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  Back in London, Sakura hastily bid farewell and returned to the casino with four special ninjas. Yī chén smiled strangely and said in a low voice: "Look, this teaches us a lesson, don't easily provoke those whose specific strength we don't know, otherwise we'll suffer greatly. It's strange, I wonder who made his subordinates suffer?"

  Jester shook his head in puzzlement: "I don't get it, by all logic, if those ninjas launched a surprise attack, those priests would definitely be in big trouble. Unless there were people from the Inquisition present to stop them. But the Inquisition and ordinary clergy have always been at odds with each other, and they wouldn't be stationed in the church... Did they run into that son of a bitch Arthur?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Isn't there a church inside the Tower of London? Maybe Sakura rushed in... Hmm, maybe Sakura is praying to God inside, and then those idiotic ninjas rush over and attack the priest right in front of him. What bad luck! Sakura might be able to match up against Arthur, but as for the ninjas below him, those most powerful guys, they're not even worth a single sword."

  Jester's red tongue licked his lips and he said excitedly, "Boss, let's follow Sakura today and see the excitement, maybe there will be a good show."

  "Phil... Mr. Cain isn't here, but you seem to be able to handle a sniper rifle too? You and Mr. Gore, bring the sniper rifles and anti-tank missiles with us. If they really start fighting, we'll take advantage of the opportunity to take out Arthur."

  Phil burst out laughing, shouting: "At your service, boss! I'd love to smash Arthur's head in. His goons beat me up and my brother too - I'm gonna take him down!"

  "Will do, I guarantee it, Phil. That 'Mountain of Light' is still shining brightly waiting for us to go and get it, I don't want to waste this opportunity... Oh, and the 'Black Prince', these extreme jewels, heaven, will drive Fili crazy."

  Jester muttered under his breath: "I hope that idiot Kain remembers to buy something for Miss Phiri, or he's dead meat."

  Back in Chinatown, after a brief entanglement with Fei Li, Yi Chen had just finished washing up and was about to eat something and drink some beverages to recover his spirits when Phil walked in with a gloomy face: "Boss, the head of Military Intelligence Section 6, M, is here to see you. Will you see her?"

  Yi Chen grasped a small pancake in his hand, hesitated for a moment in mid-air, blinked his eyes, shrugged and said: "Mr. Phil, you said you might be able to drive her away?"

  "Probably not, boss," Phil shook his head. "She's brought over twenty agents with her. If we mobilize our men to chase them away, I'm afraid Chinatown will have to close down within half an hour, and we'll also end up spending the night in jail."

  "Then, let our respected grandmother come in. God, I've been behaving myself lately, I haven't done anything wrong, so I shouldn't be afraid of them, right? God wouldn't punish an innocent person."

  M's voice immediately followed: "But that person must be a truly innocent person, okay?" Without waiting for Phil to go down, she herself brought two subordinates and rushed up directly. Phil and Goll's subordinates didn't dare to stop her either, after all, M's one sentence could make the civil servants of the tax bureau, environmental protection department, etc., come to inspect China Town three shifts a day, every shift.

  Yì chén stood up, quickly threw the small pastry into his mouth, swallowed it down, and said with a smile: "Ah ha, old grandmother, you're good, I'm as clear as water, just like the Thames River."

  M didn't mince words and directly sat down on a sofa close to Yidun, saying sarcastically: "During the Industrial Revolution, the Thames River was once a stinky ditch, probably just like your true nature. Of course, you're now very clean, just like the bleached water of the Thames River. But how much sludge is hidden beneath your surface, I'm afraid only you know."

  Easy dust gestured to Feli to take away those things, walked to M's side, pulled up Jester by the collar and put him on the ground, and sat down with a plop. Jester laughed strangely, as if he had crawled onto another sofa like a snail, provocatively took out a big hemp, smoked and exhaled, and deliberately sprayed a smoke ring at M.

  She rolled her eyes, she really didn't understand why Yi Chen, a boss who could be said to have directly controlled the entire black market business in London, had such trashy confidants.

  She was pondering the question when another person burst in from the living room door, Chikov** topless, wearing only a wide triangular shorts, rushed in and shouted wildly: "Ah ha, boss, give me a bonus, I...". Phil covered his mouth with one hand and twisted his head towards M.

  Chekhov smiled wryly, beckoning M over with a slight wave of his hand, his face twisted in a scoundrel expression: "Ah, old lady, hello... Oh, my attire may be shabby, but who's the bastard who carved a piece of flesh from my ass and took off? You're responsible... So, I don't think this getup is impolite, my wound hasn't healed yet."

  Yi Chen looked at M's almost fainting expression, suppressed the wild laughter in his heart, and put on a shocked and angry face. He roared: "Chekhov, you bastard, get out of here! Next time, dress formally before coming out, at least wear leather shoes for me." Chekhov smiled humbly, strongly suppressing the urge to smash the picture frame behind M's head against his brain. He said with a smile: "Madam, I'll invite you to an Italian feast when I have time." And swaggered out.

  He put on a pitiful look, held out his hands to M: "You see, you see, I'm a poor guy, my subordinates are all such bastards, now I can't do anything, old lady, now I'm just barely scraping by for a living, oh God, if you're willing to use your secret fund to solve my livelihood problem, I can really clear myself up."

  Mu Qi's expression changed as he looked at Yi Chen and said: "Ah, you say your life is difficult?"

  Yi Chen nodded his head with a sincere and innocent expression, letting out a few sighs.

  "Gritting his teeth: 'So, do you still have money to spend in Italy?'"

  "Oh, God, grandma! Although my life isn't great now, I still need some entertainment. I must learn to rest in order to work better, otherwise how can I support all these idle subordinates? Look at Mr. Jester, he's always eating, drinking, taking drugs, and getting into traffic accidents, wasting my money like this."

  Without waiting for M to respond, Yicun quickly changed the subject: "Besides, the average debt of British adult males is between 20,000 and 30,000 pounds. At least I don't owe any debts now, which makes my character quite good compared to most British people. The bank gave me the highest credit limit, I'm a decent person, so you shouldn't..."

  M interrupted, breaking into Yi Chen's self-absorption: "So I shouldn't be bothering you every other day? Oh God, I don't want to bother you either. I understand that my presence and that of my subordinates has disrupted your business. When I came in, at least twenty drug dealers slipped out the back door, three fugitives with guns escaped from the back door, and four thugs suspected of murder slipped out the back door. These elite individuals are your customers, Yi."

  Gao Er pushed a cart of wine over, Yi Chen poured himself a cup and swirled it around, saying: "Your memory is really good... Are you sure about their identities? Oh, from now on I'll install surveillance cameras at the entrance, if we find any thugs, let them out... But everyone who comes to my nightclub are guests, I can't make them leave, they bring in a lot of cash, I have to consider the livelihoods of my employees."

  M let out a long sigh, her grey eyes staring fixedly at Yi Chen: "Every time I talk to you, I always feel extremely strained... Understand? Yi, you are one of the most difficult people I've met so far." She took the wine cup handed over by Gor, downed it in one gulp, and then stretched out the cup again. Gor smiled as he poured another different wine into the cup... Drinking mixed wines was very easy to get drunk on.

  Yi Chen's body leaned back slightly, his face shocked: "Is it really like this? Oh God, I'm a decent person... I've never..."

  He waved his hand: "As long as there is no evidence, Satan can also say that he is the agent of God's will... Alright, let's talk seriously, Yi. You went to Rome, and several families in Rome almost started a fire fight in the downtown area, while the largest family in Rome had a power transition overnight, and more than 400 people died in the entire city of Rome in one night, do you think this is a coincidence?"

  Yi Chen took a sip of wine and muttered in a low voice: "Damn God."

  Her eyes widened: "What did you say?"

  "Damn it, God," Easy said helplessly. "Why does He always let trouble follow me? I took a new acquaintance to Rome to see the temples, the Colosseum, and those clever ancient aqueducts, but what happened? God always lets trouble tail me. When I sensed something was off, I rushed back to London in no time, getting out of harm's way... I'm a man who likes to keep himself clean."

  He bit his lip, with a fierce glint in his grey eyes: "And what about your subordinate Mr. Kane and some of the soldiers? Where have they gone? Are they not in Italy?"

  "Alright, I know it's your specialty to pin false charges on others, but let me explain something. Those people aren't soldiers, they're security guards hired by my 'Black Magic' security company - poor guys just trying to make a living and feed their families. As for their movements, I admit they were in Italy. No choice, since your MI6 is always monitoring us... I'm an honest man. Some rich Italian guy, maybe an arms dealer or drug trafficker, invited Mr. Kane and his team to protect him because someone was threatening something on his person."

  "Name, address, what does the threatener want?"

  "Good heavens, why are you asking such an embarrassing question?"

  "Answer me, Yi... What is the name and address of that rich man? What was he threatened with?"

  Yi Chen said with a blush: "This, the blackmailer said he wanted to castrate him, and then feed his thing to dogs... As for the name and address, this is our security company's business secret, you have no right to ask me to answer."

  M had an urge to grab a wine bottle and smash it on Yidun's head... The two agents behind her, with their cold faces, twitched their muscles a few times, but surprisingly didn't laugh out loud, showing that they were indeed well-trained, not like David's trashy kind.

  He stared at Yi Chen with a fierce gaze, suppressing his anger and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure you didn't deceive me?"

  Yi Chen raised his right hand and solemnly swore: "If I have spoken falsely, may God send me to hell and let me dance with Satan... God can prove that I am telling the truth." Yi Chen secretly laughed to himself: "God? Screw it, I don't believe in God again... If you really want to send me to hell, go ahead and take down our Three Pure Ones first, three against one, who do you think you are?" Having sworn an oath, the trial will be fulfilled, Yi Chen believed this, so he never used the gods of Taoism to swear.

  A deep sense of powerlessness surged up in M's heart, for Yi Chen was a slippery character who couldn't be dealt with using ordinary means, and yet, despite being a high-ranking official with great power, there was really nothing that could be done about it.

  Fortunately, fortunately this time I didn't come to him for that Italian nonsense, otherwise, I would have really gone crazy.

  She shook her head and downed another glass, she was so furious that she didn't even notice the wine in the cup was different every time. Gollum, with a 'humble' smile on his face, respectfully, enthusiastically and meticulously refilled M's cup again. There were forty-seven bottles of different types of wine on this wine cart, and Gollum had already switched to four kinds...

  M let out a breath and fanned away the thick marijuana smoke that Jester had just blown his way, asking Yichen, "So, did you know what happened in London yesterday?"

  Yi Chen's eyes wandered around for a few moments before he asked seriously: "Has there been another terrorist attack?"

  Her heart felt a bit relieved, you admitting that you know is good, I think you as the head of London's underworld, if you don't know anything about the rumors, it would be impossible. She nodded: "Yes, what do you think about those events? Hmm?"

  "Good God, what is it? Has someone blown up Number Ten Downing Street?... Good God, have they blown up Buckingham Palace? What a tremendous loss, after St Paul's Cathedral and now the Palace... Are they going to blow up the British Museum next?"

  M raised her wine glass... She wasn't a hot-headed person, on the contrary, she was notorious for being extremely calm in the intelligence system. But when facing Yichun, she always got provoked uncontrollably. Should I smash this glass? The flash of icy killing intent in Jester's eyes made M give up on that idea. This rascal-like Jester turned out to be such a formidable figure? When M sensed the killing intent in Jester's eyes, he seemed like a giant cobra coiled around her, ready to pounce and strangle her neck at any moment.

  M downed another cup, and Gao Er smiled even more brightly as he refilled her glass. M shook his head and said: "Yi, we had an agreement before, right? Can you be serious for once? Offending me isn't good for either of us. You see, I respect you - this is the first time I've ever spoken like that to someone who isn't... entirely aboveboard. I hope we can get along relatively amicably, got it?"

  He lazily downed the wine in his cup and said to the two agents dressed in black suits, "Saying such things in front of your subordinates, my god, don't you care about your superior's authority?"

  M chuckled in a low voice: "They're not idiots, they'd be even less willing to offend someone who can casually visit Mr. Shuna's estate... Hmm? Oh, right, don't look at us like that, we're just doing routine surveillance, you know. Mr. Shuna is a big shot and he invited too many big shots over that day, so we have to be responsible for their safety."

  "So, I won't waste any more time either. Grandma, do you think there might be something invisible in the air that can kill people? None of the media has reported on this, but they can't fool me... Those witnesses who were warned by you, some of them must have leaked some information... Unfortunately, some of my subordinates are devout Christians... They were also at the scene. And I'm their boss, so any strange information would be fed back to me immediately."

  M's fingers drummed lightly, the anger in his eyes dissipating as a wise glint reappeared: "Of course I believe you. After all, I've seen similar information before. What I want to ask is, who are those people? Where did they come from? Where do they live... Don't tell me you don't know. Dozens of churches were attacked at the same time; their numbers won't be small. And I believe that if there's a group of more than ten unidentified people in London, it's unlikely to escape your notice, right?"

  Ge Er poured a cup for Yi Chen, excitedly waiting to see M make a fool of himself, without noticing that he had also poured the mixed wine for his boss.

  Yi Chen glared at Ge Er, took a light sip, thought carefully for a moment, calculated the severe consequences, and nodded saying: "I'm afraid of one thing, if you can't handle them, I'm afraid I'll be the unlucky one. They will definitely come after me to settle the score, I don't dare take the risk, I don't want my head to be blown away by a gust of wind."

  I was stunned. Yi Chen's concern is reasonable, who would risk their life to provide free intelligence to others? Especially when this person is an opponent in a certain sense.

  He pouted, thinking about what means to move Yichen. The best way to deal with someone like Yichen is to give him benefits, great benefits would be enough, but what could make his heart move?

  Yi Chen's strange smile appeared: "Don't you know why those people attacked the church?"

  He was stunned for a moment, nodded, thought for a while, and then got up and left.

  Yi Chen was startled for a moment, this old lady's brain was too good to use? But just reminded her of a little bit of the reason, she actually guessed the answer? Yi Chen suddenly became anxious again, M's purpose had been achieved, but he hadn't said what he had just thought of. So, Yi Chen stood up and grabbed M's hand, which had already started to turn red: "Ah ha, old grandmother, I think we should talk more, I have some important things to discuss with you."

  M stopped, thought for a moment, and slowly sat down. He glanced at the two black-clad agents and ordered bluntly: "You two, go out and wait for me, I have something to discuss with Mr. Yi."

  Two agents walked out with big strides without any hesitation, and when they were going down the stairs, the foot of the agent behind suddenly slipped, and he tumbled down, knocking over his colleague below. The two of them crashed into the corner of the stairs in a daze. Chikov, hiding on one side, sneered sinisterly - he had remotely controlled the foot of the agent behind, making him slip and fall.

  Chekhov went upstairs with a pleased look on his face, too lazy to respond to Phil's middle finger gesture at the living room door.

  Yi Chen heard the noise outside and 'saw' what was happening, couldn't help but laugh and say to M: "Perhaps your subordinates need more training, they actually fell down while going downstairs."

  M also heard the noise, and she naturally wouldn't suspect that it was Yī Chén's doing. A normal person wouldn't use such childish actions to get revenge on someone. She could only be angry at her own subordinate for not being competent and losing face. Shaking off the dizziness in her head, M asked: "So, Mr. Yi, is there anything else? I think I've already learned something this time, of course, it wasn't from you leaking it."

  "Come on, come on, have another drink, yes, another one. I've got all the good stuff here. You may be the head of MI6, but you won't easily find such a complete selection of fine wines elsewhere. Golr, pour Grandma a glass. And don't bother with any pouring rules, fill it to the brim for me. Cheers, down the hatch!"

  Yi Chen looked at M and downed another full cup, then said with a malicious tone: "Ah, your drinking capacity is really good, much better than mine... The materials you gave me last time, I handed them all in."

  M nodded, rubbing his temples with his hand: "Houna? You've found a good partner in that ambitious old fellow, and he's got a lot of influence. He might just be able to achieve my goal - get this damned cabinet out of here! Britain can't be ruled by such incompetent people."

  Yi Chen carefully filled her cup, smiling and saying: "Of course, but aren't you worried about your own position? Maybe when they take the stage, the first one to be replaced will be you."

  M shook his head, smiling and said: "Young people, they won't easily move me, they don't understand our internal operations. Of course, Huen is definitely going to be kicked out, but I won't lose my position. I'm not a threat to them, why bother with me? As long as they control my superior, it's equivalent to controlling me. I'm only loyal to my duty, politics has nothing to do with me."

  A single sentence interrupted all of Yichun's subsequent words. Yichun looked at M with a sullen expression, muttering to himself: "You old hag, you don't care about politics, so why did you sell me those highly classified documents? Are you kidding me... But if you want to say it that way, I have no choice. We'll play slowly, as long as I'm careful not to give you a handle, you might actually be able to send troops to blow up my Chinese City."

  She smiled and bid farewell, walking out with a slightly swaying gait.

  Yi Chenmu saw M off, and couldn't help but think with a smile. M walked to the big street outside Chinatown, and gave those two agents who followed her in a good scolding, saying in a low voice: "You bunch of idiots, so embarrassing! Go back and train for 100 hours for me, got it?"

  M's motorcade slowly drove away, Jester spat out a puff of smoke and said with relish: "This agent-in-charge actually didn't arrest me? Boss, I was taking drugs right in front of her."

  Yi Chen shrugged: "You take out ten kilograms of heroin in front of her, she won't even bother with you... Ah, what do you think, dear old grandma will deal with those lovely Japanese ninjas? Send soldiers to surround and annihilate them? That's sending them to their deaths."

  Jester raised his hand: "Poison gas?"

  "Large quantities of timed bombs?"

  Gol thought for a moment: "Five hundred snipers firing at the same time?"

  Chekhov changed into a pair of beach pants, gazing enviously at Jester's cloud-like smoke rings and said discontentedly: "What else can she do? Without evidence, this old spinster will probably want to cut off the water and electricity supply and have tax officials harass people every day. After all, the Japanese still want to do business in the UK, and the Japanese are not invincible, they don't dare openly resist."

  It's possible that the old lady and Chekhov had some common ground, an hour later, the power supply of the casino in Yamaguchi group was completely cut off. Sakura, who was visiting Takao's injury, was stunned for a moment, and loudly cursed: "Damn it... The British are really bastards, can't they even guarantee normal water and electricity supply? Ask them to check."

  The query results, the other party, with an official tone, told the two ninjas: "Oh? The line is normal... sir, or we can send someone to inspect it?" Poor ninjas, they mastered high-level killing skills, but they didn't even understand basic circuit maintenance. So, those agents from Military Intelligence Division 6 happily and easily installed countless micro cameras in various corners of the Yamaguchi-gumi casino. Those state-of-the-art cameras were only as thick as a pencil lead, and even Sakuragi's sharp eyes couldn't detect them.

  While the agents had not yet arrived, Sakura had already made up her mind to go to the Tower of London to avenge Arthur and the three Holy Knights. He chose thirty-six special ninjas to follow him, ready to make a big fuss.

  Arthur and the other three were currently in a special hospital, rescuing those eleven unfortunate Knights of the Round Table. What Arthur alone could not accomplish was done with the help of the three Holy Knights; a powerful holy energy fluctuation slowly forced out the true flames from within the bodies of the Knights of the Round Table, their muscles that had been burning with high fever slowly cooled down, and their bodies returned to normal from being like red-hot lobsters.

  Three holy knights looked at the flames coming out of King Arthur's wound in horror, shaking their heads and saying: "Arthur, your opponent is too terrifying, what kind of strange power is this? It's too scary, remember, we must not let such a weapon harm our bodies, otherwise even if we win, our vitality will be greatly damaged."

  Arthur nodded indifferently and said: "I understand, right, Sker, I asked you to come over and help me this time. Is the Pope not satisfied?"

  Skull, the same Skull who had once severely injured Jester, shook his head and chuckled: "The British royal family is a solid ally of our Holy See, and His Holiness attaches great importance to our friendship. Why would they be angry? Absolutely not."

  "Enough idle chatter, since they're fine now, let's go find those bastards... They actually slaughtered almost all the clergy in the London Diocese... Dammit, I'll crush their skulls."

  Skel wrinkled his brow: "Enough, Hagen, don't be too impulsive. The matter has been reported to the Vatican, it may be the Dark Council's doing... or maybe not... The Dark Council wouldn't lay a hand on the choir members, you know that too... Maybe there are new enemies emerging. Arthur, could it be the one who attacked the Tower of London?"

  Arthur shook his head and said, "I dare not be certain, but their powers are completely different, and the means of attack are also different. I don't know... In any case, I have already asked Your Majesty to put pressure on our intelligence department, I think there should be information coming soon."

  Hagen shook his head: "No, Arthur, I don't trust those incompetent people. What can they do besides wasting God's grace? Hmph..."

  Arthur clenched his fists in anger.

  Sakura had changed into a large red samurai uniform, with a white cloth strip tied around his head and a black long sword floating by his side. He sat cross-legged in the pine forest behind the casino, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, striving to bring his state to its peak. As if sensing the killing intent on his master's body, 'Killing Moon' let out a soft cry.

  As for Yichun, this bad guy brought Jester, Feri, Phil and Goll with a large number of powerful firearms and hid on the top floor of a high-rise building near the Tower of London. In order not to disturb Arthur and others with the energy emitted by their own eyes, Yichun and others brought several military-grade high-power binoculars, deliberately pretending to be spectators.

  "Hope it's really Arthur who took them out, otherwise we've come all this way for nothing."

  "Should be no problem, the Dark Congregation would love for someone to stir up trouble with the Vatican, they wouldn't dare interfere with those Japanese ninjas' actions. Who knows, they might even take advantage of the situation and burn down the church... So, in today's London City, aside from Arthur, I really can't think of anyone else who could give Sakura's subordinates a hard time."

  The moon rose higher and higher, casting a faint glow down below...