Introduction

  Still that unique refreshing dress, light blue cloth shoes, thick white socks, black wide-leg pants, tight pant legs, a white coarse linen jacket, with a dark reddish-purple Tang suit on top, a spirited short flat head, sharp eyes lightly scanning the suite's living room decorations. Tang Hu was pacing back and forth in the living room, his smiling eyes constantly nodding and saying: "Hmm, hmm, first time coming to this kind of hotel, not bad, not bad, the decor is good, hmm, worth our 'Song He Lou' learning from... Hmm, could this landscape painting be the real deal?"

  Yi Chen smiled and walked into the living room: "I dare bet he's a fake. Tang Hu, welcome, have you made your decision?"

  Tang Hu looked at Yi Chen, his hands clasped behind his back, and said with a hint of a smile: "Decide what? Mr. Yi, what do you want me to decide?"

  Yi Chen stared at Tang Hu, suddenly taking a slippery step, his feet didn't touch the ground as he slid three meters, and his fist struck towards Tang Hu's face. Tang Hu laughed loudly, bending his waist ninety degrees, then directly kicked Yi Chen's lower body with his right foot. Yi Chen smiled bitterly, moving sideways three feet to avoid the kick, while Tang Hu followed up with a smooth flip, steadily flipping over in mid-air, his hands forming a claw shape to protect his vital areas, and his ten fingers trembling as he enveloped Yi Chen's upper body, targeting his fatal spots from afar.

  Yi Chen slightly cupped his hands, Tang Hu returned a courtesy, and smiled: "I'm embarrassed, Mr. Yi's kung fu is impressive, I don't know which school it belongs to?"

  Yi Chen shook his head and smiled: "Is this question important?"

  Tang Hu laughed: "Doesn't matter?"

  The two of them laughed and shook hands, with Tang Hu saying in a deep voice: "Indeed, the 'Dragon Gate' can only be considered as dragon if it flies up to the ninth heaven. Although some old men inside the hall disagree with our expansion of power, we young people agree with Mr. Yi's opinion. In the future, please give us more guidance."

  Yi Chen nodded slightly and said straightforwardly: "In the south of London, I can let it out, but 'Longmen' needs to guarantee the safety of my business there."

  Tang Hu said bluntly, "Alright, you've given up half of your territory. I won't beat around the bush either. The relationship that 'Longmen' has painstakingly maintained for decades can now be shared with Mr. Yi... Although I haven't figured out how 'Longmen' will develop from here, don't all things require trying?"

  He nodded heavily and shook hands with Tang Hu tightly, extending his left hand: "Let's sit down and talk, Gao Er, wine... strong wine."

  Tang Hu's underling, looking at Yi Chen, said: "My old master has agreed to my request. A group of younger brothers are also willing to follow me out to make a name for ourselves. About half of the uncles have agreed to our proposal to expand our influence outside the Chinese district. Although some uncles think we're being too high-profile, they don't have much room to oppose us since we haven't mobilized their men. So, they won't take any drastic actions... In other words, our cooperation with Mr. Yi is a done deal."

  Yi Chen handed a glass of whiskey to Tang Hu, then raised his own glass and clinked it against his before downing the drink in one gulp. "I have a proposal," he said. "'Longmen' doesn't need to get involved with the underworld's business dealings. Your uncles wouldn't agree to that either. But on the right path, there are many ways to make money now... for example, security companies?"

  Tang Hu smiled: "You're recruiting our brothers for the 'Black Magic' security company, right? That's no problem, but they don't get involved in bloody things."

  "No problem, someone will naturally take care of the killing and arson, I want them to be instructors, can they?"

  Tang Hu hesitated for a moment before responding with one word: "Alright."

  Yi Chen gently swayed his wine glass, which had been filled by Gor early on. Looking at the liquor inside, Yi Chen said softly: "So, now I need help. I need a safe location not far from Liverpool, a large warehouse area, yes, one that can store a large quantity of military supplies."

  Tang Hu looked at Yi Chen curiously: "Smuggling military supplies?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "No, I'm here to intercept the military supplies... Someone from within China came over and said there's a batch of military supplies that need to be intercepted. Originally, it was my few junior brothers who were supposed to handle this matter, but I took it on myself for the sake of convenience. How about it? We'll split the profits as I proposed last time."

  Tang Hu lightly bit his fingernail and nodded, saying: "Mm, the location is no problem, but isn't this a task entrusted by that official from last time? I don't want to get too entangled with them, Mr. Yi."

  Yi Chen nodded and smiled. These people were hidden in the city, naturally being the kind of idle and unbounded figures who didn't want to have too much contact with Mr. Zhang and his group, which was also understandable.

  Tang Hu Meng jumped up and said loudly: "So, let's go now. I think you don't need to prepare a warehouse in Liverpool because it's too dangerous. I have the confidence to ensure that those munitions are transported safely by rail to Manchester. You just need to pick up the goods and hand them over to our people in Liverpool."

  Yi Chen looked at Tang Hu and reminded him, "Tang Hu, that batch of goods is very heavy and hot to handle. Once we get our hands on it, we must transport it within two hours, otherwise it will be a huge trouble, understand?"

  "Don't worry, we've been here for many years and can be said to have penetrated every corner of the UK. As long as it's a standard container that can fit on a five-car train, we can bring it over."

  Yi Chen clapped his hands loudly and said: "So, it's settled then, it's settled."

  Tang Hu smiled: "Are you interested in visiting an old man with me? He is the person in charge of our 'Longmen' in the south, and I need him to help coordinate manpower for this matter."

  Yi Chen thought for half a day, shaking his head lightly: "No, Tang Hu, no, I'm not a very clean person. If I have too much contact with 'Longmen' people, it may bring you trouble, do you know? So, I'll return to London, finish some small things and then go to Liverpool. And you, arrange everything well, okay?"

  Tang Hu nodded slightly: "Then, very well... Directly pick up the goods from the dock?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "Yes, and pay attention to cleanliness. We need to prepare equipment for washing the tires of vehicles. At that time, there will be a lot of blood on the dock."

  Tang Hu nodded in agreement and walked out swiftly.

  Jie Si tilted his head and looked at Tang Hu's back, muttering: "Boss, this kid is not bad, yeah, he handles things quite efficiently, quite lively... Young people are good, they have capital."

  "Is it possible that you, Jester Douglas, are just an old man over a hundred years old? He snorted and ordered, "Don't stay in Manchester any longer, pack your things and hurry back to London. Time is precious, gentlemen, time is precious... especially for you, Jester, if you don't waste it on drugs, liquor, and adult films, your life will be much younger."

  A specialty store in London City, dedicated to selling Boss suits. Yi Chen stood inside the store and ordered the owner: "Close the shop, dear sir, I need to pick out some small items to dress up my friend."

  The boss shook his head: "Sir, all the shops on this street only provide closing services to big shots, you..." His words couldn't continue, as Phil's large black Desert Eagle was aimed at his forehead, 11mm caliber, enough to turn his brain into a mess of tofu. And Goll was very cooperative with his brother, smiling and opening the leather suitcase in his hand, revealing the green stacks of US dollars inside.

  "Sorry, I'm not the kind of person who throws himself around every day, but I do have some pride in my identity. I can be considered a big shot, at least in London City there are several movie stars, just like those who provide exclusive services for you, they don't dare to utter a word in front of me. Sir, please close the shop door, okay? My handsome young friend here needs some good clothes."

  "Mr. Yi, I've already bought a lot of clothes in Manchester, this one is not needed."

  "Shh, Mr. Off, the clothes you bought in Manchester don't have the flavor of London city, do you know? London is an old, dull and uninteresting city, just like British politicians, you need some clothes that match this atmosphere. The clothes from Manchester? That's just to prevent you from being too embarrassed in front of others, now they can all be thrown away."

  "Ah, foolishness! The shop owner has already given orders: 'Close the door, sir... Honorable sir, I await your command.'"

  Yi Chen snapped his fingers, and Phil slowly put away his own gun. Gole threw a suitcase full of US dollars onto the nearby sofa, muttering: "Who made the rule that prohibits carrying large amounts of cash? A big bundle of US dollars is more intimidating, isn't it?"

  "Mr. Ouf, take off your clothes, oh... there are no ladies here, you can relax a bit, didn't I leave Miss Phil in the house? Alright, alright, you're a simple guy, but trying on clothes requires taking off your previous ones. Phil, Goll, help Mr. Ouf."

  Oaf's face turned bright red, and his clothes were torn to shreds by Philgorn's powerful ripping, leaving only one underpants remaining.

  The boss's eyes widened and he involuntarily let out a whistle: "Oh my god, sir, your body is simply perfect... Oh heavens! Can I take a photo of you? A photo of you wearing our store's suit to use as an advertisement? Heavens, I'll pay you for it, you're a perfect model."

  Aof's face turned red all the way to his neck, and he didn't know what to say. Behind him, two or three shop assistants also showed extremely envious eyes.

  The werewolf's innate robust gene, combined with the muscles honed from long-term intense physical training, and Aofu's naturally tall and majestic physique, presented to everyone a figure that seemed like a divine being deliberately drawn by a draftsman in golden ratio proportions.

  "Alright, gentlemen, no need to waste any more time. Let's start preparing Mr. Ouf's clothes. Ah yes, Mr. Ouf will also need a watch, a watch chain, hmm, a tie clip... everything must be the best. But since we have money now, what can't we do?"

  With money, most things can be done, so when Ou Fu walked out of the Mercedes-Benz temporarily used by Yi Chen, he had a noble and elegant demeanor. He was originally a handsome, simple, and honest young man, and after wearing the suit carefully selected by Yi Chen, he actually had a taste of being a son of a famous family, and his tall and strong physique also brought some domineering feeling that sons of famous families could not have.

  "Wait here," Easy told Phil. "Mr. Lacey isn't an easy man to talk to, understand?"

  Ferguson nodded in agreement and stood at the door of the car with his hands behind his back, like two black statues, motionless.

  He pulled off a stunned Ophelia and pointed to the neatly arranged, yet somewhat rigid lawn, flowerbeds, fountains, and trees around them. "This is the largest golf club in London City, newly built over the past two years. Although it's called a public club, in reality, without at least one million dollars, you can't even get a membership card. It's an informal gathering place for all the big shots in London City who like this sort of thing. I'm going to introduce you to Mr. Razer, member number 007 here. Isn't that interesting? I know there's a famous movie called '007'."

  Aof stepped on the gleaming floor and licked his lips: "God, Mr. Yi, are we going in to find someone?"

  "Of course, I brought you to Mr. Laze's house earlier, but the guard said he came here, so we had to come here to find him, why not? Have you forgotten your ambition in Manchester? Alright, alright, relax, Oaf, learn to relax, are you afraid of those security guards? Oh God, they're just dogs, treat them like a bunch of tail-wagging beggars and that's it. You'll get used to these scenes later, because by then you'll be the honored guest."

  Yi Chen pulled Auve into the building at the entrance, and two blonde beauties hurried to welcome them, smiling and saying: "Sir, may I ask you..."

  Yi Chen looked around and asked puzzled: "Where is Mr. Hewitt? Isn't he here?"

  As soon as the voice fell, a bald middle-aged man happened to walk out of the elevator at the end of the hall, followed by several security guards. Seeing Yi Chen, he exaggeratedly opened his arms: "Oh my god, Mr. Yi, you've finally come! Oh, it's been a while since you last came. Been busy lately? Ah, go on, don't you two know Mr. Yi? Alright, alright, Mr. Yi, don't be angry, they just finished training a month ago. Please, please follow me, are you here to play ball or find someone?"

  "Alright, alright, you're teasing me," Yi Chen spread out his hands: "I don't play golf. Where's Mr. Laze?"

  "Hewitt pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the hall and said, 'Look over there, hole 15. He's not in a good mood today because he lost ￡3,700 to Senator Ferrara. I'll take you to find him.'"

  Yi Chen pulled out a stack of cash and handed it to him: "Forget it, I'll go find him myself. Hmm, right, your security guard doesn't need to worry about Ouf, he's my man, maybe soon he'll become Mr. Razer's person... Alright, alright, I understand, for the safety of our guests, Mr. Ouf must register, alright? You don't trust me? Then I'll leave immediately."

  Hewitt put the banknotes into his pocket, shook his head: "You're kidding me, would I not trust you? Ha, kidding..." Hewitt muttered to himself: "If you want to kill any of these guests, you don't even need to do it yourself... What a joke."

  Yi Chen walked slowly with Ouf to the 15th hole of the golf course, just in time to see Laze hit the ball into a hole. Seven or eight bodyguard-like men nearby applauded in unison: "Eagle, Mr., congratulations, it's an eagle."

  Razer burst out laughing, and Oph finally got a clear look at his face. His greyish-white hair, skin that seemed to have a tendency towards vitiligo, medium build, thin lips, and deep-set eye sockets - even when he was smiling, his eyes still had an extremely cold glint in them. Oph's first impression was: "This guy is too formidable, I don't like him at all, I'd rather tear his body to shreds." Thinking that this person might one day become his boss, Oph felt a strong sense of reluctance.

  Yi Chen also applauded lightly: "Congratulations, congratulations, Mr. Laze, you won."

  Lazi turned back with a smile: "Oh, God, Chinese easy, haha, you also come to play ball? I remember when we both joined this club almost at the same time... Ah ha, Ferrara, you owe me 300 pounds... Let's calculate later, hmm... Who is this young man?"

  Laze nodded and showed a knowing expression: "I understand, kid. Come on, hold my golf club. Ferrara, you old devil, play a few rounds with this young fellow and see how much money you can win. Don't worry, my wallet is right there on the grass, help yourself."

  Ou Fei hadn't even had time to defend himself, saying he didn't know how to play golf, when Laze had already forcibly stuffed the club into his hands and gone off to talk with Yi Chen.

  Yi Chen and Feila nodded, Feila smiled and waved at this side, walked to Aofu's side: "Oh, dear boy, how is your skill? Ah ha... got it, you're a master, aren't you?"

  "Sorry, sir, I don't play golf."

  Ferrara was taken aback for a moment, and the bodyguards behind him also froze. But Ferrara immediately smiled like an old fox: "So, let's start from the first hole, dear, don't be afraid, oh, don't be afraid, got it, dear gentlemen, you are my witnesses, I will teach this young man how to play golf, of course, the stakes can't be low, we'll play ten holes, each hole for five thousand pounds, agree? Then, the final total score, one million pounds for every lead stroke? Alright, since you have no objection, I take it that you all agree... Ah ha, Mr. Laze won't mind this little bit of money."

  He dragged Offen onto the rickshaw, smiling as he urged the driver to start moving, and said with a chuckle: "See, it's very simple. Use this stick to hit the little white ball into the hole in the ground... Oh, don't need to know the rules, just get the ball in with as few sticks as possible."

  Lazera walked far away with Yidun and asked in a low voice: "God, the 30 million you lent me last time..."

  "What's wrong? Have you used it all up? Oh, come on, we're friends, a little money doesn't matter! I'll send another 5 million over right away. Your business is at risk, I understand that, and as an investor, this bit of money shouldn't be weighing on your mind."

  Lazi pursed his lips and revealed a happy smile, nodding his head: "So, that's it... I'm thinking of ways to get the position of that damned committee chairman. If I get it, I can supervise the financial expenditure rights. At that time, those departments will give me benefits, and I won't forget you."

  Yi Chen nodded and saw someone driving an electric vehicle over, immediately changing the subject: "Oh, right, Laze, what do you think of that young man?"

  Laze nodded and said, "A very handsome young man, no, not handsome, should be elegant, then a tough guy. My first impression is that he just came out from the countryside? I see him... Hehe, still with the innocence that we can never get back."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Oh, people from Manchester aren't ordinary countryside folk either. You're looking for a personal secretary, right? I think he could be a great candidate, and with some training, he might become your right-hand man, sir."

  Lazi turned around and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my god, is he going to play golf?"

  "Alright, alright, people aren't born knowing how to play golf, no big deal."

  Lazi gritted his teeth and said: "Ferrara will definitely take this opportunity to raise the stakes, that old ghost..."

  "Eyebrows raised, Dusty let out a low whistle: 'A little bit of small change, sir, don't mind it, what do you think of him? Give me an answer, if you don't want him, I'll see if there's another way, if not, just let him roll back to Manchester and be his union chairman.'"

  Lazi burst out laughing: "Haha, he's the union chairman? Hmm... Let me think, what's his name?"

  Yì chén jǔ jiān jiān bǎng: "ào fū."

  Translation:

  Yi dust shrugged his shoulders: "Alas."

  Lazare slapped his forehead: "That idiot Oaf, who got booed off stage in the middle of a speech when he was running for district representative? Forget it, he's become a laughing stock within the party, and he's probably cost us at least 0.1% of support in Manchester."

  Yi Chen tightly grasped his shoulder: "People will always have changes, let him try, how about it? Hmm?"

  Lazi said disinterestedly: "Well, try it then. Hopefully he won't break my Chinese porcelain plate... This is on your account, Yi."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, but perhaps I should remind you that there are several other big shots who are also very interested in him... His elder, hmm, has some extensive connections." Yi Chen hinted to Laze, since the Dark Council had sent out Vest, they would naturally put in some effort, right?

  Lazi's mouth formed an "O": "Really? Who?"

  Yi Chen smiled silently, and said with a smile: "I don't know, really, I can swear to heaven. But I do know some things, dear Lazi, this is an investment, a political investment, understand?"

  Lazi grasped Yi Chen's hand: "Ah ha, political investment? Got it! Do you want to join? With your abilities, you may get a very high position in three to five years. I dare say, dear Yi, are you interested?"

  "Alright, I like hiding in the shadows, dear. Standing behind you is more advantageous than standing shoulder to shoulder with you. Besides, I need to earn enough money for our common interests. Money, money, money, sir - politics is like that, it needs money to play."

  Lazze blinked an eye and shrugged his shoulders: "Well, let him stay then, I'll see if he can learn something quickly... How's his skill?"

  Yi Chen glanced at him quickly: "Oh, killing two or three bodyguards and a congressman under their protection is no problem."

  Lazze also took a quick glance at him: "So, ah ha, good... Tell him to stay behind, I'll try him out. You understand, we have to carefully examine each and every one of them."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Of course I can understand... Hmm, we should head back now, or you'll lose big time today."

  Lazi's facial muscles twitched and he quickly turned around and walked towards the seventh hole.

  As the two walked over, Ferrara was standing there with a sour face, sighing. Seeing the two approaching, Ferrara pointed at Yichun with an unpleasant tone: "Yi Tian Ah, you called a professional player to compete with me? Seven holes, just seven holes, he won five games and is leading me by thirteen strokes... Oh God."

  Lazier was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing with schadenfreude: "Dear old devil, what stakes did you ask for? Hmm, tell me, I need to settle the accounts."

  Yi Chen also laughed: "Aofu, which two games did you lose?"

  "Ah, Mr. Yi, I lost the first and second holes, but then I found it was really too simple, too simple! Just consider the influence of the wind a little bit, and it's easy to calculate, isn't it, Mr. Yi?"

  Yi Chen revealed a smile.

  He handed over a thick stack of cash, and saw that Ov's eyes had already welled up with a hint of affection that was not easily revealed. He believed Yi Chen's words, Ov was indeed not good at playing golf, but he could actually win against Ferara, so Ov was either a genius or extremely lucky, and in either case, he was happy to have such a subordinate.

  Yi Chen lightly patted Ouf's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Remember what I told you in Manchester. Your future, your position, are now in your own hands. Do you understand?"

  Aof lightly nodded, indicating that he understood, and his eyes revealed a determined but frenzied glow.