange smile on his face, and Feli rolled her eyes, feeling an urge to take down all four men... Of course, perhaps, Yichen should be left with half a life.

  Two young agents, who had obviously just started out, looked at Yī Chén with pitiful eyes. Yī Chén smiled and dialed the phone number of M's office: "Oh, dear old grandmother, I'm calling to wish you a good morning... No, how dare I intentionally disturb you? ... Oh, your office phone number? That's a problem, but I'll find a way to get it, my friends are many... Have you forgotten something?"

  "None?... Good heavens, you're so busy that... take back your little darlings, would you? I don't want my subordinates to accidentally separate their heads from their bodies... Just think of it, those handsome heads appearing on the highlands of Ireland and their bodies in the great bogs - what a pity! Yes, you said we were friends now, and friends shouldn't do this sort of thing. You shouldn't have people watching me anymore... Alright, I'll give them the phone, of course, it's better that way..."

  Yi Chen handed the phone over to the man. The male agent cautiously took the phone and put it close to his ear.

  M said weakly over the phone: "The surveillance team's mission is cancelled, everyone return to headquarters."

  The male agent said sharply: "Madam, may I ask, can you prove your identity?"

  A burst of fire shot up: "Damn it, you bunch of idiots, don't you know what kind of role you're dealing with? When I assigned the task, I reminded your leader David to be careful, careful and careful. Do I need to find out your internal identification number and deduct this year's special allowance? Wait, kid..."

  After about twenty seconds, M suddenly yelled on the phone: "MI-3792U28, get back to London for me..."

  The male agent's hand shook, almost throwing out Yidun's phone. Yidun quickly snatched the phone from his hand and muttered: "Motorola's latest product, with a built-in electromagnetic shield, can prevent others from peeking at information when using the internal computer, it's top-notch stuff... don't damage it, it's worth at least half of your annual salary."

  The male and female agents didn't say a word, directly walking towards the ticket office. Can you blame them? When David assigned the task, he didn't put his heart into it at all, specially choosing fresh graduates who had just crawled out of university to monitor Yi Chen, it was absolutely going to be a disaster.

  Yi Chen smiled and put away his phone, leading the way out of the station, saying loudly: "Ah, Manchester, this damned industrial city, really isn't a good place. How can someone think it's particularly charming to live here? Are we too backward? Have we lost touch with the world?"

  Jester said disinterestedly, "Boss, no matter where we live, as long as we can't see those damned clergy, it's paradise." His vicious and ill-intentioned gaze was fixed on the two nearby priests.

  "Darling, you... shouldn't do this. They're just ordinary priests, they don't have any powers. They're also pitiful people, heaven knows where they've been sent to preach... No, Jester, they aren't from the Vatican... The clothes are a bit similar, but..."

  Jester looked at them for half a day, then looked at the strange high-crowned black hat on their heads, and hummed: "Orthodox missionaries, well, consider themselves lucky, damn it..."

  Yi Chen smiled: "It seems that even Christian denominations will fight for power and profit. These two don't know what they're doing here, maybe they're preaching, maybe not, who knows? Let's go, let's go, first find a hotel, I want to send a letter."

  Yi Chen wore a thin silk glove and wrote a brief letter in that strange, ghostly script.

  Fēi Lì frowned: "Boss, what is this character? It doesn't seem like Chinese characters either."

  "Ah, Xiao Xuan, it's been a while since I've written anything. I'm a bit rusty now... Hmm, Phil, Air Express, make sure this letter is delivered safely to its destination, got it?"

  In Phil's puzzled gaze, Yichun manipulated his star power, and a thread of silver light seeped into the letter paper through his fingers. The entire letter was filled with a brilliant silver glow, which flashed suddenly and then subsided. A faint but clear aura emanated from the letter paper, and Yichun smiled, saying: "This way, we can ensure it reaches them... Hmm, hmm, Qingcheng Mountain... What's the name of that small town behind the mountain? Ah, I went there with my master when I was twelve to visit a fellow practitioner in the Xiangjiao Sect... Ah, it's called Yang Village. So, let's send the letter there."

  Yi Chen hooked his hand, and Phil walked over, carefully folding the letter and putting it in an envelope, sealing the opening.

  "Tell Phil to send the letter to Yang Village behind Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan, China. Just fill in any street name or a non-existent person's name... Have Phil take care of it and find a Chinese person on the street to help write the envelope."

  Fei Li looked at Yi Chen in confusion, Yi Chen spread his hands: "Now China uses simplified characters, I don't know how to write them... I can do oracle bones, bronze inscriptions and so on, but not simplified characters... I'm an old monster who crawled out of a tomb, darling."

  Fei Li laughed and bent her waist, then leaned into Yi Chen's arms.

  Watching Phil walk out in big strides, Jester lay on the sofa using a dragon-slaying dagger to pick his fingernails: "Boss, what do you mean by sending this letter?"

  Yi Chen gently stroked Feili's cool and refreshing long hair, smiling and saying: "This, I want to give Shitelong a little explanation... Maybe I can't deal with the Yamaguchi group and their ninjas, warriors, but Dunjia Sect is different. Hmm, Dunjia Sect and Wu Xing Sect are almost one sect, adding up to over 100 high-level experts in the Tianxing Sect's Daxuan boundary... Hehe, they also have other friendly sects, maybe Tianxing Sect will join hands too. If Master Tiexinzi takes action, he alone would be enough, but I guess it won't happen... Hmm, Dunjia, Wu Xing, Huawu, Yin Yang, Yujian, Tiantian, Dao De Sect won't let go of this opportunity to show their face, right?"

  Jie Si's hand shook, the sharp blade of the dragon-slaying dagger almost cut off his finger, and he stammered: "Boss, you're a bit too ruthless, aren't you? This is almost like a duel between Chinese Taoist priests and Japanese ninjas."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "You're kidding, Jest, this is what you call a duel? It's just a one-sided slaughter... Slaughter, not a duel. You don't know, you really don't know, among the Chinese cultivators, there are many terrifying figures, both orthodox and unorthodox. If they were to make a move, I'm afraid... Hehe."

  Fei Li looked at Yi Chen and asked cautiously: "Boss, since Chinese cultivators are so powerful, then why did they... during that eight-year war?"

  "They? They won't care about the so-called worldly affairs... I understand that feeling, the power is growing stronger every day, and the soul and the entire universe are slowly merging. Those who pursue the Way of Heaven have no mind to care about other things. Fei Li, you don't know how wonderful it feels to combine with the whole heaven and earth, that mysterious feeling..."

  Jie Si Te threw a knife flower with the Dragon Slaying Dagger: "So, boss, I'm saying, why are they chasing and killing Japanese people? Don't they not care about other things?"

  Yi Chen yawned: "Sectarian views... A sect absolutely does not allow other sects to obtain its own heart method, and the Japanese people stole the Tuan Jia Sect's law and a part of the Wu Xing Sect's skill of drawing things into the body. It would be strange if they didn't pursue and kill them... Moreover, many of today's disciples are directly taken from the world, and they have been influenced by some worldly things to a certain extent. They won't let go of this opportunity... As long as they receive my letter, they will definitely come."

  "Just you wait and see," said Jester, "I'll bet a pound they won't come. Your letter will never reach them."

  "Ten thousand pounds, Jester, ten thousand pounds, and I'll bet with you... Yangcun is within the sphere of influence of Qingcheng Mountain, and the mountain gates of Dunjia Sect and several other sects are all located within Qingcheng Mountain. Whoever receives my letter will directly hand it over to the leader of Dunjia Sect."

  Fei Li touched Yi Chen's chin: "But you didn't specify that it was for a particular person."

  Yi Chen smiled: "I've made it clear, I've used my power to make it clear, this is a special method, you all have to learn from now on."

  He picked up Fei Li and placed her on another sofa, Yi Chen pulled open the curtains in the room, nodded and said: "We need to get ready to visit Mr. Ouf, although we came to Manchester to avoid M's line of sight, but we can't waste time, we have to do as much as possible... Ha, you don't know, I'm very interested in managing my own power now, it's like watching your strength grow step by step on the mountain, and seeing your sphere of influence slowly expand, that's a feeling that makes one feel carefree."

  Jester jumped up: "That werewolf? Come on, come on, when I get the chance to fight him... Boss, why are you so interested in him? He's not a beauty."

  Fei Li hummed softly, and Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, maybe we can get some manpower from them. Our strength isn't that great... If possible, I'd also like to join the Dark Council, why not?"

  Looking at Yi Chen's back, Jester muttered: "I hope you're not planning to become the chairman of the Dark Council. That's a job that only thousand-year-old monsters can handle. You won't be interested."

  That Yi Dust now holds only 10% of the shares in the steel mill, Aofu and a group of workers are sitting on a pile of steel bars eating lunch, simple hot dogs with a little functional drink, that's it.

  Seeing Yi Chen and his group approaching, the workers flipped their eyes, except for Ao Fu, they all sat still on the spot.

  Aofeng wore a sleeveless shirt, revealing extremely developed muscles. He looked a bit embarrassed as he walked over: "Mr. Yi, sorry about that. We were just taking a break. Long time no see! How have you been?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Off, come on, I have something to talk to you about. Are you still on duty later? Then I'll tell the person in charge, follow me, I have something to discuss with you."

  Aof nodded and greeted his fellow workers before following Yichun out.

  Outside the factory, in a coffee shop, Yi Chen and Ao Fu sat at a street-side table, while Fei Li and four others ordered their favorite drinks and sipped them slowly, also keeping an eye out to prevent others from approaching Yi Chen.

  Aof still had that innocent and even a bit foolish smile on his face, smiling at Yicun.

  "Are all beastmen this stupid? Are their brains not well developed? No wonder I see that the high-ranking members of the Dark Council they've appeared in are all humans or vampires, and it's always them who take the lead in cutting people down."

  He took a sip of his coffee, and Dustin lightly tapped the table: "Ov, I recall we talked about it last time, you wanted to run for Manchester Labour Party's councillor, how's that going? And didn't Phil give you some money too?"

  Au Ye's expression wasn't very pleasant: "No, Mr. Yi, those people are too cunning, they're not genuinely helping me. Although I have partners who support me, I still didn't get the position. Maybe I'm only suitable for being an ordinary steelworker, not suited for playing politics, I'm no match for them."

  Yi Chen laughed: "Oh, how can you think like that? You have to think about it, if you can develop smoothly in the political arena, then you may become a big shot, and at that time you will have great power, which is absolutely different from being an ordinary steelworker."

  "No, no way. It's too much of a headache, seeing so many people and dealing with so many things every day. I've had enough the last time, I won't try to be some big shot again... The life I have now is just right for me, I'm very satisfied."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "It can't be like this, Oufu. Think about it, Mr. Weisi also has high hopes for you, he told me so himself? That day you were there too, he said he recommended you to take over as the union chairman, just wanting you to get a higher position upwards, you can't disappoint his kindness."

  "But I have let you down, I've failed. I was born with a mind that's not quick on its feet. Mr. Wester has been good to me, but it's my own ineptness, and no one else is to blame."

  "No, Oph, you are talented, really, believe me, you are more capable than any of the big shots in British politics today. What do they know? What can they do? They have a mouth that can speak and talk, that's all. And they will embezzle, take bribes, frame others, shirk responsibility, form cliques and gangs for personal gain. Yes, that's all they can do. You are much more noble than them, you are much more capable than them."

  Before Ou Fu could express his opinion, Yi Chen continued to flatter him: "You see, you come from a humble background, you are a worker, you understand what the common people need and want, you know what they are thinking, you understand what this country really needs. You are the best candidate to become a great figure. At the same time, you are kind and gentle, you are a good person, you are approachable and humble, aren't you? You will make a very good great figure, although I am not sure how far you can go, but your future is boundless, I dare say."

  "God, I didn't have such thoughts, you're overpraising me."

  Yi Chen smiled strangely: "God? Why don't you say God?"

  "Ah, our God is the greatest, God is a hypocrite... Oh, sorry Mr. Yi, I, I, didn't say anything that would make you unhappy, did I? This, uh, sorry, I believe in another religion."

  "Hehe, no big deal, I'm Chinese, not many Chinese believe in God anyway, that's not his territory... Ah, you tell me, are you interested in becoming a successful politician?"

  "Mr. Yi, I understand your kindness, but I'm really an idiot and don't know what to do... Of course, if you insist, I'll try my best."

  "Ah, no, you can't have that kind of mentality when striving for your position and power... My dear, you need to be wholeheartedly devoted to power, you must desperately pursue power, you must use every means possible to obtain power, even if it means killing someone, killing their entire family... Even if you need to use any despicable, shameless, and treacherous means that go against the highest law of survival, you must do so for the sake of power."

  Awe-struck, Ou Fu stared at Yi Chen, shaking his head repeatedly: "Impossible, Mr. Yi, to be honest, I don't care about so-called morality or rules, but I just can't do it, I'm too stupid, I really can't."

  Yi Chen smiled: "There is no creature that is born to play tricks, humans are the same, but when people find out that playing tricks and plotting can gain more benefits, everything changes... You will get used to it... For your sister."

  Ou Fu stared blankly at Yi Chen and said softly: "For... sister?"

  "Ah, for your sister's sake... think about it, with her following you, can she have a comfortable life? Can she enjoy the things girls like? Can she have a happy future? No, why not? You don't have money, you don't have influence, so it's just as hard for you to find her a good marriage... Let your sister, that poor bullied girl, follow you and live an ordinary life? Good heavens, don't you think you're shortchanging her?"

  "Let her marry a worker? Then have a bunch of kids? Spend every day soaking in endless piles of laundry or household chores? Ha! Her waistline will slowly thicken, occasionally enduring beatings from a drunken husband. And finally, your lovely little sister will become... No no no, that detestable, dark-skinned old hag across the street?"

  "Alright, you've wronged your sister, so now you need to make it up to her, got it? Compensate her... So, what are you going to use to compensate her? You're going to sell yourself, how much can your two kidneys and one heart fetch? Not enough for her to pick out a necklace at a specialty store... Forget it, Avdey, you're stupid, but you love your sister, you have an obligation to rack that fossilized brain of yours so she can live the good life."

  Ou Fu stared blankly at Yi Chen, listening to his blatant and unapologetic declaration of rights.

  "Yes, you once told me that your parents were like I just described - a rough old man who gets drunk every day and beats his wife; an old woman with endless laundry to wash and chores to do. That's what your parents were like... They died in a car accident, and from a young age, you took care of your little sister Zhang Da. I think you've even started thinking that you're her father, right?"

  With a nod, he said: "Yes, yes, God, I'm eight years older than my sister, I have to take care of her, poor thing... Who else would care about her except me? Others only want to hurt her." Thinking of the sad things, this wolf-like young man actually burst into loud sobs in the coffee shop.

  Yi Chen comfortingly patted his shoulder, Phil and Goll's four strange eyes rolled over, casting a threatening gaze at the sparse customers inside the coffee shop. Those who were about to watch the commotion shuddered and immediately lowered their heads.

  "Look, look, if you become a big shot, then your sister's status will be different too... Countless young nobles will come to pursue her, she'll have a happy family, a bunch of beautiful kids, they'll play happily on the lawn full of flowers, and you, this uncle, will stand by, puffing on a cigar, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, watching them happily... Isn't that right?"

  "Are you saying that you want your nephews to be like you, fighting with other roughnecks in the slag heap and spending their lives practicing steel? Oh... God damn it, God damn it, the British Empire will thank Mr. Oaf for not striving upwards, because of his mediocrity, the British Empire has gained another group of foolish low-wage workers..."

  "No, I won't let this happen..."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Yes, you need to work hard, your efforts can change your family, your sister, and the life of your family."

  "Take a look at the recent Times, several high-ranking US officials are seeking Scottish bloodlines and even want to get a coat of arms... Think about it, proud Mr. Oaf, oh, Speaker of the House? Speaker Oaf? What a wonderful name... Sir Oaf, isn't this name extremely magnificent? Ha, your family crest can be adorned with noble symbols, perhaps surrounded by a circle of thorns? This proves you are a direct descendant of an ancient family."

  "Ao Fu panted: "But, but if so, those who pursue my sister... will she really be happy? Those brats, they may have their eyes on my power, not out of love..."

  Yi Chen disdainfully spat, directly spitting phlegm onto the edge of Ouf's leather shoes: "Love? Forget it. Who will care about this in the end? That little brat will inevitably pretend to be extremely fond of your sister, whether he truly loves her or not. What difference does it make? With money, power, and a handsome man who either truly or falsely loves her, plus a gentle and considerate husband who would never dare hit her, that's enough... At the very least, this is much better than living in a worker's dormitory district."

  "Really?" Ou Fu licked his lips.

  "Ha, didn't you notice? Those two British princes, they touched some woman's butt and she yelled that they had raped her... That's just how it is, big shots always have a lot of advantages. Hmm? Every move they make has a profound impact."

  "Money, power, great potential, a glorious family history, these can bring happiness to your sister... When the time comes, you can go to Switzerland and buy a castle for her to live in; you can buy a vineyard so she can eat fresh grapes picked by herself every day, or perhaps by a maid; a small lake in the mountains where your nephew can swim, fish, or play with naked beauties. Who would dare say anything to you then? Look, luxury cars, private planes, private bodyguards, these are things that ordinary people will never have... For your sister? Hmm, worth considering? Hmm? Your brain, perhaps it should be used a little bit?"

  Aofu bit his lip tightly, still hesitating in his heart...

  "Look, your sister is now living in a sanatorium, isn't she? We're friends, so I've generously paid for everything. But a sanatorium and a mountain villa can't be compared; the service staff at the sanatorium and one's own maids can't be compared; the purified water they drink there and one's own cellared fine wines can't be compared; taking public transportation and having one's own Rolls-Royce fleet are even more incomparable... A brother with a glorious noble title, and a poor little brother who is still carrying steel beams, especially can't be compared... Although she loves you just the same... Likewise, in your heart of hearts, shouldn't you be deeply apologetic for having spent so much of my money, which you have no way of repaying?"

  Aof let out a sigh and gave up all resistance.

  "Look, one hundred million dollars, this is money. This amount of money can make your sister enjoy the life I described above for ten years... But I will give it to Mr. Ouf, the congressman, and absolutely not to Mr. Ouf, the worker." Yī Chén lightly tore up the check, gently, with extreme contempt, threw its fragments into Ouf's coffee cup.

  He muttered to himself, but his voice was just loud enough for Oaf to hear: "I respect the strong friend and pity the poor subordinate... But must someone need my charity before they'll earn their own respect?"

  Along with Yi Chen's words, Ao Fu's heart seemed to be torn apart like that banknote.

  Yi Chen, Fei Li, Fei Er, Ge Er and Jie Si all felt a chill run down their spines. Yi Chen clearly saw that Ou Fu's hairs were standing on end...

  That wildness, the innate wildness from the werewolf's ancestors, although suppressed by the human blood in his body for thousands of years, finally erupted under Yidun's provocation and the drive of that special love for his sister. Just imagine, under the blue moonlight, a huge mad howling wolf, what kind of powerful force will he burst out with? Heaven knows...

  Yi Chen tore away the kind and innocent things in Aofu's heart, allowing him to truly come into contact with the darkest, ugliest, and most unbearable aspects of the human world. However, these things deeply attracted Aofu, a young man from the dark world. The virtues that the human world had instilled in him during his previous life were all shattered by Yi Chen... Wolf, this proud and powerful creature's innate self-respect, innate wildness, and innate arrogance almost instantly transformed Aofu into another person. Once the savage blood occupied the rational blood, it was impossible to extinguish that fierce flame of ambition.

  Yi Chen smiled: "I have a few friends in London who are really big shots, among them is someone particularly important who needs a secretary to handle private matters... You would be the best candidate, Mr. Ouf... You don't need to start from being the union chairman and work hard... Goodness, this position doesn't match you at all, it's not worthy of you, understand? You should have been born into the upper class... Trust me, I'll take you to London."

  Aof panted heavily, his eyes dull and lifeless, but the flames of desire burned fiercely, scorching Yichen's eyes. He said in a low voice: "So, how long, how long will it take for me to become that damned big shot? Hmm? Mr. Yi?"

  Yi Chen slowly looked at Ao Fu: "Of course, ten years, at least ten years... The political circle needs experience, those who are written in dogshit and rise to high positions in a short period of time, that is the role of the big boss."

  "Good heavens, ten years?" Once his ambition was ignited, he could no longer endure the sorrow. But this was a fact.

  "Even with my help, Ouf, you can't be too hasty. Your sister is still young... With my assistance, you'll have a 60% chance of becoming a big shot within ten years. If you want to speed things up and increase your chances of gaining power, you'll need even stronger backing. That's all I can do. There aren't many people in human society who possess the kind of power I have now... it's really not easy, and that's how I've made it this far."

  "Ah, human society... Ah, I've got a great idea, Mr. Yi! Let me think about it some more and I'll get back to you soon. I need to consult with a few elders... Hmm, yes, yes... I will definitely follow you back to London."

  Aofu rushed out excitedly. Fei turned his head and said: "Boss, this guy will be sold sooner or later without even knowing it."

  "Hehe, this big dog is very well-behaved and obedient, I really don't want to sell him away... Hmm, I've been buying him all along, didn't you notice? I'm buying him. Hehehe..."

  "Boss, are you done with work? I'm going shopping..."

  Yi Chen said disdainfully: "Manchester is not New York or Paris, there's nothing to buy."

  Fei Li pouted: "But there are always brand stores... I want to go shopping, you have to accompany me... Anyway, you've finished your business."

  "Alright, so be it. I was thinking of getting some exercise anyway... Jester, dear Jester, your body has been lacking exercise lately, you should come with me to work out a bit... Phil, don't worry about buying too much stuff. Damn it, no leaving, that's an order, I command you to follow me. Phil, Goll, you two go find the big boss of the steel factory now and sell him all our 10% worthless shares, Oaf is gone, we've made enough money, we don't need him anymore."

  Phil nodded and cast a sympathetic glance at Jester along with Goll, fearing that Yichun would change his mind, and quickly walked out.

  "Mr. Weist, hey, Weist... I have something to discuss with you."

  "Alas? Alas... You failed, you couldn't even speak during the campaign speech, how embarrassing... We gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it, what a waste of our efforts... Recently we are going to cultivate other successors in the European continent, your matter will be put on hold for now."

  "No, Mr. Wester, do you remember that Chinese man, Mr. Yi?"

  "Him? That rascal? The big shot of London's underworld? Ha, I remember him, he's quite the formidable guy now."

  "Yes, he said, he knows some big shots in the City of London and wants to introduce me to one of them, so I can become his personal secretary. He guarantees that I'll be a big shot myself within ten years."

  Vester's interest was piqued and he grasped the phone cautiously asking: "Are you sure? My dear Oph."

  "Ah, yes, yes, he said a lot of things, I don't know how to repeat them, but I guarantee that I won't make the same mistake again, I will work hard to seize this opportunity."

  "Ah, great, just great... Yeah, really good, Oaf. Be careful with him, got it? Be careful with him... Maybe an opportunity, really, maybe an opportunity... He's taken a liking to your capital, you understand? You have capital, Oaf, you should be more confident... You come from the working class, you're clean and honest, your image fits the British aesthetic, tall, strong, handsome, simple, makes people feel safe. You're a great candidate for politics, I've had my eye on you too... Yeah, careful effort, yeah."

  "However, Mr. Yi said that perhaps his efforts were not enough... Hmm, I think cultivating a great person is not an easy task... Hmm, maybe the council giving me some help would be more ideal... Mr. Wester, this is my personal opinion, what do you think?"

  Vester fell silent for a long time: "So, Ov, let me think... Does Easy require a quick response from you? ...Not very fast? So good, I'll ask the higher-ups, you know, our organization is very strict, especially I can't arbitrarily mobilize those potential forces that we've worked hard to cultivate. Yes, it's good if you can understand. May Satan bring disaster to those damned clergy... Hmm, wait for my message, don't rush to respond to Easy."

  Wyatt utilized his vampire abilities to rush to a desolate area in Scotland overnight. Amidst the swirling sand and dust, an ancient castle slowly emerged before disappearing mysteriously, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. Over a hundred crimson scorpions stealthily poked their heads out of the soil, failing to detect any movement, before swiftly burrowing back into the ground.

  Weist knelt in the grand hall, the vast and profound hall was unknown in size and height, the dim light was not enough to see around. The three men hugged the thick pillars, also unknown how many, under each pillar there were countless black shadows standing solemnly.

  At the end of the grand hall, a tall black throne stood, and on top of its backrest was an enormous demonic head with two red gemstones for eyes.

  The throne is empty, that's the seat reserved for Mr. Satan, although heaven knows whether he has any interest in crawling out of hell to sit on it and enjoy the heartfelt cheers of believers.

  A figure clad in a black robe, holding a jet-black wooden staff taller than his head, stood on the high platform where the throne was located, and asked in a gloomy tone: "Vester, it's not your time to pay homage, why have you returned?"

  "Respectfully, Honorable Speaker, a sudden event, perhaps one that can be utilized..."

  "Hmm? Alright, you're a cautious and reliable executor, perhaps worth wasting some time on."

  Weiss heard the Speaker's comment, and his whole body felt much lighter, speaking quickly and fluently: "You remember that Ov? The high-ranking werewolf whose sister was kidnapped and suddenly awakened, with an ability evaluation of having S-level potential... That idiot who messed up the first speech we arranged for him to run for district councilor."

  The chairman chuckled: "Of course I remember, we care about every member. Right? My partner?"

  Several cold voices slowly sounded: "Of course, Mr. Speaker, we are all paying attention to him. He is worthy of cultivation, but unfortunately he is too stupid and has no ambition, which does not meet our requirements."

  A husky female voice said: "Maybe it can be trained into a pure combat personnel, that would save trouble."

  The chairman shook his head: "No, that would waste his appearance, that reliable and loyal appearance... For example, Vest, if he were to take on a high-ranking position, others would dislike him at first glance, so I chose him to secretly hold power. We must make full use of every member's talents, all of which are bestowed by the Lord of Satan. We have no right to waste them."

  "Your judgment is wise... Mr. Speaker, the opportunity has come again. Originally, according to the will of the highest council, all my power went to the European continent to cultivate those little guys on that side. They also need power and they are more ambitious. But Ou Fei suddenly changed into a different person, that Chinese, the boss of the steel factory, the head of the London underworld, Yi Chen, I don't know what he said to Ou Fei, but now Ou Fei can't wait to become the Prime Minister of England."

  The chairman suddenly disappeared and teleported in front of West. A strange force lifted West up, his face facing the chairman's face, the chairman said excitedly: "That wolf boy, finally opened his eyes? Ha, too wonderful..."

  Vester looked at the chairman's face in horror, where it was a black mass with only two green eyeballs shining brightly. He stuttered and said: "Yes, yes, sir... That Easy Dust has some connection, he is very powerful in the human world, maybe he can help Ouf, guide Ouf to become the kind of person we need."

  The chairman said with a hint of apology: "Ah, sorry, Wester, scared you... Hehe, hmm... What a wonderful change... A big head of the gang, a person who is very influential in human society, he also took a fancy to Ouf? So this Chinese is actually in harmony with us without prior consultation. Ouf has an outstanding temperament, I appreciate it very much, at least more lovely than the current British Prime Minister... Isn't that so?"

  Innumerable echoes rose up around him.

  The Speaker said with satisfaction: "Well, then, let's do it that way, Vest. I think Oph is afraid that the power of the Chinese is not enough to enable him to quickly rise to a high position, and this also proves that he really has the ambition we need... How wonderful! So, why don't we use a little bit of our cultivated influence to help him? Hmm, let him rise up quickly."

  The strange power on Weier's body disappeared, and Weier hastily crawled under the Speaker's feet: "Your judgment is sacred, this is a great opportunity, we can secretly cooperate with the Chinese to let Ouf enter the high-level."

  The chairman suddenly asked him: "That Chinese man, apart from being a triad leader and a person with great power, do you know what other qualities he has?"

  Vester's report: "Cunning, greedy, pursuing fame and wealth, with a high level of skill... He even wanted to buy me out, it seems he thinks I'm worth buying. I've reported this before... Generous with his spending, of course, but at the same time ruthless in his methods. I know that in one night he took down all the other big bosses in London who had conflicts with him, and now he's the undisputed king of London."

  The Speaker lavished praise on him: "God, Wester, you are a capable clerk... Keep it up and maybe you'll get an even more important position in the not-too-distant future... Comrades, do you agree?"

  Several other senators chimed in: "Wester is a capable man and he should be rewarded."

  Vester's voice was a little shaky: "Thank you, thank you for the recognition of the council, I will continue to work hard, for the glory of Lord Satan."

  The chairman nodded: "Hm, get in touch with that Chinese person carefully, Wester. Maybe we can absorb him into us."

  The dark shadows around let out a cry of surprise.

  The chairman struck the wooden staff on the ground heavily: "Yes, if he does not believe in God, then he can be our person... Ambition, violence, power, dark desire for domination, doesn't his soul belong to our dark world?"

  "Agreed... He's worth absorbing... But we need to be cautious in our approach, we can't expose ourselves."

  "Yes, having a dark soul is our companion, whether human or non-human, it's all the same."

  "Vester, go help Oph, he is now most hopeful, of course, be cautious and pay attention to our Chinese friend."

  Yi Chen stood behind the window of the hotel, looking through the blinds at Ouf shaking his head and staring at the cars on the road, carefully crossing the street and walking towards the hotel entrance. And three meters behind him, with a gloomy face, not caring about the traffic at all, wasn't it Weist?

  Yi Chen smiled, and the sea breeze blowing from the southern ocean also caressed the sky of Manchester, and the strong wind slowly picked up.