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  But before Wester came to visit Yichun, he had already sneaked back to his old nest and dispatched a large number of vampires and black magicians to gather information about Jester. At the same time, they also inquired about Yichun's news. Jester's story was simple: he fled from Germany all the way to the UK, but was caught by Yichun and brought back like a dead dog.

  Yi Chen's background was too troublesome, those vampires and black magicians were not geniuses at gathering intelligence. When their information was compiled, it sounded like Yi Chen had become a gang leader in London the moment he appeared, then came the smooth-sailing gentleman and so on. The things Yi Chen did before couldn't be investigated at all. Occasionally, there would be a black magician with a slightly more agile brain who would sneak into Scotland Yard in the middle of the night, rummage through their top-secret files, and find Yi Chen's file which was as clean as a virgin's.

  Vester is a bit of a headache, Jester is an out-and-out anti-God character, which is beyond doubt. But, but that Yi Chen, his identity is too mysterious, and yet, despite mobilizing so many people, they still can't find out what he was like more than five years ago. Although it's known that Yi Chen is a Chinese person, the Dark Congress doesn't have any influence in China, and there's no way to investigate Yi Chen's background.

  After deliberating for a long time, Weisi still decided to report this matter up, in short, if this matter is done well, it may be a meritorious service, which would be very beneficial to one's position and cannot be missed.

  Weist sent someone to investigate the details of Yi Chen and others, and then considered it for a few more days, considering whether it was wise to disturb the highest council again. But thinking about it, he still had to go report once, maybe there would be some benefits.

  Thoughts turned into action, this was also one of Vester's strong points. After making some slight arrangements for the work at hand and having his subordinates keep a close eye on the movements of the Vatican and the Church of England, he transformed into a bat and flew swiftly towards the ancient castle where the highest council was located.

  It was still the same wilderness, with wind and sand swirling through the air. Wester materialized in a cloud of smoke, looked around, and muttered to himself for a few moments. Before he had even finished his incantation, the ancient castle appeared, and then plumes of black smoke burst out from within. Wester's heart skipped a beat as he quickly dropped to the ground, loudly slapping his buttocks with his hands.

  Three members of the highest council burst out of the ancient castle with a dozen or so vampire nobles, and upon seeing Wester kneeling on the ground, one of them stopped and let out a strange laugh, saying: "Haha, we have urgent business to attend to, Wester, no need for too much courtesy, haha, you've been doing very well lately, very good... Haha ha ha ha..." This council member quickly transformed into thick smoke and caught up with the companions ahead.

  Vester blinked his eyes, saw that there was no one around, and slowly got up. He muttered to himself: "Don't be too polite? Got it, my predecessor was sent to Norway because he didn't bow to a congressman... I don't want to guard the border... Hmph." When he knelt down, one of his knees pressed a blood-red scorpion flat, and now that poor scorpion was struggling on his pants.

  Wyest pointed at the scorpion and it shattered into powder, then he rushed into the ancient castle before it disappeared. If he had to use a spell to summon the castle again, he would have wasted his own magic power; Wyest was no fool.

  At the entrance of the ancient castle, those tall black armor puppets, with red lights flashing in their eyes, looked up and down at Wester, then slowly opened a road with a giant sword weighing several hundred kilograms. Wester glanced left and right, and quickly walked forward along the high, dark, and deep passage.

  At the entrance of the grand hall, four black-robed wizards with dull green eyes blocked the way. One of them cackled in a hoarse voice: "Lord Vestier, you're back again? Oh... outsiders aren't allowed to come here frequently, didn't you know that? What if you were followed by the Church's people and we got into trouble? This headquarters has been used for over 500 years; if anything went wrong, no one could bear it."

  Vester bowed hastily and said respectfully, "I apologize, but I really have something important to report to the Speaker... Please let me announce it." For these black sorcerers who could no longer be considered human, Vester had a deep sense of fear. These guys had given up their identity as humans hundreds of years ago in pursuit of the ultimate power of black magic, using forbidden spells to transform themselves into alien beings, and their powers were absolutely beyond Vester's resistance.

  Even among the lower-ranking members of the Dark Assembly, a rumor has been circulating: "Even the Speaker himself is no match for these people... However, the Speaker is able to communicate directly with Lord Satan, which is why he wields such great power."

  The four black magicians looked at each other, nodded and said: "Alright, anyway there's no one behind you."

  One of them suddenly grabbed Wyster with an icy claw and whispered in his ear, "Ahah, next time you come, bring me ten virgins, I want to use their blood to recultivate my lovely little darlings, didn't you just kill one?"

  Vester's entire body was numb as he walked into the grand hall, damn it, these black sorcerers' powers were too terrifying, how did they know they had killed a poisonous scorpion? Even if he was a vampire aristocrat who had experienced the bloody battles of the medieval inquisition and the dark council, Vester was still shocked by the power displayed by these humans.

  It was still the same vast, cavernous hall that had intimidated him before. The Speaker stood on a raised dais at the far end of the room, flanked by the shadowy figures of the other senior members of the Dark Assembly. Wester bowed deeply and then knelt down.

  The chairman asked in a hoarse voice: "Oh, Wester, how's the situation going? And what about our lovely big dog, Mr. Da Hai, how is he now?"

  "Ah, sir, Mr. Off is doing very well, really well; he's in good hands with that Member of Parliament, Lazare; the Chinaman has found him a good boss, sir... That Lazare has great influence in the Chamber, and his boss seems to be an even bigger personage."

  The chairman smiled in satisfaction: "Your performance is not bad, Wester. So, why did you come back so quickly? Ah, I remember the rule that high-ranking officials in foreign affairs can only return once every three months, right? Is there any information that you cannot tell us through other communication channels?"

  "Ah, sir, listen to me, I've discovered some intelligence that may be very advantageous to us, concerning that Chinaman."

  The chairman shook his head, saying: "No, Wester, that Chinese man must be a very powerful person, otherwise we are not interested in ordinary people. Even if he has a lot of connections at the top level in Britain, we only need to use him and don't need to pay too much attention to him."

  Vester nodded repeatedly: "Your words are absolutely correct, sir. However, one of the Chinese man's subordinates is a person named Jester, who defected from the German church because of the youngest daughter of the Shakle family, and that Jester, who was once a temple-level executive."

  The figure of the speaker blurred for a moment, and when it became clear again, he was already standing in front of Vest, saying with some excitement: "Ah, Satan, my master, Vest, are you telling the truth? That Jest? The one we thought had been killed by the Church's pursuit? The one who brought about the downfall of the ancient and powerful Shakle family?"

  Weist smiled: "The wise and brilliant sir, you are absolutely right, it is him."

  The chairman tapped West's shoulder with his hand: "God, West, you have made great contributions... Really, I must say that your achievements are simply astonishing... Hmm, good, recruit Jester and make him join our Dark Council. God, we've always been unclear about the power of the Inquisition, we've always been unclear about how their holy power works. Now, we have all the answers. As long as we can make Jester surrender to Satan's throne, we may be able to completely suppress the power of the Vatican."

  The surrounding members were discussing, yes, any power has its own weaknesses, but it depends on whether you can find this weakness. As long as you can grasp the enemy's weak point, you can defeat the enemy. The enemy of the Dark Assembly is the Vatican, and the Vatican's power has suppressed the Dark Assembly's dark power. If something can be obtained from Jester, the day when the Dark Assembly rises will come.

  So, with the Speaker and a host of MPs' trust, with his own promotion to Grade One's joy, Wester rushed out of the ancient castle, whooshing towards Manchester, then took the train from there to London. The Dark Congress people are very careful in their actions, they never let others grasp the handle, any action related to the outside world, they will always leave a trace. If not, Scotland Yard would look at someone who was in Birmingham today, Liverpool tomorrow, and ran to London thirty minutes later, especially when he didn't have a private jet...

  Vester sat in Yichun's parlor, deep in thought, unsure of what means to use to get Jester alone. After all, Yichun was the host and he was just a guest, if he insisted on talking to Jester, it would be too obvious. Caution was the motto of the Dark Congress.

  Yi Chen slowly walked in, laughing and extending his hand to Wester: "Ahah, Mr. Wester, are you here to visit Mr. Ouf? Oh, he's been doing great lately, everything is fine, don't worry."

  Wyatt shook hands with Yicun, a hint of a smile on his normally impassive face: "Ah, what can I do? Ouf is after all someone I've taken care of since he was young, how could I not be concerned about him?"

  "Ah, no worries, no worries at all. He might be busy lately, but he'll definitely make time to meet with you... Oh, and I just so happen to have some business with Congressman Lazio, I can take you to see him."

  Weston's mind was racing, wasn't this a good opportunity? He hastily shook his head and said: "Ah, no need to trouble you, Mr. Yi, you're busy with your affairs, no need to bother you, just find someone to accompany me over there... Ah, I think Mr. Jester and I get along pretty well, why don't we let Mr. Jester accompany me to find Off? Is that okay?"

  Yi Chen spread his hands and nodded, "If you insist... Jester doesn't have much to do every day either. If he can go out with you more often, I think it's a good thing too." Mr. Phil, please call Jester over and tell him that staying at home all day will make him sick. I've found a good job for him.

  West smiled wryly: "It's all been a lot of trouble."

  "Ah, no worries, no worries. Oh, you're alone in London? Well, London's taxis aren't exactly something to write home about, I'll get Mr. Jester to drive you instead, no worries at all, Mr. Laze knows Jester...Jester, take out the white Citroen, okay? Don't even think about touching my new Mercedes, or else..."

  Yi Chen roughly guessed what Wester was up to, wasn't it just to win people over? Why be so cautious? You honestly tell me, I didn't say a word and let Jester participate, but since you want to play these tricks, then I'll let Jester accompany you to play. I hope this old bat doesn't have heart disease, otherwise, it would scare the living daylights out of this damned old ghost.

  Jester's face lit up with excitement: "Haha, boss, no problem... what do you want me to do?"

  "Take Mr. Vester to Councilor Lazure's, find Mr. Ouf and tell him I want you to go there, be careful on the way, got it?"

  Jester didn't take Yichen's words to heart, and said with a smile: "Mr. Weisite, let's go, we're in a hurry, that Laze guy might have gone somewhere, and we still need to find him one place at a time."

  Mr. Wei stood up: "Mr. Yi, I'm leaving now. If things go well, I may have to leave London again soon. I'm really sorry about that. If I get the chance, I'll definitely come visit you specially. You've helped me a lot, thank you so much." Mr. Yi nodded and shook hands with him, seeing him off.

  Phil stood sullenly behind Yichun, looking over his shoulder to see Jester speeding away in the nearly new white Citroen, its four tires screeching and smoking as they skidded across the ground.

  Easy shook his head and said in a low voice, "Poor old bat... Ahah, Mr. Phil, I bet one hundred pounds that Jester won't come back safely this time."

  "Phil shrugged his shoulders: 'Boss, I bet a thousand pounds that he will definitely be caught by the police.'"

  The two of them exchanged a glance, neither thinking that Jester would return unscathed. So who were they betting on?

  Weist sat in the passenger seat, originally wanting to take the opportunity to talk to Jester, but Jester was so focused on speeding that he didn't care whether Weist had anything to say. All he saw was the white Citroen racing forward on the highway, tracing a small S-shaped trajectory, while Weist sat beside him with an almost expressionless face.

  Poor Wester, he only remembered that the unbridled carriages of long ago had such frantic behavior, and did not think that today, a person could drive an automobile in this way.

  Jester was okay, and he finally made it to Laze's house safely. However, the security guard at the door who still remembered Jester shook his head and said: "Mr. Laze is out, he left very early, and he's not here now."

  Jie Si was stunned for a moment, but then became excited again. If La Ze wasn't there, he could just speed up a bit more. He didn't even ask La Ze where he was going and stepped on the accelerator, leaving behind a trail of blue smoke as he sped away.

  West's mind was filled with a sense of helplessness: "Can't let this kid take me on a wild ride all over London, I don't want the headline in tomorrow's Times to be: 'Car crash, giant bat flies out of car.'" After thinking for a moment, West used his strong hand to grab Jester's arm fiercely. Jester was taken aback, and the car crashed head-on into the roadside wall, then bounced back three meters and hit the sedan that was slowly following behind.

  The driver behind cursed and ran out, Jester's eyes turned cold, he was about to go out and fight, but Vestra held him back: "No, no, Jester, listen to me, I have something to find you, don't waste your time on these ordinary humans, let's find a quiet corner to talk, okay? A corner without outsiders... Listen to me, I'm sincere in finding you, trust me."

  Jester kicked open the car door, sending the driver who was yelling at him flying more than two meters away. He turned back to Wester with a dissatisfied expression and said: "Forget it, didn't you see? I've gotten into trouble again. Dammit, my boss is going to deduct another big chunk of money from this month's salary. My boss is literally a blood-sucking vampire..."

  Weiss followed him out of the car, grabbed his arm and said seriously: "Then what's the point of you staying here? Come with me, I have something very serious to discuss with you."

  Jester turned back with a curious expression: "Aren't you here to see Oph? He's doing quite well now, I heard from the boss that he's about to become the new cabinet spokesperson."

  Vester's heart thudded a few times, who would have thought that Oph had reached such a high position? However, he still remembered his main task at the moment and shook his head saying: "No, I'm here to find you."

  Jester sneered and smiled wickedly as he watched the police car approaching in the distance, nodding his head and saying: "Alright, let's go... Hey, you damn guy, someone will compensate for your car, but you're not allowed to say it was me who drove the car, otherwise I'll kill you." Jester had barely escaped from the traffic police last time, and if he was reported again this time, his driver's license would probably be revoked, so he threatened the middle-aged man who was clutching his stomach and groaning on the ground.

  Two men without social morality walked away with big strides, and after walking and stopping, they arrived at the bank of the Thames River, standing on a desolate riverbank.

  Jester shrugged indifferently, rolled his eyes and said: "Alright, alright, what do you want from me? The car's already crashed, I'll definitely get scolded when I go back. Might as well play with you first... OK, say it, say it, you old bloodsucker."

  Vester's face changed, he rubbed his hands and chuckled: "Ah, dear Jester, what did you say?"

  Jester swiftly closed in on his body, one hand flipping open his coat to reveal the small bat emblem on his shirt, saying in a low voice: "Ah, an old vampire noble, hmm? A member of the Sabik family? Don't deny it, sir. I recognize almost all high-ranking vampire families' emblems. You can't deny it. The riffraff might get a bat tattooed on themselves to show off their bravery, but no human would ever receive this emblem. You're a big shot in the Sabik family, aren't you?"

  West smiled awkwardly, thinking it was because of the Shackles family relationship that Jester had the ability to recognize vampires, so he frankly admitted: "Yes, we are enlightened people, we don't need to deceive each other, I have something to talk to you about." He didn't know that the one who leaked his identity was Yichen. Although Jester was uninhibited, he wasn't perverted to the point of stripping someone's clothes off as soon as they met, especially when that person was an old man.

  Jester nodded, plopped his butt down on the riverbank, lit a marijuana cigarette, and nodded saying: "Alright, what do you want to say? Are you asking me what color the Pope's underwear is? I don't know that, although I'd be happy to tell you... damn, this is the Vatican's biggest secret. Or are you asking me to join you guys? Is that it? No? Oh, I'd rather believe it's yes."

  Vester felt a bit powerless, as if Jester had grasped all his intentions clearly, which made him feel uncomfortable. He dryly laughed: "Oh, dear, you see, you've admitted that you are..."

  Jester lay on the riverbank, gazing up at the sky and exhaling a mouthful of smoke. He weakly rolled his eyes: "Alright, if you're here to find me, then you must have already investigated my identity and background. Screw it, what's the point in denying anything? A gang leader like Jester is useless to you, but a former Inquisitorial Sanctum Executor like Jester... that's just devilishly lovely, isn't it? Hmm?"

  Vester squatted down beside his body, looking at Jester's face, nodding and saying: "Yes, you're especially useful. Think about it, you directly said what I meant to say, you're a clever and capable young man, really, very capable... Most importantly, we need you, we appreciate you."

  Jester looked at Wester with boredom: "Forget it, I'm not interested in joining you, no benefits, dear Wester... The boss has said that if there's no benefit, never do it, because that's definitely a loss. What can you give me? Nothing."

  Vester smiled slyly and said, "You're wrong, our Dark Congress has immense power. Do you want to be in a high position? Do you want to have endless wealth? Do you want to control the lives of millions of people? Join us, and you can become such a big shot."

  Jester yawned: "Ah, since that's the case, why don't you guys just support Mr. Oaf yourselves? Why do we have to get our boss involved? If it wasn't for our old man pushing Mr. Oaf as an investment, I reckon he'd still be carrying steel bars in the factory."

  Vester got a bit nervous, looked around and asked in a low voice: "Did you tell your boss my true identity? Does your boss know your real power?"

  Jester shook his head and said lazily, "Got it, where am I so bored? No." Anyway, Wester's true identity was told to Jester by Yichen, and Yichen wasn't clear about what was strange about Jester's dark power either, so Jester didn't lie at all.

  Visser let out a visible sigh of relief and explained, "Think about it, why don't we ourselves bring Mr. Oaf to high position, we are being watched too closely, we can't leak our power, dear, we can't do that. We have to let Mr. Oaf go through some bright and unrelated channel, our strength can only help him in secret, you understand."

  Jester's upper body slowly rose up, just fitting in front of Wester less than an inch away, coldly saying: "Are you done?"

  Vester shook his head honestly: "No, I still have a lot to say, and I'm not done yet."

  Jester blew a ring of smoke in his face: "Alright, I can tell you something, but I won't join your dark council, that's it. My life is quite comfortable now and I don't want to change anything... You probably can't handle the Vatican, I can tell you that much."

  Vester scrunched up his face and backed away from the smoke, muttering to himself: "Ugly things brought by modern technology... Hmph... Marijuana, damn thing." He shook his head: "Good grief, if you only tell us a little bit of inside information, what's in it for us? We need more."

  Jester shook his head: "It's impossible, you won't agree to my terms, otherwise it wouldn't be a big deal for me to join you."

  "Come on, come on, what conditions do you want? Power, status, money, beautiful women, we can all agree to them."

  "First, no one is allowed to control me, I do what I want. However, my subordinates must be a group of people who listen to orders at any time, they are strictly forbidden from prying into my actions, otherwise I will get rid of them, can I?"

  Vester had already obtained the Speaker's authorization, and with a mouthful of packaged votes said: "This condition is justified, we know you are not a person who likes to be restricted, so we will absolutely not restrict your actions. Of course, occasionally we need to borrow your strength, you can decline, can decline. Yes..."

  Jester burst out laughing: "It's not over yet, secondly, I want the Dark Council's materials on dark magic and black sorcery. I want to become stronger, even more powerful, got it? You're not allowed to use any 'top secret' or 'not allowed to read' nonsense to brush me off, otherwise, you'll be scattered all over the place. If you dare to deal with me, I'll report you to the Vatican."

  "God, are you kidding me? You think we're the Vatican or something? All the magical tomes are at our HQ, and anyone who's capable can browse them freely. Didn't Shakle's little girl mention this to you? Their family isn't part of the Council, but it's a tradition in our dark world... Oh..."

  Jester's hand suddenly flashed a dark light, and a silver star streaked across, Wester's whiskers and hair were shaved clean, while Wester didn't even see what kind of weapon Jester was holding in his hand, he stared at Jester in shock...

  "Bring up Germany again and I'll kill you, I swear to God I will. Then I'll trap your soul in a curse, forever damned."

  Vester licked his lips and couldn't tell how bad Jester was, so he nodded repeatedly.

  Jester gently stroked Wester's neck with his fingers, saying indifferently: "Thirdly, heh heh, the third point, when the Vatican dealt with the Shakle family back then, why didn't your dark world send reinforcements? Didn't the people in your German branch discover the Vatican's actions? Hand over the leader of that branch to me and I'll join you."

  Vester was stunned, Jester meant that the ill-fated German branch leader should go to hell... Would the Speaker agree?

  But if Jest joined the council, wouldn't the benefits and honors he brought to himself be more important? I don't care about that guy... Moreover, without the permission of the Speaker, he almost betrayed the vampire royal family, Shakel. As a member of the vampires, shouldn't he show some attitude?

  Vester nodded silently: "After you join us, I'll apply for a duel with you... This is an internal ritual of our council. If members have disputes, they will duel in front of the statue of Satan, the winner lives and the loser dies... But I want to tell you that guy is a top-notch black wizard, you may not be able to..."

  Jester burst out laughing: "Good heavens, who says I have to duel him right now? Is that a rule of the Council? Hmm? Are you sure?"

  Vester nodded firmly: "I swear by the great god Isadon's power and honor that what I said is true."

  Jester patted Wester's shoulder warmly: "Alright, alright, give me a certificate or something, I'll join the Dark Council now... That guy, I'm not in a hurry, I'll slowly find trouble for him, wait for me... Hmm, when I can cut him down with one knife, I'll challenge him. I'm still young, and he's old, no room to increase his strength, right?"

  Vester's heart skipped a beat, Jester had hit the most feared place of these people, too old, power had reached its peak, and there was no way to progress further. On the contrary, these young people, once they had the experience and lessons learned from the elderly, plus those dark world classics, their prospects were boundless.

  At the same time, Vest was also about to laugh in anger. What did Jester take the Dark Congress for? On this desolate Thames riverbank, he actually wanted to join? He... damn it, did he think this was some street chicken university where you could just grab a certificate and become a member? If the Speaker and others knew about Jester's behavior, they would probably faint on the spot.

  He shook his head slightly: "No, Mr. Jester, I will first report your situation and then give you a probationary period. After you pass the probationary period, you can formally become our member after a series of ceremonies."

  Jester furrowed his brow: "Probation? Damn it, what's there to test? Want me to go take out a Red Robe Archbishop or something? Forget it, last time I tried that at St. Paul's Cathedral, damn near got myself killed, you guys aren't that stupid are you?"

  Vester's eyes widened in realization: "That time when we launched an attack to seize the sacred artifact, someone had already raided the church beforehand... it was you. Your hatred is truly etched into your bones, but for us, this is just too wonderful, a perfect performance... Do we still need a probationary period? Hmm, I suppose so, otherwise it would be hard to explain things to others."

  Vester smiled: "The so-called probationary period is a month's time. You can't have any close contact with the people of the Vatican..."

  Jester venomously said: "Intimate contact? Then does my forcing myself on the nun count as intimate contact?"

  Vester was taken aback, hastily shaking his head and saying: "Ah, we actually don't encourage members to violate the laws of the world, but if you're interested in this sort of thing... personally speaking... I would encourage and support you... it's just a shame that I'm not capable of it myself, otherwise I'd take good care of them."

  Jester thought to himself: "How old is this guy? Damn, doesn't he have any manhood at all? No, he was never a man to begin with."

  Wyatt stood up and held out his hand to Jester, who lazily reached out and used Wyatt's strength to pull himself up.

  Vester said with a serious face: "So, Jester, after you officially become a member of the Dark Council, I will be your guide... Ah, don't get angry, it's just nominal, just a nominal thing... Ha, yes, I won't interfere with any of your affairs, I swear to Satan, I won't interfere with your actions. On the contrary, you can command one-third of my subordinates."

  Jester furrowed his brow: "Only one-third?"

  Vester shook his head: "No, no, no, one-third of my subordinates' hands, including all the dark creatures in the UK, France, Norway, Finland, and Spain. You see, I'm still a relatively important external affairs executive... Yes, you can probably mobilize two thousand people at any time... Of course, high-level experts are scarce, our strength needs to be increased step by step, just like attracting you into ru."

  Jester gazed at him strangely: "Including Ouf?"

  "No, Ov is a special seed, he's under our protection, we can't drive him away, you understand? Members like him with unique charm and abilities are precious seeds... Look at me, do I look like the Prime Minister of a country? No, not at all, but Mr. Ov has that kind of aura, I hope you can understand."

  "Alright, I don't care about your probation period. Anyway, I am a devoted follower of Satan, and my devotion to Satan, my hatred for God, may be deeper than most of you... Fulfill the benefits you promised me, or else I'll kill you."

  Vester didn't heed his threat, but curiously asked: "Why do you hate God so much? A person, a normal human being..."

  Wu Guang's power surged, and Vest shouted in surprise. The vampire's instincts created over a hundred afterimages, dodging around the small space. But Vest almost cried out, for Jester's weapon emitted a light that seemed to have its own consciousness, relentlessly pursuing his neck... What kind of terrifying thing was this?! Damn it, it was too scary! A cold chill stuck to his neck, and Vest had used up all his abilities, yet he still couldn't escape.

  Wu Guang suddenly disappeared, Jester stood coldly in place and said in a low voice: "I told you, you're not allowed to mention those things in front of me... Of course, if you must know, I can tell you... I love her, except for my father, I love her more than anything else in the world, even the boss can only be third, do you understand? Damn it, how could you, this brainless vampire bat, possibly understand?"

  Wei stood five meters away, shaking his head and muttering in a low voice: "Who says I don't understand... Sigh..."

  Anyway, the two of them finally settled on this deal, no mistake about it, without any so-called because they admired something or thought the other had great prospects, and let Jester fall into the Dark Council's arms with such sour words. It was just a bare transaction, and the two parties closed the deal.

  The two guys, who were in a better mood now, slowly walked back to the scene of the accident and found that the unlucky driver and the two cars had been towed away. Only the owner of the house with the partially collapsed wall was there, complaining to his neighbor about something.

  Jester flicked his mouth and hailed a taxi, sending the two back to Chinatown.

  Yi Chen stood by the window and saw a taxi coming over, then Jest and Vest, who was wearing tattered clothes, got out. He sighed and shook his head, saying: "Mr. Phil, find someone to take the fall for Jest, he doesn't have enough points on his license to deduct this time... As for Mr. Vest, I think they're all very happy, it seems they've reached some good agreements."

  There was another sentence that Yidun didn't say out loud: "With Jester's temperament, he must have gotten quite a few benefits, right? Should I command those poor dark creatures to attack the Tower of London? Damn it, maybe it's a good idea, a thousand beastmen wielding axes and chopping away, damn it, you Arthur are so powerful, but I think even you can't be the enemy of ten thousand people."

  The night color slowly enveloped London, and also enveloped the European continent. Under the cover of night, some not very just things are slowly unfolding. For example, our Mr. Kane, he is currently wearing a yellow construction uniform, with 50 or 60 big men, excitedly and openly digging a hole in a highway tunnel, with a sign outside that reads: "Roman City Hall Warning Road Maintenance Please Detour".

  Schtrenggen was digging holes in the road with a pickaxe, while gleefully calculating: "Fabio's kid has quite some energy, he actually managed to get five tons of plastic explosives, damn it, this is going to be a thrilling show..."