New York

  Yi Chen had a cigar in his mouth, both hands pitifully supporting his chin, staring at Mi Xue who accidentally dropped a crystal fruit plate and shattered it into powder, muttering: "I understand why they sent this girl out. Maybe even her own father, whom she said was extremely doting, couldn't stand her? The big shots of the Dark Congress would naturally be happy to have someone volunteer to seduce you."

  Jester stroked his chin: "No matter what she does, anyway I won't provoke her, yesterday night she sneaked into my room and almost burned me to a crisp, damn it, did I provoke her? Ahahahaha..." Jester suddenly hugged his belly and burst out laughing.

  Yi Chen looked at him unblinkingly: "What's wrong? Jester, you won't be so heavily struck that you've gone mad, will you?"

  Jester clutched his belly and groaned: "Oh heavens, boss, just think about it, if she turned her own father into a bald head too, a bald-headed bat flying back and forth under the moon... Ahahahaha..."

  Yi Chen's eyes widened, and he suddenly threw the cigar in his mouth, patted Jester's head and burst out laughing. Misha, who was busy directing Phil to sweep up the fragments, looked back suspiciously and furrowed her brow tightly. Yi Chen's face stiffened, chuckled a few times, and walked out. Jester, on the other hand, provocatively stared at Misha, muttering: "Damn it, I'm just making fun of you, you have the ability to bite me."

  Yi Chen had just walked to the door when Kane strode in, carrying a small canvas bag, and stood at attention, saying loudly: "Boss, I'm back. The Rome mission was completed smoothly, and now we're consolidating our gains."

  Gently patting Cain's shoulder, Yi Chen's poisonous head nodded and pointed at Mishielle: "Cain, I'm giving you a glorious task. This Miss Mishielle is a friend of Mr. Jester's. You must take good care of her, understand? Her safety is now in your hands. Go greet her, I'll discuss with Mr. Fatale and we can prepare to set off."

  Yi Chen walked out, and Caine did as he said, throwing the canvas bag at Jester's head, then walked in front of Michelle, stretched out his hand and said: "Miss Michelle, hello, my name is Caine, boss asked me to protect your safety."

  Misty awkwardly stood on tiptoes, only to find herself still not as tall as Cain's shoulder. She hummed and stretched out her hand with ill intentions, tightly grasping Cain's hand. With a sly smile, she said: "Oh, Cain, your boss said I can find you to play with me... Hehe." Misty's hand suddenly became like steel, tightly gripping Cain's large hand, intentionally trying to make him lose face the moment they met.

  It was not Cain who let out a mournful cry, but Michelle, who cried out in pain. Cain didn't know any gentle tricks and instinctively countered with a strong force, his muscles contracting violently, his large hand like a tiger's claw, tightly pinching Michelle's small hand. Michelle thought Cain was an ordinary person and had no experience, so when her hand hurt, she immediately lost all her strength, and as a result, she was grasped by Cain, causing even more pain.

  Jester slammed the sofa back and laughed, saying with a sneer: "Our Mr. Kane is a real man, little girl, don't provoke him."

  Mishelle's mouth twitched, and she was about to cry again. This time, it just so happened to hit Cain's weak spot, and he apologized repeatedly, being played around by Mishelle until he couldn't escape, unconsciously making countless promises, before Mishelle finally smiled through her tears.

  Jester crudely gestured at Michelle with his middle finger, saying viciously: "Little devil, how can you be so captivating at such a young age?" Michelle looked at Jester in confusion and asked him: "What does your gesture mean? Hmm?"

  Jie Si Te was stunned and couldn't say a word...

  London airport, an Airbus roared through the clouds and took off. During the takeoff phase, when all passengers were buckled up in their seats, a flight attendant turned around and was shocked to see Michelle standing by her seat, gesturing with her hands and whispering: "Ah, Fei Jie (sister), this is an airplane? So much fun! My body feels so light and floaty, hehe... it's so much fun."

  Fei Li saw the flight attendant's eyes widening in surprise, and quickly pulled Michelle down with one hand, binding her to the seat with an apologetic smile. "So how did you get to England?" she asked, "Didn't you say your family was in Holland?"

  Mishka yawned and muttered, "Take a boat, go by sea... It's not fun, that's the boat my grandfather made with his own hands, it's almost broken, no fun at all..."

  Yi Chen and Phil exchanged a weird glance, the wooden boat made by Michelle's grandfather? This thing is ancient... Michelle's youngest brother was already over 170 years old.

  The plane had just entered a steady flight, and the air hostess walked over with a smile and said to Michelle: "Miss, sorry, please pay attention to safety on the plane." Michelle rolled her eyes and didn't even bother to respond. After all, in Michelle's eyes, apart from Jester and Cain, who had given her a hard time, other humans were just food. If a pig advised you to drive carefully, would you listen? Assuming pigs could talk.

  Fatiao took a glass of brandy from the air hostess who was pushing a beverage cart and asked Yichun in a low voice, "Yi, are you just bringing these few people? It's good that the boss has sent enough people over. If we had too many people, I'm afraid..."

  Yi Chen smiled strangely: "I brought some people over, but they have to go in batches. Now we're preparing to go to New York for a play first, Fata Dio. We can't just get off the plane and kill Bill's, the FBI isn't stupid, they'll suspect us somehow. Let's shop first, then food, then comfortable entertainment, and then discuss serious business, okay? By the way, do you know that John?"

  Fatiao thought that Yichen spoke politely, and he remembered to have a good time in New York. His recent gloomy heart also lightened up. He nodded and said: "Yes, John is the boss's friend, his family has some power in New York too, so we should go find him first."

  Yi Chen nodded and exchanged a look with Jester, who slumped softly into his seat, holding a small cup of white wine and sipping it slowly.

  In the cargo hold of the plane, in the gaps between several boxes, a dozen or so eyes with red, bloodthirsty glows were squeezed inside, their bodies almost flattened, cursing in strange "squeaks" that damned Jest, the new leader, and Misha, who had come up with the harebrained idea of smuggling themselves to save money.

  Mishelle hasn't stopped running around the cabin since the flight attendant said she could move freely. It's unknown where she got such a good physical condition from. Especially when she asked, "Ah, miss, where is your cockpit? Can I go in and take a look?" it made several flight attendants tense up, thinking they had encountered something bad. As a result, Mishelle immediately became the focus of attention, with at least one pair of eyes fixed on her wherever she went.

  It was already afternoon when the plane landed. The group quickly found a few taxis and instructed them to follow each other to Manhattan.

  Eddie and Fat Tony were chatting, Phil Leotardo was quietly discussing his past boxing days. Chico had already stuck his head out of the car window, blowing kisses at the beautiful women on the street. Sally and Cain were staring at each other with wide eyes, they didn't think the outside scenery was anything to look at. Filia was excitedly discussing the fashionable clothes of the women on the street with Michelle, it seemed that Filia had finally found a kindred spirit. As for Jester? Who knows how he managed to bring his plane full of marijuana and get through customs, now he was happily immersed in the surroundings.

  There were seventeen bats flapping their wings, following a few taxis in the sky over a thousand meters high. The leading vampire muttered: "Is it easy for us? We just escaped from the stingy leader of the French branch, and now we are assigned to the two perverts. At least the miser would let us drive taxis, but they actually want us to fly ourselves... Satan, curse those two little devils."

  Sixteen poor bats chirped in unison, countless beautiful greetings were given to Jester and Michelle.

  The traffic suddenly came to a standstill. Yi Chen, dissatisfied, knocked on the glass behind the taxi driver's head: "Dear, what's going on? Why aren't we moving?"

  The black driver suddenly turned his head, shaking it and saying: "Hey, buddy, how am I supposed to know? Damn it, that's just the way New York is. Hey, those rich guys in Manhattan get off work, their underlings get off work too, how am I supposed to know why the damn city government doesn't open a couple more subway tunnels? Huh? You guys wanna go to Manhattan, ain't ya?"

  Yi Chen nodded and looked at the almost stationary traffic in front of him, sighing helplessly: "New York, damn it's a hell, is the traffic jam so serious?"

  Fatadi said bluntly: "I've never been to New York, my business is usually in Europe... God, buddy, when can this car pass?"

  The driver, who was humming along to the radio and singing tongue-twisters, turned around, shrugged his shoulders, made a exaggerated face: "Go through? Oh God, you guys should have stayed in the waiting room for at least two hours when you got off the plane. If we're lucky, we might be able to get to Manhattan." As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his fist on the horn and yelled out the window: "Hey, brother! Don't try to pass my car! The road ahead is already blocked, do you want to squeeze me out of the lane?"

  The interesting black driver turned back and said to Yicun: "Look at these white kids, they don't even follow the traffic rules."

  "Easily dusty, looking up at the distant and near towering skyscrapers, he said in a low voice: 'Fatahrio, how much money does New York trade in one day?'"

  Fatadi shook his head and said, "Who knows? The Fed's top officials may not even be clear... Openly, privately, nationally, personally, legally, illegally, at least tens of billions every day?"

  Yi Chen stealthily made a handgun gesture, Fatah Dio smiled: "Oh... No, God, you don't have to, do you? Isn't your money enough?"

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "Money? Who would be afraid of having too much? Of course, the more the better."

  The windshield in front suddenly made a noise, and a black bat flew directly from the sky onto the window. Two eyes shining with red light swept across the car, chattering twice with its teeth and claws, then flew up again.

  The driver suddenly came to life and cursed loudly: "Damn it, damn bat... Damn it, black bats bring bad luck."

  Fatiao chuckled: "You're quite lucky, aren't you? The sky hasn't even darkened yet, and a bat has already flown onto your car."

  It's easy to understand what's going on, these vampires flying in the sky got tired and came down to vent their grievances, but unfortunately they found the wrong car, Jester isn't on this bus.

  In the back seat, where Feli, Michelle and Jester were sitting, a bat flew in through the window and landed on Jester's shoulder. Michelle let out a whoop of excitement, laughing wickedly: "Good little bat, just right as a pet... Hmm, be good, don't run around." She grabbed the poor vampire with one hand, waited until the driver wasn't looking, gritted her teeth and pinched it to death, then casually threw it out the window.

  That wretched creature got up from the road, hastily flew up and chattered in terror: "Damn it, is that woman of our race? Too cruel, she's even more cruel than the bastards of the Vatican, Satan, she almost killed me... I'll ask Lord Vestier to transfer me, I'd rather go to Greenland than be under her command."

  The traffic finally loosened up, and these New Yorkers, who were used to the daily commute congestion, calmly drove their cars towards their destinations. Yi Chen and others massaged their sore legs and slowly got off the car. Phil handed each driver a dozen or so banknotes, stood up straight and asked: "Are you sure about this place?"

  The driver of the car, looking hurt, said: "Brother, oh, which part of Africa is your ancestor from? Maybe we're even relatives... damn it, I'm sure, it's this building."

  Yi Chen raised his head, and it was a building about 200 meters high, with black glass walls on the outside. Yi Chen muttered: "Is this how arrogant American families are? Actually working in such a tall building in the most prosperous area of New York? Shouldn't we have some cover or something? Hmm? Fatadio?"

  Fatadiou also shook his head in puzzlement: "Our boss's company isn't even this arrogant, my boss is still a local big shot, damn it, who do they think they are? The mayor of New York City or something? Never mind him, let's go take a look."

  In the spacious hall, several men in black suits came forward, looking at Yī Chén and others with vigilance: "Gentlemen, may I ask who you are looking for? This is a private property, perhaps you have entered the wrong door?"

  Yi Chen glanced at Fatah, who shook his hand and gently adjusted the tie of a man in front of him. In a strange tone, he said: "Oh? We're here to see Mr. John... Mr. Ali from Russia asked us to come, but perhaps you can't make decisions?"

  Several men's faces immediately relaxed, and they smiled: "So you're Mr. Ya Li's friends... Please, our boss has instructed us that once you come over, we'll let you go up to the 35th floor. That's our own territory. The other floors are rented out to those companies."

  Yi Chen looked at them in surprise: "Is this building your family's property?"

  A man nodded and said: "Yes, but we only used three of them."

  Yi Chen said in a low voice as they walked into the elevator, "Phil, learn from me. I'm still worried that the money will go bad if we put it in the bank. We should invest in some legitimate businesses too... Fattadio, what do you think? Should we build a big building and rent it out? Is this business profitable?"

  Fatadiou blinked his eyes: "Maybe, of course... Otherwise why would John and them be like that?"

  On the thirty-fifth floor of the building, more than twenty men with obvious firearms in the corridor greeted them. After a series of complicated checks, until they were sure that Fatadi was a subordinate of Mr. Ali, they were allowed to enter the room where Old John was.

  John, a bald and slender old man with great spirit, smiled and opened his arms to welcome them: "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Fattardi and Mr. Yichen... Oh, no need for formalities, we are friends, and friends should share everything."

  Yi Chen lightly hugged him and smiled: "Nice to meet you, Mr. John, the more friends the better."

  John nodded in approval: "Yes, the more friends the better. It's pointless to make enemies, it's an unwise thing to do." He had obviously already heard about what happened from Ali, and took a sneaky glance at Fattahdio. Fattahdio revealed a bitter smile, helplessly shrugging his shoulders.

  John, Fattario and Yichen sat down, while Yichen and Fattario's subordinates stood in the hall. Only Michelle was jumping around the hall, her movements seemingly out of sync. One hand reached for a sword hanging on a rack, then her head turned to gaze at an exquisite porcelain plate, and with a flick of her wrist, the two-meter-high black wood rack crashed to the ground.

  The loud noise startled old John, who nearly jumped up. Yi Chen hastily said: "Sorry, sorry, Miss Mishi is a bit lively, sorry... Phil, Mr. Phil, accompany Miss Mishi for a moment."

  Phil hastily went to accompany Michelle, but how could he possibly keep an eye on her? With just one jump, Michelle disappeared from sight, and Phil was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. The decorations in Old Man John's hall were too many, and Phil and Old Man John's few people couldn't take care of this and that at the same time, almost crying out in exasperation.

  Felicity couldn't help it anymore and pulled Michelle over to the glass wall to look at the outside view, which finally allowed Phil and the others to escape.

  Mr. John, it's impossible to discuss anything serious today. Let's wait until tomorrow. I'll have Feli bring Michelle to sightsee in New York and we can talk about the details then.

  Old John was already sweating nervously, the collection in the hall were all his favorite things, if Michelle broke one of them, would he dare to ask Yichen to compensate? So he also nodded repeatedly, eager for Michelle, this lively little girl like a flea, to leave as soon as possible.

  Yi Chen had just turned around to call Feili to take away Mi Xue, when Mi Xue had already kicked one foot against the glass wall, making a loud "Dang" sound. Before others noticed anything, Yi Chen's sharp eyes had already seen several poor bats being startled, releasing their small claws that were hanging on the glass gap, and flying away with a rustling sound.

  This girl is really something... I just hope she doesn't mess things up.

  But anyway, they finally arrived safely in New York.