Going to New York

  Yi Chen was active for three to five days, and in fact, things were very simple. It was just a matter of pushing out a pile of cash, making the economic exchanges within the UK more advanced, then smiling and saying a few words of concern to others, such as being careful not to slip, and occasionally even playing tricks like car brake failure. As a result, after a few days, more than half of the members had reached some kind of consensus with Xiuna's side.

  Such brilliant achievements made Xiu Na and several other perpetrators of this turmoil sigh and say, "It seems that we still need to be more careful when dealing with people like him. Gentlemen have always been afraid of thugs. Maybe those guys won't be afraid of duels between gentlemen, but they will always be afraid of being mysteriously killed by a thug's bullet."

  After Yi Chen reached the conditions promised to Xiu Na, he immediately settled down and did not want to show off, so as not to be recorded by certain departments. For a time, Yi Chen was like a hermit, hiding in the Chinese city, and even lazy to receive guests.

  The storm in the UK is getting bigger and bigger, the cabinet can no longer hold on, but the prime minister is still desperately clinging to power. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he cannot withstand this storm, it's just a matter of how to make a dignified exit. Meanwhile, those family members who have just learned of their loved ones' mysterious deaths are protesting in front of Downing Street every day, and have become one of the sights of London.

  They are all rejoicing and preparing to pounce on the victory. They also know that at this subtle moment, they cannot show too much connection with Yi Chen, lest they be caught by others in the future and become their own stains, so they also wisely did not take the initiative to contact Yi Chen.

  Mr. Wolf, that lovely big werewolf, for a time became the most popular star in Britain. His appearance, his temperament, his calm and steady speech, with a hint of wolf-like ferocity, deeply attracted the ordinary people watching TV. From a personal image point of view, Mr. Wolf looked more reliable and loyal than the current Prime Minister. Huna saw through the mystery and had already begun to consider bringing Mr. Wolf over to Lazer.

  Sakura has been in a terrible mood for the past few days, and he's also anxious about the current situation in Britain. After all, if Shuna and her group take power, they can bring over shiploads of cars. At the same time, he's worried that Arthur and his group might really do what Yidun said, using their knightly spirit to find trouble for themselves without relying on official power. Lastly, his injuries are indeed severe; if it weren't for that set of black magic armor saving him, his internal organs would have been shattered into dust by now. He doesn't even have the energy to implement the ambitious plans he had before coming to London.

  So, when Yichun suggested that the Yamaguchi-gumi take over the eastern part of London, Sakura declined, citing a lack of manpower. Without sufficient strength, Sakura did not want to deal with those various people on the ground. People who could be suppressed by Yichun, Sakura was not confident that she could intimidate, so it's better to wait until more personnel arrive.

  Yi Chen was pleased with himself, and he gave a sinister order to several of his subordinates: "Take advantage of the fact that the Shan Kou group doesn't want to take over now. You guys go and scrape up all the oil and water from the land, as much as you can get. Those prostitutes, drug dealers, those guys who are just making a living in East London, raise their protection fees. Anyway, when the time comes, these lands won't belong to us anymore... Of course, you're not allowed to do this in the West district or the North territory. Got it?"

  Several excited people nodded and said, "Boss, don't worry, before you didn't want to give them more money, this time you agreed, we won't let them get away with their marrow."

  Yi Chen smiled and nodded thoughtfully, thinking to himself that it would be best if you could make those guys rebel wholeheartedly. Anyway, leave the troublesome things for the Yamaguchi-gumi to deal with... Allies? The Yamaguchi-gumi is the kind of ally that's meant to be used and discarded.

  After driving away the six leaders, Yi Chen was about to watch TV news when Fei Li had already entwined him: "Boss, it's been too boring these past few days, can't go out at all. If you think London is too chaotic, we can go somewhere else to have fun."

  Yi Chen stroked Feili's cheek, looking at the screen where Ouf was commenting on the current prime minister with a stern expression. Smiling, he said: "Oh, is that so? Maybe it's a good idea... Hmm, no rush, I'm still waiting to see the rest of this show."

  Fēi lì pouted, her bright green eyes rolled around a few times, and she bit down hard on Yì chén's hand. Yì chén instinctively felt a slight pain in his fingers, and with a mix of annoyance and amusement, said: "Fēi lì, when did you become a little dog? Hmm, don't worry, don't worry, after the recent events settle down, I'll take you to Paris... Ah ha, I want to see how that fake Marquis is doing."

  Felicity immediately smiled and laughed: "You said it... Hehe, don't regret it later." Felicity laughed and pulled Sally out, who knows where they went.

  Yi Chen smiled and nodded, pointing at the TV: "Look, our big dog friend, he's so spirited now. Who would have thought that just two or three months ago, he was still a shy and awkward young man? Oh, I'm really guilty, letting such an innocent young person become a shameless politician-in-waiting."

  Jester lifted his head from the nearby sofa with difficulty: "Boss, your sins are not lacking in this regard. Anyway, God is determined to send you to hell, and it just so happens that I'll go see Brother Satan with you."

  Yi Chen was about to retort with a smile when Phil pushed the door open: "Boss, Mr. Fattadio is here to see you."

  Yi Chen snapped his fingers and smiled at Fattadio, who was closely following Phil: "Ha, what wind brought you here? Fattadio, it seems we just parted ways not long ago."

  Fatahio walked in with a quivering hand, grinning: "Alright, the weird wind from Texas blew me over. Easy, we need your help to find a guy and catch him, we need his confession."

  Yi Chen invited Fatadi to sit on the sofa beside him, furrowing his brow and saying: "Who's so unlucky as to have provoked you guys? No worries, as long as he's in London, I can find him for sure. It'll just take a bit of time, that's all. What exactly happened?"

  Fattal took the vodka that Gour had handed him, downed a shot and said: "Who else could it be? It was about the last time, we investigated from the American side, but didn't find anyone who offended us on the American side, so we had to start with the person who contacted the killer group for them. His name is Vassa, he's in London now, but I don't know what his alias is or what he does there."

  Yi Chen heard the name Vasa and nodded slightly: "Doesn't sound like an American's name."

  Fatadi shrugged his shoulders and drained the wine in his cup, saying: "Yes, Eastern Europeans, a special person who pulls lines for those in need."

  "Marvelous, I know almost everyone in London who does this sort of thing, and yet such a wonderful person was hiding right under my nose... Phil, I'm extremely dissatisfied."

  "Boss, it won't happen again," Phil frowned. "We'll increase our efforts to monitor all suspicious individuals."

  Fatadi laughed: "Forget it, Yi. Don't blame Mr. Phil. The guy heard the wind and ran to London from over there. If he had stayed in his own territory, our boss would have killed him long ago. But he ran to London, so we can't do anything about it, and that's why we need your help."

  Yì chén gestured to Phil, and Phil smiled happily.

  Yi Chen lowered his head in contemplation. Fattahrio and their boss were really furious, but they had managed to find Vassa, which showed that they had put in a lot of effort. Last time Fattahrio came to London for information, they were clueless, but in such a short period of time, based on the message he provided about the people who hired the hitmen being from America, they were able to track down the key figure, Ali's energy was truly immense.

  He also took a cup of wine, and Yidun asked Fatadi: "Is there his photo?"

  Fatadi shook his head: "This guy is very careful, no personal information was left behind. So, I can only trouble you to put in some effort. We won't let your subordinates work for nothing, all the expenses are..."

  Yi Chen interrupted him, shaking his head: "No need to spend a lot of money, my people are idle anyway. They're idle and will get into trouble for me, so I might as well have them help you find someone. They usually wander around aimlessly when they have nothing to do, there's no cost involved. Just give the first kid who brings back accurate news a few thousand pounds and that'll be enough."

  Fatadio revealed a smile that everything was fine, adding: "That guy is said to be extremely powerful with his hands, and he always has three followers by his side, who are said to be top-notch masters. Your people should be careful."

  Yi Chen nodded: "No problem, is the best? Ah ha, my 'Black Magic' company's people aren't vegetarians... Oh right, forget it, let's talk about this later after we've dealt with this matter. Hmm, so that means finding four big men of Eastern European descent?"

  Yi Chen originally wanted to follow up on the relationship with Fatadiou, get some people from Russia's special forces to join the "Black Magic" company, but thinking about it, things need to be handled one by one, this is not a big deal, let's talk about it later.

  At this time, the wanted order was issued and sent to 'Longmen', asking Tang Hu's people for help. Tang Hu readily agreed, knowing in his heart that this was also one of Yi Chen's tactics to secretly assess their actual strength, and he must not let his own people appear too abnormal, they had to strive to be the first to find the person named Vassa.

  Batch after batch of people moved, from the highest-end hotels to those vagabond gathering dens, every corner of London was turned over meticulously and thoroughly.

  Two days later, two messages arrived almost simultaneously. In a motel in the suburbs of London, there were four people who met the conditions. The subordinates of Yichun and 'Longmen' were almost evenly matched. Yichun's subordinate had information half an hour earlier, but 'Longmen' had fewer people on hand, so it could only be said to be a draw.

  The message contains detailed information about the geographical location of the car hotel, its scale, the number of existing guests, and the background of the boss.

  Fatadio's bounty was promptly increased and sent out, then he earnestly asked Yichun for help in capturing those few rascals. Yichun agreed with one mouthful: "I've said it before, I'll help this thing to the end... Phil, bring over thirty good hands. If Cain isn't around, let these guys decide who's the leader themselves."

  Fatah Diouf excitedly rubbed his hands together: "Ah ha, now that's more like it. Once I catch those guys, I'll make them understand that cooperating with us is the best choice. Otherwise, I'll make them regret being human."

  Yi Chen showed no interest in severe punishment and interrogation, merely saying: "We'll go collect them tonight, we can just wait here."

  Fatadi shook his head: "No, no, it's not that I don't trust your subordinates, but I still feel like I need to be there in person to watch over them, only then can I rest assured. I want to see them appear before me safely."

  "Then be careful, when we exchange fire, you absolutely cannot get close... I'll bring some men to escort you over."

  As night fell, the thick clouds in the sky blocked out the moon and stars. Yi Chen poked half of his head out of the car window, letting the cool breeze blow his hair into a mess, feeling the thrill of electricity as strands of starlight pierced through his body.

  A row of ten cars slowly drove out of London, heading towards the motel. The motel was directly facing the highway, with a large parking lot in front and no obstacles around, making it a convenient place to escape. Of course, if the other side had enough manpower, this also became a convenient place for others to surround them.

  The car stopped at the side of the road in a desolate area over a thousand meters away from the motel. Everyone got out of the car, and thirty soldiers from the "Black Magic" company gestured to Yī Chén, then moved stealthily towards the motel in groups of three.

  It's already late at night, but this inn outside of London is still brightly lit, and occasionally you can hear the shrill laughter and crazy shouts of men and women. It can be imagined that this isn't a decent place.

  A group quickly pulled out their bayonets and slashed the tires of more than 20 cars in the parking lot, then sneaked into the shadows of the cars. Five groups controlled the rear of the hotel, while four groups formed a fan-shaped encirclement around the front door of the hotel. Finally, one group snuck towards the hotel, knocked out an employee with a punch, and burst into the hotel's work area, pulling down the circuit breaker.

  The hotel was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the men and women who were having fun began to shout in dissatisfaction. Two staff members rushed towards the workroom, but they also quietly fainted and fell to the ground.

  After about two minutes, four figures emerged stealthily from the back of the inn, keeping a distance of three to five meters between each other. They crouched down and took small steps, cautiously moving westward. Vasa immediately felt something was off, and he led his three subordinates in preparing to slip away under the cover of darkness. In his heart, he couldn't help but lament that they had finally found a happy nest, only to have to change it again.

  The five teams in the rear discovered the target at the same time, and under the command of the commander, each team locked onto one target, with an additional team as a mobile team to help out in case of unexpected events.

  Four sneaky guys approached, followed by several muffled gunshots. The soldiers with night vision goggles almost simultaneously hit the lower legs of the four men, who let out miserable cries and rolled around on the ground, and the bustling hotel suddenly fell silent, no longer noisy as before.

  The commander called out in a low voice: "Drop your guns." Two shots rang out, two bullets whizzing past his head, and then the guy who fired let out a blood-curdling scream as his hand was shot through with one bullet.

  The other three hesitated for a moment, then threw away their guns from a distance. The three teams cautiously approached, knocked them unconscious with the butts of their guns, and sprayed hemostatic spray on their wounds, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

  Yi Chen sat in the car, complaining to Fatahio: "You see, you see, not a bit of excitement, nothing was seen, and it's all over. You should have stayed with me in Chinatown, enjoying the hot and delicious food and wine, instead of coming out on this dark night."

  Fatadi smiled wryly: "Sorry, but I have a bad habit. If I don't see things for myself, I get extremely anxious and uncomfortable... The doctor says it's some kind of anxiety disorder, can't be helped, really is a terrible habit."

  Yi Chen immediately apologized: "Oh, sorry, really sorry, I didn't know you... Ah, how do you plan to deal with them?"

  Yi Chen smiled strangely: "According to the traditional moral code in the killer circle, they will absolutely not betray their employer. If they say it this time, they won't have a chance to eat this bowl of rice again."

  Fatiao burst out laughing: "They won't have to come in for meals anymore, their lives are... Oh, I shouldn't say that? Well, anyway, once they're interrogated and confessed, we'll get rid of them. The boss said so - anyone who opposes us must be thoroughly eliminated, to avoid future trouble."

  Yi Chen lightly applauded: "Good idea, oh, Jester, maybe you'll be interested in those four poor guys. If you're willing to help Mr. Fattadio, I think there will be a result that satisfies both of us." Jester's face revealed a hint of ferocity and fear, and he accepted the task with great joy.

  Fatah licked his lips and asked Yichun, "So, do you want to watch? Oh, I prefer to see those strong guys twist and beg for mercy in front of me. They are usually so powerful and forceful, but think about it, they crawl like a dog in front of me, with blood on their bodies, and some of their organs have been separated from them... God, what a conquering scene!"

  "Never mind, I prefer to just shoot people directly. Torture isn't really my thing. Please, be our guest, the underground garage is perfect for this kind of thing, it's soundproof and no one will hear a thing."

  Fatadiou's face was filled with regret: "Oh, Yi, you don't appreciate such a wonderful scene? Ah, people's tastes are always different."

  Yi Chen glanced at Jester with a hint of dissatisfaction, and Jester nodded slightly in understanding. Yi Chen thought maliciously: "Do you like abnormal scenes, Fatadio? Then let Jester show you what fear is."

  Two hours later, Yichun was upstairs watching various social groups attacking the current British government when Fatadio walked in with a pale face, his grayish complexion showing that he had suffered a great blow. Jester followed behind him with a lazy look, as if nothing had happened at all.

  "Eh, Signor Fattori, are you all right? Was it too bloody? Giusti, you scoundrel, why did you have to frighten Signor Fattori like that? What have you done?"

  Giest shouted out an innocent cry of grievances: "Boss, I was completely following the necessary means to force a confession... It's just that I used an electric saw and whatnot to chop up those two bastards, nothing more... Mr. Fattardi is because of other reasons... Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

  Yi Chen quickly and nimbly poured a glass of wine for Fattadio, stuffing it into his hand: "Oh, dear Fattadio, what's wrong? Hmm? What's wrong? You seem to have a somewhat absent-minded feeling... what's wrong?"

  Fatadi sighed: "Easy, boss will kill me... even if he doesn't kill me, I'll have enough sins to bear."

  Yi Chen stared at him, unblinking. Fatah Deo's mouth cracked open and he snarled: "Remember the 'Windsor Duke'? Remember that Bill who I forced to jump into the sea? Damn it, he found someone to avenge his boss... He actually dug up my backstage boss, Mr. Ali. He directly sent a gunman to attack my boss. That guy has great power in New York, damn it, I should get rid of him."

  Easy dust weakly patted his forehead, looking at Fattadio with sympathy: "Oh my god, I remembered, you and me went to China that time, right? Oh, the one who lost the bet, stripped naked and jumped into the water... damn it, what are you going to do?"

  Fatiao looked at Yidun pitifully: "The boss strictly forbids us from causing trouble outside, but that time I really didn't mean to. We made a fair bet and he lost himself. I just wanted to get back the stakes. Yi, think of a way for me, I have to give the boss an explanation. But if the boss finds out it was me who caused the trouble, he will definitely not let me off."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, help Fattahdio? Forget it, offending an entire American family for one person wasn't a good idea. Yi Chen didn't want to rush to New York and slaughter those people. But if he didn't help, he still had some feelings for Fattahdio, and the $200 billion US dollars he got was thanks to him and his boss. How much military equipment would he have to sell, how many years of protection fees would he have to collect?

  That's right, Fattahdio's boss, that's the reason. Those Americans want to take down Ali, but Ali is clearly beneficial to himself, Ali's identity and power can bring more benefits to himself, from this point of view, must help Fattahdio, because Fattahdio is Ali's confidant, and friendship with Fattahdio can promote his relationship with Ali, yes, that's it.

  Yi Chen looked at Fatah Dio and said seriously, "Dear Fatah Dio, you must confess everything to your boss. You can't keep it a secret forever. Even if I help you get rid of Bill and the head of his family, it's extremely difficult, really extremely difficult. It's impossible for no news to reach your boss's ears."

  Fatadiou scowled: "Oh God, you want me to confess? Forget it, you don't know the boss's temper..."

  "I'm not talking about that, I understand. But compared to getting into trouble with subordinates, I hate those who hide things from me even more. Mr. Chekhov, you know, he's caused me a lot of trouble, I had Kane beat him up so badly he couldn't get out of bed for days, but I still cleaned up all the mess for him. But if Chekhov hides something from me, I'll take care of him mercilessly after the fact."

  Chikov walked in with a serious face, startling Yichen, who had no idea what he was saying. He quietly slipped into the living room and sat down obediently on the sofa.

  "So, you tell Mr. Ali everything, and I'll take some responsibility for it, dear Fattadio. You don't have too much to worry about, really. Wasn't I the one who made a bet with you back then? We're in this together, we'll face it together. Come on, come on, call your boss. I'll explain things to him."

  Fatahio was trembling all over, as if he were a wooden puppet being manipulated by Yidun. He dialed A Lei's phone number and said in a tearful voice: "Boss... I caught Vassa and got his confession. I know who did it." Yidun gently pressed the speakerphone button.

  His excited voice came, he almost yelled: "Who the hell attacked me? Tell me, Fattadio, tell me, I'll kill his whole family... I swear, I'll avenge my loyal bodyguards with their blood a hundred times."

  Fatadi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and trembled as he said: "Boss, I'm sorry, really sorry... This, this thing..."

  "Ah, God! Fatah Dio, my dear child, what's wrong? Tell me, what's wrong? Hmm?"

  "Mr. Ali, I'm Yi from China. It's been a long time, and I've really missed you."

  "Ah, Mr. Yi, it's been a long time! Haha, I told you, when you have the chance, come to Russia and you can enjoy everything that exists on this earth, just name it and you'll get it, you're my friend, Alya's friend."

  Yi Chen thanked him for his kindness and changed the subject, saying: "Ali, sorry, maybe I should explain something to you." Without waiting for Ali to speak, Yi Chen slowly told him what had happened on the 'Windsor Duke', of course, skillfully pushing all the blame onto Bill's shoulders. Fatah Dio's face showed extreme gratitude... After all, using a gun to force someone to jump into the sea wasn't exactly a glorious thing to do.

  Arin fell silent for half a day, and Yichen said: "Sorry, Arin, I also have some responsibility for this matter... But don't worry, I'll solve the trouble for you, please don't blame Mr. Fattardi, okay? I also have a great deal of responsibility for this incident..."

  "Alright, listen up, Fatadio, you idiot. Remember this: I won't tolerate any more mistakes from you. This time, it's Mr. Yi who saved your skin... But as for your salary, bonus, and year-end dividend, forget about them, got it?"

  "God, boss, you're a hundred times more lovable than God himself! Don't worry, I absolutely won't make such mistakes again, and I won't provoke anyone from other families anymore."

  Ali grunted in satisfaction and said, "Easy, this time they actually came at me, clearly not taking me seriously. I won't let them off... Are you going to New York to resolve this matter?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Yes, recently the London wind and waves are too big, I don't dare to stay down anymore. It's just right to go to New York to avoid the wind and waves. New York, the world financial capital, I like this title... This is my first time going to America, I'm very excited."

  "Ah, I'll give them a lesson," Ah Li said with a few grunts. "I'll send some good men to New York, you're in charge of commanding them, how about that? That Bill, his family... I want to take them down, if possible, I'll mobilize the troops to go to New York and take them down."

  Yi Chen made a gesture to Fatah, it seems that he himself drove the wolf to escape, which gave Ali a great stimulus. This time, it's going to be a big deal. Yi Chen promised: "Don't worry, I'll handle the relevant matters well. I will also bring a group of masters over, do you mean to destroy Bill's family? The difficulty is a bit high."

  Yali burst out laughing: "Don't worry, I already have a plan... Don't you and the family in the US get along?"

  Yi Chen said frankly, "Yes, my sphere of influence is the UK and a bit of Europe, America? I don't have that much capability yet." Yi Chen patted Ali on the back: "Only you can have such great influence, right?"

  Al delightedly smiled and said, "You're too kind, your flattery can make me happy for a year... Taking down Bill's family, I don't care how powerful his family is. I know several American bosses who would be interested in taking over Bill's territory. Maybe neither of us alone has the power to eliminate Bill in New York, but this time it's the two of us working together, I believe, I firmly believe, I dare say we can take him down."

  Yi Chen agreed with him: "I think so too, Mr. Ya Li, the two of us working together, indeed no single family can handle it... Not to mention those American families taking advantage of the situation, I think this will be a pleasant trip, I've already had a premonition."

  Fatadio volunteered, "Boss, I'll go to New York too. I'm the liaison between Mr. Yi and those guys, they don't listen to anyone else."

  "Alright, remember, Fatah, you have to be careful and do everything according to Mr. Yi's instructions. If you cause any more trouble for me, I won't forgive you."

  Fatadi gave a guarantee, and Yichen chatted with Ali for a few more sentences about recent events in the UK before hanging up the phone.

  Fiona walked in with Sally carrying a pile of magazines, smiling and saying: "Boss, this month's magazine has arrived..."

  Yi Chen smiled and looked at him: "Oh, baby, I have some good news to tell you, you'll definitely be happy... Just in the past few days, we're going to New York, okay? The world's financial capital, I really want to see what New York looks like."

  Fiona let out a scream, threw the magazine in her hand randomly and rushed into Yichens arms, biting him fiercely several times. Next to them, Fattardi grunted, several thick magazines just hit his nose, he could only touch his nose, pour himself a drink, and self-deprecatingly said: "Escaped the boss's punishment, just used this little bit of pain to replace it, otherwise I would definitely be unlucky in the future."

  Yi Chen hugged the extremely excited Feili tightly and ordered: "Send an urgent telegram to Fabio, asking him to settle everything within a week. I want Cain and the others to come back, understand? Leave at most a few dozen people behind, but Cain must come back... Stronach can stay in Italy. That's it."

  Phil walked out in big strides, he was also excited, and there was another big commotion. With his natural pugnacity, how could he not be happy?

  Even Chekhov looked at Yidun with pitiful eyes, as if he were a small dog begging for food, eager to take him to New York. He was confident that his recent strength had increased greatly, and it wasn't just some handguns, his spiritual power could even intercept bullets...

  Yi Chen turned back, looking at Chekhov with a strange smile. Chekhov hastily smiled and approached him. Yi Chen said lightly: "Alright, you come with me to America, I want to see what achievements your recent hard work has brought... Chekhov, since you've put in the effort, you should seize the opportunity to show off your skills. Go find Gol, get a custom-made handgun and dagger for yourself. You should be wearing those weapons now, you're worthy of them."

  Chekhov excitedly dragged Goll to rush out, while Fattah stood by and muttered: "Are guys like Chekhov being taken along? Are we really going on a picnic or something? Oh God... But Cain's group of cold-blooded special forces should be absolutely no problem. Our people are also good hands..."