Blood Night Aftermath

  M cried for less than two minutes, then wiped away her own tears and took several subordinates to inspect the scene. The deputy officer of the colonel who committed suicide followed her with his whole body trembling, saying in a voice close to howling: "Monster, a big monster, God, that's the devil released by Satan... Hehehehehe... A devil's head appeared in the sky... Everyone flew up... Hahahaha, you asked us to intercept these monsters, hahahaha, all dead, all dead."

  He turned around, and several slaps landed on his face. In a cold tone, he said: "Soldier, remember, you are not an ordinary civilian. I don't care what you saw or heard, nor do I care about your deep feelings for that officer... I only allow you five minutes of weakness. Now, act like a man! Remember, you are a soldier, a soldier of the British Royal Army. You must be calm and not afraid. Think about it, can we avenge your comrades? We need you to provide all the information."

  The deputy officer's eyes stared blankly at M, panting heavily. M nodded slightly, and the tall special agent behind her stepped forward, slapping the deputy officer's face several times with a loud crack.

  The deputy officer finally came to his senses, although he was still a bit dazed from the extreme shock, at least he could stand up like a real soldier.

  M nodded slightly: "Alright, sir, don't be like a woman... I only allow myself to cry for two minutes, huh? Our profession dictates that we can't be weak, our profession requires us to have a hard heart. Dear, good kid, sorry, this time it was my incompetence... Tell me slowly, what exactly happened?"

  A group of people walked onto the beach, and several agents stared blankly at the huge crater with a diameter of 500 meters on the beach. The soldiers from the reinforced armored assault brigade gathered around, looking at each other in confusion, unsure what had happened here. A corporal brought over a rock from behind and threw it into the crater, and water splashed out, showing that it was extremely deep.

  "Sir, the deputy officer's report states: 'At first, countless red fire pillars shot down from several strange creatures in the sky. Then, this place, originally a thick beach, burst out with a very thick green light pillar, accompanied by many mournful sounds as they collided. A huge devil head appeared in the sky, shouting something in Chinese. I'm certain it was Chinese, but the sound collector's effect was poor and couldn't pick up what he was yelling.'"

  "Chinese? Do you understand Chinese?"

  The deputy nodded: "Yes, our troops have participated in the escort work of the fleet visiting China. I know that's Chinese. Moreover, the light is very strong, and those floating people in the air are all black-haired and yellow-skinned, recognizable. They all look very strange, they are like angels, with great power, they are not human beings, I am sure."

  M smiled bitterly: "Too good, your report is simply perfect. How can I report to the Ministry of National Defense and those people in the cabinet? Am I supposed to say that a group of aliens suddenly invaded Britain, and then they had a change of heart and withdrew?"

  The agents and soldiers didn't dare interrupt, watching as M was about to blow up - who would dare stick their head out at this critical moment looking for trouble?

  "Battlefield Intelligence Sharing System, the command post at the back has a backup of these shots, which can be submitted directly... Sir, the evidence is not a problem, it can be submitted."

  "Alright, you lot, get the evidence and let's head back to London. There's nothing more we can do here. I think some people need to pay for what happened this time. They can't just occupy high positions and not care about the safety of soldiers and civilians." The few agents felt a chill in their hearts. What was M thinking? Offending the powerful figures in the cabinet and the Minister of Defense, they might disappear at any moment.

  But who made M their boss anyway?

  M stopped suddenly: "No, we can't return to London for the time being... Have you finished taking pictures on site? Take as many and detailed photos as possible, and also take those frightened soldiers' appearances. One copy will be submitted to the Ministry of National Defense, and another copy will be given to me."

  Several agents quietly followed her orders, privately keeping evidence of this sensitive event was a taboo thing. What did M want to do? The agent who had just slapped the deputy officer thought secretly: "After all, he is from the military, doesn't know the agent's rules, if things go wrong, it will be a matter of losing one's head."

  The vanguard of the Northern Yin Mountain Ghost Army brought a gust of cold wind, flying quickly to the border between China and Russia. Then, a ghost general turned his head and saw in the distance of more than ten miles behind him, a red light soaring into the sky, with nine fire dragons entwining a figure, rushing over quickly.

  Several wandering spirits also turned back in surprise, cawing: "Strange, strange, this old mixed hair is so annoying to live? One person came to chase us?"

  The Demon King also felt the powerful force approaching from behind, and snorted: "Hmph, you little ones, let's make way. Hehe, this time the harvest is not bad, hehe, I'm in a good mood, so let that old mixed hair, huh, Mingde Niuzi of the Dao De Sect pass by... We Beimang Mountain also need to talk about morality occasionally..."

  Ten thousand ghosts laugh together, the sound of their loud and clear ghostly cries echoing far and wide across the vast wilderness.

  A red light flashed, and Mingde Lao Dao suddenly stopped in front of the Ghost Army formation. The ghost army parted to the left and right, opening up a wide path in the middle. Those green eyes stared blankly at Mingde.

  Ming De Lao Dao Huo Qi Zheng Da pointed at the smiling Beimang Ghost King and scolded: "Old ghost, was it you who shook back my Nine Dragon Canopy earlier? What business do you have with me helping Xuan Jia Sect and Wu Xing Sect friends clean up the rebellious sect? Why did you intervene and make things difficult for me?"

  The Demon King's big head wobbled a few times, and he was greatly surprised in his heart: "Huh? It's strange, you little Taoist priests don't even dare to pass by my North Mang Mountain alone on ordinary days. How did you get so bold today? You even dare to scold me... Strange, what if I didn't give you face? My Nine Underworld Palace has been established for a thousand years, when have I ever given anyone face? Today, I'm in a good mood and unusually gave way to you, but you little rascal still dared to find fault with me. Are you intentionally not giving me face?"

  The more he thought about it, the angrier the Ghost King became. His anger grew, and his killing intent grew stronger. He suddenly jumped up from his chair, shouting loudly: "You dare to say that I, the great king, am making things difficult for you? You ungrateful little brat! I was kind enough to let you pass, but you still have the nerve to make me look bad? Fine, I'll really make you look bad. Just now, in front of those cow noses, I should have taught you a lesson... Isn't it the Moral Sect? Haven't your Law Heavenly miscellaneous hairs taught you how to be human? You've provoked me, and I'll lead my men to attack the mountain gate of your Moral Sect, and overturn the ancestral temple of your eighteen generations!"

  Ming De Laoda shouted and jumped out, pointing his hand, and the three treasured artifacts, Jiulong Sha, Xiangmo Sword, and Huantian Flag, were all thrown out. The nine fire dragons roared and spewed out a million feet of true fire, rolling towards the army of ten thousand ghosts; the Xiangmo Sword emitted a hundred feet of golden light, but instead of transforming into a long rainbow, it maintained its original shape and flew quickly with the golden light towards the ghost king's heart. As for the Huantian Flag, the twenty-seven apricot-yellow flags unfolded in mid-air, emitting clear air, sweet rain suddenly appeared, auspicious clouds rolled up, and clear spring water slowly surged from the ground to all directions.

  The Jiulong shield was no match, the Xiāo Mó sword was useless, as the Ghost King spat out a green bead the size of a fist to block the boundless true flames. His fingers trailed a wisp of green smoke that countered the sword's thrusts. The Fantian Flag transformed into a realm of ethereal lightness, which happened to be the bane of those ghostly troops. Some of the ghost soldiers with slightly shallower powers touched the auspicious clouds and instantly emitted black smoke, their bodies shrinking significantly as they let out mournful cries. As for the surging clear springs on the ground, they dissolved the ghosts' bodies upon contact, leaving them barely able to resist, each one bearing wounds.

  If it's a contest of flying swords, magical powers, and ghostly strength, then several ghost generals and the thousand-year evil spirit could match up against Mingde in a difficult-to-resolve battle. However, the Fantian Flag is also from the Dao De Sect's ancestors, a true immortal who flew up to heaven, with enormous power, specializing in dealing with demons, ghosts, and monsters. In an instant, it completely overpowered the ghost army, leaving them without any remaining strength to resist.

  The Demon King's fiery temper, although his mouth says fierce words, but in reality he doesn't want to offend the Daoist sect, otherwise with a single "Supreme Moral Edict", all the Daoist cultivators of the Central Plains would join forces against him on Mount Beimang. Why bother? But seeing Mingde Old Dao actually take out the Fantian Flag, and his own son's heavy casualties, his heart filled with three inches of evil energy, he let out a loud roar, causing the earth to shake and mountains to tremble. He recalled the original spirit pearl that could withstand the Nine Dragon Shield, dispersed the dark and evil fire in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the massive war sword that had accompanied him in battle for thousands of years was already in his grasp.

  Translated to English:

  Converted to modern measurements, the sword body is one hundred and twenty centimeters long, with a thirty-centimeter hilt, and a two-centimeter thick spine. On the sword body are carved two dragon shapes, sharp beyond compare. At first, it was used for charging and breaking through enemy lines, killing countless people, and this sword also quietly absorbed the vital energy of many people. By the time the Ghost King achieved enlightenment and deliberately cultivated it, it had already become a supreme divine weapon.

  At this moment, the ghost king had exhausted his thousand-year-old magic power, and a vast white light burst forth from his body. He leapt up and let out a loud roar: "Sword Breaks in All Directions!" Tens of thousands of sword shadows shot out in all directions, following the rapid thrusts of his hands. Ming De's face changed color as he watched this close-quarters combat, which was what ordinary cultivators feared most. Who could match the ghost king's skills? He had risen to power through battle, and ordinary cultivators were only skilled in basic techniques like practicing internal energy, focusing their minds, or at best, performing Tai Chi boxing. Who would know these ruthless killing moves?

  Mingde retreated, but his treasure couldn't be recalled in time. The Ghost King's killing intent roared, and with a furious howl, he slashed his sword wildly at the Nine Dragons Screen. "Sword Splitting Mountains and Rivers!" he bellowed. Then, with a reverse stroke of his sword, he struck again, this time at his own back, and shouted: "Dragon Travels Ten Thousand Miles."

  The nine dragons' aura suddenly dimmed, and a huge crack appeared on its body. The Ghost King's sword almost split it in two; the Demon-Slaying Sword let out a mournful cry as, with a loud clang, Mingde Old Dao's treasured flying sword, which he had spent hundreds of years cultivating, was actually chopped off by the Ghost King's sword.

  The Demon King was exhilarated, as if he had returned to the battlefield where drums and horns were blaring. He laughed maniacally with pride, and with a wave of his hand, the Golden Lion's helmet, Golden Headed Boots, and Nine Dragon Silver Belt, all imbued with an aura of demonic energy, appeared on him. With great enthusiasm, he bellowed: "Come come come, you little scamp! Let Grandpa slash you with eighteen swords; if I don't kill you, Grandpa will let you return to the mountains!"

  Ming De's fire energy suddenly dropped, and his whole body felt a chill. He suddenly remembered the words of his master when he first came to the mountain: "Although our Daoist sect is prosperous and has many talented individuals, there are some people in the world who you must never provoke. The first one is the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain... Although he is an evil cultivator, he possesses a treasure bestowed by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty that protects his body, making him immune to heavenly tribulations. He has been diligently cultivating and would have ascended to the realm of immortals long ago if not for his inability to shed his ghostly form... In the future, if you cannot reach the state of Supreme Mystery, never provoke him."

  Ming De was filled with regret, and in his heart, he had already cursed Tian Lei Zi to death: "It was Master who insisted on driving away Yi Chenzi back then. Did I provoke you? Why did you have to drag me into this mess with this old ghost? May the Supreme Dao Lord protect me, let me escape this calamity today."

  Watching Mingde being motionless for half a day, the Ghost King became displeased and muttered to himself: "I took a liking to you, that's why I used eighteen swords on you. If it were an ordinary person, three swords would have been enough... Why are you ignoring me? Am I not a king?"

  Roaring loudly, the Ghost King jumped up and struck down with his sword: "Look at my solo destruction of a thousand armies."

  Ming De frantically searched his sleeves for a suitable treasure, but which one could withstand the Ghost King? The Fantian Flag was more than enough to deal with those ghostly generals, but what about facing an old ghost who didn't even fear heavenly tribulation?

  Just as Mingde was waiting for death with his eyes closed, the Ghost King suddenly put away his sword, tilted his head, rolled around his green eyeballs the size of eggs, and said: "Tianxin little Taoist, what kind of mystery are you playing?"

  A strand of silver threads fell from the sky, and the illusory heavenly banner was like snow splashed with boiling water, the pure realm it had transformed into disappeared in an instant. The twenty-seven yellow flags flew back to Mingde's sleeves. Those ghostly generals and soldiers rushed towards the silver light with all their might, and their damaged bodies quickly recovered.

  Tian Xinzi's face cleared of its silver aura and slowly descended between Gui Wang and Ming De, smiling as he said: "Senior Gui Wang, Tian Xinzi pays his respects."

  The Demon King patted his head, put away the armor and battle sword on his body, and laughed loudly: "Haha haha haha, among all the cow noses, only you little cow nose don't make me hate you. Haha haha haha, you come to plead for this mangy dog? Forget it, forget it, I'm a magnanimous king, sparing a dog is also sparing, sparing him is also sparing, they're all the same."

  "What? In your mouth I've become a dog?"

  But others have bigger fists, especially with the Wan Xu ghost army staring at him fiercely from behind. Ming De didn't dare to speak out of turn. He was just curious, how did Tian Xinzi get acquainted with the Ghost King?

  The Demon King looked at Tian Xinzi, curiously walked closer, suddenly pulled his beard and said loudly: "Ha! You little guy has also gotten old... When we first met, you were being chased by a wild ghost, running around like a headless chicken. Now you don't have to be afraid anymore, right? Hahaha, you little guy, eh, are you about to ascend soon too?"

  Tian Xinzi slightly embarrassingly stroked his breath and said with a respectful tone: "When Tian Xinzi first descended the mountain, he was fortunate to be rescued by Gui Wang. This kindness will never be forgotten."

  The Demon King burst out laughing: "What a small matter, saving a dog..."

  He suddenly snorted, probably thinking that comparing Tianxinzi to a dog was somewhat inappropriate, and changed the subject: "Alas, your little bull nose is about to fly up, I still don't know when I'll be able to endure it."

  Tian Xinzi smiled and said: "Senior, you don't have to worry about the heavenly calamity, with tens of thousands of brave soldiers under your command, what is there to worry about? As long as you focus on making progress, follow the will of heaven, you can naturally achieve the right result... If the underworld needs puppet warriors, those rebellious heretics would be suitable for the ghost king to use. But these people..." Tian Xinzi pointed at the dead British soldiers: "What fault do they have? Senior, if you pay attention to such trivial details, you will naturally receive heavenly blessings, why worry about not achieving the right result?"

  The Demon King smiled slightly, looking a bit embarrassed: "Heh heh, it seems I still can't win an argument with you. The sky is about to brighten up, Little Bull Nose, I won't talk to you anymore. You don't have much time left here either... You said these people shouldn't die, so I'll give them to you then... Their souls are still intact, but their yang energy is all gone. This, you can deal with yourself."

  The irresponsible ghost army threw hundreds of British soldiers to the ground, whistling loudly, and rolled up thousands of ninja bodies. The ghost army rushed back to their lair with a gloomy wind.

  Tian Xinzi didn't rush to treat those British soldiers, but instead seriously bowed his head and said: "Fellow Taoist, I have shown respect."

  Ming De hastily returned the courtesy: "I don't dare, I don't dare, thank you, Dao brother, for saving me. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

  Tian Xinzi said quietly: "For those who cultivate the Tao, the first priority is to cultivate their heart and nature, and to clarify virtue and Tao. My words may be unpleasant to hear, but if you still have such a fiery temper, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to pass through the next 49th tribulation."

  Ming De stared at Tian Xin Zi with a dumbfounded expression.

  "Heaven's will is mysterious and has already predetermined that the heavenly tribulation is a reminder to us cultivators to be careful and retreat, never allowing human heart to transcend the Dao realm. If worldly thoughts have not retreated, it would be better to descend the mountain early and still be able to live out one's natural years. Although in the future one may inevitably sink into the six paths of reincarnation, at least one can preserve one's soul and spirit, which is not a bad thing."

  Ming De thought of what he had done today, and cold sweat dripped down. If Tian Xinzi hadn't arrived in time, he would have been beheaded by the Ghost King long ago. According to the style of Bei Mangshan, what's the use of leaving his soul behind? He would have been beaten into a state of soul dispersal, never to be reborn again... That, that, that, that means even without waiting for the 49th calamity to arrive, he would have been completely finished.

  At this point, Mingde suddenly knelt down on the ground and paid his respects to Tianxinzi with a grand ceremony, saying: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for pointing out my mistakes. I understand now. From today on, I will return to the Dao De Sect and cultivate my heart and nature. I will no longer indulge in worldly affairs. Farewell for now, I hope to meet you again in the heavens above."

  Mingde suddenly flipped over and got up, not daring to transform into a rainbow in front of Tianxinzi. He honestly walked out three miles before disappearing in a flash of light.

  Tian Xinzi smiled bitterly: "You've realized it, and there will be retribution in the future, but when will that person in my family realize it?"

  As soon as the words fell, Tianlei Zi came flying with countless cultivators, shouting and yelling. As soon as he landed, he shook his head and looked around: "Eh, brother? You're here? Don't scold me, I'll go back and face the wall for three months... Is Mingde old ghost dead? Ah? No corpse is seen, did his body and spirit disappear? Eh... Brother, you're not the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain, why do you need so many corpses? We don't seem to have any Taoist methods that require using dead bodies to practice... How strange..."

  Shui Zhenren also nodded on the side: "It's strange, strange, so many corpses, not to mention that they are not our people from the Central Plains, it's weird... Could it be that Dao brother wants to bring these guys back with us like that divine statue and let everyone take a look?"

  Tian Xinzi was so angry that she almost got her nose out of joint, and they both said something like this, is this human language?

  Lazily, Tian Lei Zi, Huo Zhen Ren, Shui Zhen Ren and several other famous living treasures paid their respects to Tian Xin Zi and the various sect leaders. Afterwards, they began to capture the souls of the British soldiers into their physical bodies, using the Wu Xing Sect's "Liang Huo Dan" to replenish their yang energy, then used the "Pu Tian Gan Lin Chou" to activate their physical bodies, rescuing them one by one. Although it cost them a few years of their lifespan, it was still better than letting them be taken away by Bei Mang Shan and become ghosts forever.

  M held a thick file bag, inside which were the photos of all the soldiers who died this time, as well as the traces of the scene. Of course, the photographer carefully followed M's orders and avoided those surreal things, only taking countless shots that ordinary people could accept.

  He thought for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I guess I'm also a traitor, of course, that idiot Prime Minister can't represent the British Empire, so he can't be considered a symbol of Britain either, so I don't count as a traitor?"

  She took out her mobile phone and dialed Yi Chen's number: "Yi, where are you... Yes, I'm that annoying old woman, I need your help."

  "Oh God, do you have to put a price on everything? Alright, alright, this time it will bring you unexpected benefits, but also possibly unexpected disasters, 50% chance of either. You decide... Don't ask me what it is, my phone is encrypted, but your side might be tapped... Manchester? Okay, I'll come right away... Nonsense, this is my work phone, I never misuse public funds... You're killing me..."

  She slammed down the phone, her grey eyes gleaming with an odd light. After a long while, she burst out laughing: "That scoundrel! But he won't refuse my terms... If he's a businessman, he'll definitely understand how rare this opportunity is."

  Yi Chen yawned, his head still feeling a bit dizzy and lazy, not even bothering to use his internal energy to expel the alcohol, this dizziness was a very pleasant enjoyment.

  Fei Li crawled on his body, softly asking him: "What's wrong? Hmm? It was a woman's voice."

  Yi Chen patted Feili's butt and laughed, saying: "I'm not interested in a sixty-year-old old lady... M said there was some business to discuss with me... It's really strange, but she didn't make it clear... Could it be that she has taken out heavy insurance on the headquarters building under construction and wants me to blow up the building so she can get a huge compensation? This would be a good way to solve our funding shortage."

  Fei Li burst out laughing, bit him hard and jumped up to run into the bathroom, loudly saying: "Get up, lazy worm! The boss of Military Intelligence Section 6 is about to pay a visit, can't you hurry up and get ready?"

  "Alright, alright, I'll get dressed up too. Hey, I wonder if M has a daughter, and if so, I can try to win her over, just like what happened with Bai Jie De. Then, naturally, there will be endless benefits."

  Responding to him was a Jingdezhen vase on the dresser, heavily blown over with the wind.

  Yi Chen grasped the vase with one hand and laughed, saying: "We'll have to stay in Manchester for two more days. I wonder what M wants to tell us. She's a big shot in intelligence herself, is she afraid of being monitored by others? Can't she just get rid of those monitoring centers and destroy the evidence?"

  M arrived in Manchester by an armed helicopter, she didn't bring anyone with her, leaving all the accompanying agents at the scene of the crime, ordering them to return to London only after receiving direct instructions, asking them to supervise the soldiers on site to clean up the bodies and cover up the traces.

  According to the address Yī Chén told her, M found that hotel. Looking at the luxurious decoration, the surprisingly spacious and grand lobby, she shook her head slightly: "It seems that in today's society, the heads of the underworld live better than most ordinary people."

  Yi Chen had been waiting in the hall for a long time, and when he saw M coming in, he smiled and went up to greet her: "Oh, welcome, welcome, dear auntie. It's great that you could come."

  Yi Chen tightly hugged M, who reluctantly hugged him back and whispered in his ear, "When did I become your aunt? Dear Yi... huh?"

  Yi Chen's face was filled with a thick smile, and he muttered in a low voice: "So, do you want me to shout loudly: 'Welcome, M, the big boss of Military Intelligence Division 6?' Oh my god, your photos are all confidential, but you actually came over alone."

  The two parted ways, with the people around them looking strangely at the two who obviously had no blood relation. But there are many strange things in this world, and who has the leisure to care about other people's business? They could not have imagined that M, one of the most mysterious people in Britain, was this little old lady standing before them.

  Yi Chen led M to his room, with Phil and Goll standing guard on either side of the door. With their heads held high, they stood outside the door. Yi Chen instructed them, "Don't let anyone in. If Mr. Oaf comes, Phil can take him out to buy something or go have a drink at a bar." Phil nodded in agreement.

  Jester was curled up on the sofa like a snail, with a big hemp in his mouth, rolling his eyes at M. Feili was a little angry about what Yidun said earlier, and also worried that M would really have a daughter, so she thought for half a day and finally didn't bother to come down to see anyone.

  Looking at Jester, he said coldly: "Young man, taking drugs is harmful to your health. Don't you understand this principle?"

  Jester rolled his eyes: "Huh? Really? Hmm, maybe... You want one too? Colombian native hemp, with a bit of Indian tobacco added in, very fragrant and rich."

  M weakly rolled her eyes and sat down on a sofa far away from Jester, casually tossing the thick file bag onto the coffee table in front of her, saying: "Easy, this is what I meant by the deal. You take them to those big shots you know, some of whom are staunch opponents, aren't they?"

  Yì chén sat beside her, quickly grabbed the file bag, pulled out the photos inside and flipped through them, making a sound with his mouth: "Ah ha, too beautiful, oh... I mean the background, yes, this background of seawater is too beautiful... Ah, what do you mean?"

  Looking at him, "Honestly, do you think a country has hope under the leadership of an incompetent Prime Minister? If a country's Defense Minister cannot seriously analyze intelligence, can this country still be safe?"

  "Can there be any secrets left when the head of a country's military intelligence agency can pay me a personal visit alone?"

  M's eyes widened, staring at Yichun with a fierce glint. Yichun quickly flashed a smile and said with a chuckle: "Ah, I think so... Hehe, a country must be led by wise leaders and a defense minister who is steady yet vigilant to have a future... Do you want to overthrow the government?"

  M was shocked by Yidun's last sentence, and after thinking for half a day, she shook her head helplessly and said: "I don't know... But do you know, do you know how I felt when I saw those slaughtered soldiers? It was me who got them killed, yes, in order to take responsibility for the country, I asked them to defend that coastline you told me about, but they were all slaughtered. Oh God..."

  Yi Chen understood and gently patted M's back: "So, what does it mean to give me these evidences? Hmm? They have no value at all..."

  M said in a low voice: "Inside, there are all the soldiers present, the confessions and signatures of those soldiers who can still speak, as well as the video recorded by the battlefield information sharing system. Of course, some scenes have been deleted, leaving only images that normal people can understand... Don't ask me what was deleted, it's something you wouldn't be able to understand either... For your own good, so you won't have nightmares later on, it's better if you don't know..."

  "The British are the most self-righteous, do you think I don't understand those things? Maybe it's just some dragon and phoenix nonsense that has scared you silly... Hmph."

  He chuckled and asked M, "Value, my dear, where is the value? I shouldn't get too close to those big shots or your MI6 will be after me... Oh God, darling, I don't want to take any risks."

  M said in a low voice: "Give them these materials... and after half a month, they can play freely."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "I don't understand, I really don't understand."

  M flashed a sarcastic smile: "You understand... those incompetent leaders, they will block any relevant news, just like what they have been doing for years. Yes, they will block the news, and then these soldiers will evaporate into thin air, their families will be warned not to say anything unfavorable to the government for their own safety... I've flipped through top-secret files, there are many records of such cases, do you believe it?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "Of course I believe, a moron can actually succeed in re-election at the most unfavorable time for public opinion, of course some means are needed... Ah, but my risk is too great, too great, it's very possible that after I hand this package over to a big shot, when I walk out the door, ten snipers will turn my body into a trash bag."

  "Then, in exchange for this action, my department will no longer interfere with your affairs from now on. Is that acceptable? It's worth it... really worth it..."

  Yi Chen shook his head: "It's not worth it, madam, it's not worth it... You're now interfering with my affairs, but you can't do anything to me. On the contrary, in our confrontation, I gained some pleasure from it. So, I don't think your indulgence of my evil deeds and killings has any great value to me."

  He glared at Yi Chen fiercely: "So, from now on I can find a reason to make you stay in the detention room at Scotland Yard for twenty days every month. Do you think such a life will be meaningful?"

  He carelessly raised his legs: "Ah ha, so I'll go settle in Paris right away, or Rome, Berlin, Milan, Munich, Porto, anywhere is fine, and the European market is even broader, isn't it, madam?"

  M felt a bit at a loss with Yi Chen and could only say: "Well, consider it you doing me a favor, okay?"

  Yi Chen pulled out a cigar, and M's eyes twitched twice, looking at him with annoyance. Yi Chen played with the cigar in his hand without lighting it, smiling and saying: "I don't need your so-called non-interference in my affairs either. You can stop interfering, but you can certainly report to other departments. I'm not a fool. All I need is for you to owe me one favor, just one favor will do."

  Ma looked at Yi Chen, pondered for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

  Yi Chen burst out laughing loudly: "Alright then, it's a deal."

  He let out a sigh of relief and said hesitantly: "I don't know if what I'm doing is right... Honestly, I don't know."

  "Alright, ma'am, it's not a big deal anyway. Why be so hard on yourself? I'm just curious, you have so many subordinates and they're all so skilled at leaking secrets. Why don't you let them do it? If Military Intelligence Division 6 wants to bring down an administration, it's not easy but it's not difficult either. Fabricating evidence is your specialty after all."

  Looking at Yi Chen, he said seriously: "These photos are real, I saw them with my own eyes."

  Yi Chen muttered: "I didn't say these are fake, anyway many were fake in the past, you have to admit."

  He smiled wryly: "Yes, I admit it."

  "So why don't you do it yourself? Are you afraid?"

  "No, to be honest, I just wanted to make myself feel a little better... I made the decision that had to be made, but I really couldn't bring myself to give the order personally. Maybe it's just seeking some peace of mind, that's all there is to it, anyway, that's how it is... There's nothing else to say, goodbye."

  Yi Chen didn't see her off either, and just let M leave like this.

  Jester spat out a mouthful of hemp smoke and said dazedly: "Boss, there's no benefit, not even a bit."

  He flipped through the photos on the table, saying strangely: "No, there are many benefits... Once this evidence is released, it will be a shocking blow. As long as Britain is in chaos, our Japanese friends can take advantage of the situation to smuggle goods on a large scale. In that case, we'll get the money... Hehe, it's really wonderful... M doesn't seem like a completely loyal person, she has her own thoughts... This is dangerous, it's true, this is very dangerous, she left me with the possibility of attacking her, a thinking person is someone who can be attacked."

  Jester wasn't interested, sprawled out with his limbs splayed, and lit another joint.

  After a while, Yì Chén was still enthusiastically flipping through these photos when Phil pushed the door open and said: "Boss, Mr. Táng Hǔ has arrived."

  Yi Chen laughed happily, hastily gathered the photos with both hands, and stuffed the file bag into Jester's arms, saying loudly: "Quickly invite him in, quickly ask him to come in."