Division of forces

  Two days ago, M almost returned to London at the same time as Yi Chen because she had to deal with everything on the scene properly, or rather, without stimulating some people's nerves too much. So, she was delayed for a little while.

  She had just returned to her own office when she ordered an emergency meeting, but before the agent who was conveying her orders could leave the room, two lieutenant colonels strode in: "Ma'am, the Secretary of Defense requires your presence within ten minutes. He needs all detailed and event-related materials ready."

  He waved the file bag in his hand and said with a sarcastic tone: "Dear, what kind of sudden event do you think it is? No, you don't know, you are the elite of the army, young and lucky to have climbed up to be an officer directly under the Ministry of National Defense... You will never know... Yes, you can walk around with a proud face, exercising your pitiful power in your hands... I wish you all the best, hoping that you won't have to go to the battlefield."

  Two middle-aged men were taken aback for a moment. One of them slightly shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his hand: "Ma'am, please... why can't we go to the battlefield?"

  "Frankly speaking, because you will be the first batch of idiots to die... Today, I would suggest selecting those with real combat experience and capable officers to serve in the Ministry of Defense. You bunch of pretty boys who spend your energy on creases in clothes, hair, and looks should go to the lowest level of the military for training."

  Two mid-level officers looked at M with a mixture of awkwardness and unspoken anger. M shook his head, grabbed the file bag and walked out in big strides, saying loudly: "You so-called high-achievers from university, after a short time in military school, think you understand war? Wrong! You don't know anything, just like our lovely minister, you're politicians, not soldiers... If I were the Minister of Defense, all of you would be fired."

  Two mid-level cadres rolled their eyes, looking up at the sky. M's military rank was much higher than theirs, and even if they had the guts to complain, they wouldn't dare say anything. Perhaps just as M said, they were politicians rather than qualified soldiers. They could talk big in the office, but they couldn't charge into battle with bloodshot eyes.

  Muttering to himself in a low voice: "Look, look, our beloved Minister Huen, your good days are over... This is the consequence of ignoring my warnings. I wonder what you will use to take responsibility for the deaths of these three thousand people. Your life is not worth the lives of three thousand young men from the British Empire."

  The Prime Minister's office, the Prime Minister who had already received intelligence from certain channels, several ministers, the Defense Minister and a few generals were anxiously discussing how to deal with the aftermath. The Finance Minister came up with an extremely wonderful idea: "Just say they died in action in Iraq, what do you think? At most give their families a little bit of consolation money, God, it's better than having the matter exposed."

  Several generals cursed in their hearts: "Idiots." Yes, the transfer of thousands of people from Britain to Iraq is impossible to hide from others. They didn't make the transfer, so who would believe that their soldiers died in Iraq? And how could they explain the sudden death of three thousand soldiers in Iraq? Recently, Iraq has been calm, with only about ten explosions per day, which is far from enough to kill three thousand people.

  However, these generals could all understand the panic of several cabinet ministers. If the prime minister stepped down, they would not be able to keep their current positions either. Then, their power, money and beautiful women would all disappear. Those who had already tasted the benefits of being important figures were absolutely unwilling for such a situation to occur.

  A group of high-ranking officials were in a heated discussion when M pushed open the conference room door and walked in. Behind him, two guards quietly closed the door. M stood before the conference table, shaking his head helplessly, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, do you remember my previous request? You refused... I can't comment on these matters, although some things that were beyond our control happened. We should have done better. But now, nearly three thousand people are dead, several hundred missing... Gentlemen, here are the photos from the scene. I followed your orders."

  He heavily threw the file bag on the table, and surprisingly no one dared to open the file bag.

  The Premier said in a low voice, "Madam, think of a way to explain it to the people first. We can deceive them for at most a week. Seven days later, the information will no longer be concealed."

  M stared at him tightly: "Why cover up? Sir, we must admit our mistakes, we made a mistake... How do we explain it? Sir, are we going to tell the people: 'Sorry, the royal army was slaughtered by a group of black social elements?' Come on, I don't even believe this myself. I said that some very strange things happened, but we could have redeemed all of this."

  The Minister of National Defense finally pulled out what was in the file bag, didn't look at those photos, and directly signaled the military officer behind him to play the video taken by the battlefield information sharing system.

  That night's events appeared on the screen, and the ministers let out a cry of surprise. Gradually, their faces all relaxed for no reason. The Prime Minister shrugged lightly: "See? Gentlemen, this is an unstoppable force. Ah, we made a mistake, but... what can be done about it now? Now we just need to find a reasonable excuse for the deaths of 3,000 people, right?"

  " Gentlemen, consider this: the threat this poses to our country..."

  The Prime Minister glared at her: "No threat, madam, no threat. If they wanted to harm us, they would have taken action long ago... Alright, you're overthinking this... Fine, let's discuss how to explain the casualties to the public."

  M gazed helplessly at these people, who only cared about their own power and status without any sense of responsibility. M was clear that just like the Vatican's previous visit, these supernatural events would not pose a threat to ordinary civilians. However, the Japanese invasion was real, didn't they consider this at all? Humans should only be concerned with human affairs, so shouldn't the Japanese smuggling on a large scale and setting up a branch of the underworld society in London be worth noticing?

  Shifting responsibility, constantly shifting responsibility, M sadly watched those ministers and generals come up with one absurd idea after another. She had lost interest in making suggestions to the Minister of Defense, no need to worry now, anyway, Yi had promised himself that he would definitely complete this task. Overthrowing this government, Yi could gain attention from those congressmen, things that were beneficial to him, Yi would absolutely not let go.

  She turned to walk towards the door, when the Minister of Defense suddenly called out to her: "Madam, remember, this matter is absolutely confidential. The common people can't understand these issues, so we don't need to worry them unnecessarily. Our American allies are still hiding many UFO truths from us, and we're just learning a little from them... You just do your job, your task is intelligence, apart from that, national affairs aren't for you to worry about... Keep an eye on the international and domestic situation, we have a batch of specially purchased military equipment that will be transported soon, I don't want any accidents to happen, understood?"

  M smiled and said respectfully, "Yes, Minister, I understand." After finishing speaking, M seemed very happy to leave. Several ministers whispered: "This strange old woman, forget it, don't bother with her."

  Yi Chen sat elegantly in a luxurious living room, slowly examining the medieval knight's armor across from him, and smiled: "Mr. Fick, your collection is becoming more and more precious."

  Wearing a suit of golden pajamas, Fick looked like a big fat bear dog and laughed, plopping himself down in front of Yi Chen. He pointed at the armor and said: "No big deal, I just got it recently. But this is truly a medieval treasure, not one of those fake inferior goods... By the way, Yi, your status has risen lately, you're looking down on me a bit... I'm telling the truth."

  "Ah, come on, come on, look what you're saying. Has my position been elevated or something? I wasn't aware of that. You must be joking, forget it... I just got back from Manchester and brought a personal secretary for Mr. Laze. He's been asking me to provide him with a capable assistant for some time now, and this time I finally fulfilled my promise - a strong and capable assistant... If you're saying I didn't come see you because of this, then you must be wronging me."

  Fei Ke bent down, carefully pulled out two long cigars from the crystal cigar box on the table in front of him, and handed one to Yi Chen, saying: "Try it, this is a special product made for me from Havana, you can't find much of it in all of Europe. I invested in a small cigarette factory over there, this is an internal product, top-grade Cuban tobacco."

  Yi Chen smiled and lit a cigarette with Fick's lighter, saying: "You see, your business is getting wider and wider. Cuba hasn't even signed a trade agreement with the UK yet, but you've already reached out. You're in London, smoking Havana cigars, spending millions on a medieval suit of armor, and having a loyal friend like me... and after enjoying almost everything, you tell me that I look down on you? Got it, this is what happens when life is too carefree, using me to amuse yourself."

  Fick burst out laughing: "Haha, three days ago I sent someone to invite you, but you weren't there, that really hurt my heart. But it's okay now that you've explained, it's okay... Ah, I have a favor to ask of you." Fick's chubby face, with two small eyes, blinked rapidly twice.

  Yi Chen smiled and dropped a pinch of gray ash, saying: "Please instruct me, your loyal servant Yi Chen, I will obey your orders."

  Fick burst out laughing loudly, but suddenly he stopped his laughter and said viciously: "Do you know Ferdinand? That old dead man, he refuted my proposal on tax reform in the parliament, hum... Let's give him a lesson."

  He made a slashing motion with his right hand across his own neck and said, "Like this? Too simple... Ferdinand has no power whatsoever, yet he dares to offend you. He's doomed, God can't even save him... Should we kill him or his whole family?"

  Fick burst out laughing: "No, no, no, killing him would be too easy on him. He has a 14-year-old granddaughter..."

  Yi Chen's expression turned serious: "I've never laid a hand on a woman, that's my rule, sir."

  Fick shrugged: "Well, then his son, together in a car accident, let his son be seriously injured, and break two legs. I'm not a too ruthless person either. Humph! I proposed tax protection for certain special industries and government support for these industries, but Ferdinand dared to refute me, causing my proposal to be delayed for discussion. Humph! That old man must be taught a lesson."

  "Tell me his son's name, characteristics, workplace, residence, and if possible, his license plate number. Such a small thing, even a small thug can do it well, no need for me to take action."

  "Of course, you are now the only boss of London City. Who can compare with you?"

  Yi Chen shook his head: "Forget it, there's also Wiggins, Wiggins is still around. I just got lucky, those bosses suddenly fell ill and died, and Wiggins' old friend didn't have time to take over the territory, so I took advantage of a huge opportunity."

  Fick burst out laughing: "Speaking of Wiggins, this old fellow came over just the other day, said he was looking in on me... Guess what he said?"

  "Who knows? I'm not God... He can't possibly want to make underground horse racing public just to harm more innocent people, right? That damned old man, he promised me benefits but hasn't given me anything yet. Sooner or later, I'll make him surrender and give me his two best thoroughbreds to roast and eat."

  "Hey, Yi, you're God, you're absolutely right. Now that official horse racing is legal, this old guy comes up with some weird scheme and asks me to propose in the council that peripheral, unofficial horse racing also be made legal. Can you believe it? This would ruin my political reputation! This unreasonable old fool, he's really something... And on top of that, he said some unpleasant things about you. He doesn't know that you and I are actually good friends, even closer than him."

  Fei Ke's eyes were fixed intently on Yi Chen, who rolled his eyes: "Perhaps he used some coercive means to force you to propose that motion, so you're telling me all this?"

  Phil didn't feel embarrassed at all, calmly took a puff of his cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and smiled: "Yes, of course. I don't like being threatened by anyone, even if he once gave me $2 million in campaign funds. He even said that he still has the betting slips for my fixed matches, but of course, I won every single one of them... But what he's doing now is really hurting me. Yi, if you were the only boss in London, it would be wonderful."

  Feike continued to puff out smoke rings, his two small eyes constantly glancing at Yicun.

  Yi Chen smiled: "Wiggins is not easy to deal with. He has hundreds of men under him, and more than a dozen good marksmen. It's really difficult to handle."

  "Besides, you're even more powerful, aren't you? That security company alone is enough to take him down."

  Yi Chen stared at Fick: "Taking down Wiggins, I have no benefits."

  "Is there no advantage? Good heavens, I'll make you feel the advantage. Do you want to interfere with the betting industry? Well, you open a bookmaking company registered according to my standards and I will immediately propose to the council that only companies that meet those standards can continue to operate. It's so simple. You know how many people in London alone bet on league matches, FA Cup, Champions League every year?"

  Yi Chen shook his head: "I don't know."

  Fick lifted his leg: "I'm not clear, to be honest, but the profit is enough to make a poor boy one of the richest people in England overnight. Think about it, we cooperate with each other, and get rid of Wiggins... He's old, useless, and he even threatened me... Do you think such an old fool still needs to stay in this world?"

  Yi Chen nodded and said lightly, "Alright then, no time limit. I've been busy with many things lately and have a lot on my mind, especially the Military Intelligence Bureau always seems to be at odds with me..."

  Fikri said: "I still have a few friends in the Ministry of Defense, when necessary, I can put pressure on them, trust me."

  Yi Chen nodded slightly, looking at Feike, thinking for a long time before saying: "So, these small matters are decided like this, there's no need to waste any more time. However, I think you might be interested in something sensational." Yi Chen glanced around at the three or four trusted assistants surrounding Feike.

  Fick clapped his hands and made a shooing sound: "Shoo, shoo, all of you scram, I'm going to have a serious talk with Yi, all of you get out of here, go further away."

  Watching several assistants leave quickly, Fick smiled and said: "I knew it, nothing special would happen, you wouldn't come here... After all, our identities... We need to avoid suspicion. What's the matter?"

  Yi Chen didn't beat around the bush, pulled out M's file bag and threw it on Feike's body: "Take a look, but you might need to find some friends in the Ministry of National Defense again... You're from the opposition party, aren't you?"

  Fick laughed: "I'm a staunch opposition party, because I'm not the ruling party... Oh my god... What is this? Grilled beef? Damn it, where did you get these photos?"

  Yi Chen stood up and sat beside him, pointing at the photo and saying: "Shh, what beef? Oh my god, this is a person... Right, here's the thigh, here's the arm, and as for this part, haha, it's a human brain... The brain that was just blown out of the head by the explosive force."

  Fick threw away the cigarette in his hand, tossed the photo aside, covered his mouth with his hand and let out a dry heave, groaning: "Oh God, oh God, Yi, I have a pretty serious heart condition, you shouldn't do this to me."

  "See that? Take a good look, this isn't some refugee camp, those bloody refugees dying doesn't concern us in the least. This is an elite regiment of the British Empire's Royal Army, they... they were wiped out on a beach in southern England, just look, look... Of course, as a big shot from the opposition party, you wouldn't have heard anything about it, would you? Of course not, those in power want to keep their positions, they want to protect their interests, they've blocked all the news."

  Fick slowly released his hand, and his eyes flickered uncertainly as he asked cautiously: "When? Easy? When? Heaven, a trip? Are you sure? On British soil? They've turned into... barbecue beef?"

  "Of course... As for the time, it was five or six days ago, my sense of time isn't very strong. You know, I thought about it for several days before handing them over to you... I'm a citizen of the British Empire, and I don't want these photos to cause social unrest."

  Fei Ke looked at Yi Chen, slowly, slowly unfolding an extremely bright smile, and suddenly patted Yi Chen's shoulder: "Ah ha, you're a bad egg, Yi, you're a bad egg... Don't want to cause social unrest? Get out, the more society is in turmoil, the easier it is for you to make a fortune, isn't that right?"

  Yi Chen smiled without saying a word.

  "Alright, alright, you're not considering the honor of being a so-called citizen, are you? You're thinking about which of the big shots you know to give this information to in order to have the greatest destructive power and bring the most benefits, aren't you? Oh, tell me, did you choose me?"

  Fick's two index fingers fiercely pointed at his own heart, shouting loudly: "Ah ha, you chose me... Ah yes, I still control three newspapers in my hands, don't I? Oh heaven, oh heaven, Yi, you look even more lovely than God now..." He actually rushed up and kissed Yi Dust fiercely.

  Yi Chen quietly moved his big head away, smiling and saying: "I'm not gay, dear."

  "Nor am I, sir," said Figgis, curling his lip. "I voted against the legalization of homosexuality three times in Parliament."

  "Right, I chose you, I didn't choose Laze, although I recommended a private secretary to him. Similarly, just because I recommended a private secretary to him, I think the benefits he got are enough, I don't need to give him anything else."

  Fei Ke said in a low voice: "These photos, I'm ready to strike with all my might, but you have to tell me everything about the ins and outs."

  Yi Chen wasn't very forthcoming, but with a candid expression said: "I bought them from several mysterious informants... You'd better not know about these dark matters, it's dangerous. In short, they got the photos from people who handled the scene in the army, then secretly auctioned them off on the black market, I got the photos and took care of them, that's all."

  Fei Ke stared at Yi Chen: "You took out those intelligence peddlers?"

  "Of course, I need safety, I can't let them spread the word that I bought out the intelligence... Mr., dealing with politicians is a very dangerous thing, yes, I don't want some department to send out hundreds of hitmen after me, after all, I'm still standing on the land of the British Empire. Even, I've started worrying about your safety. Destroying evidence is the specialty of the British intelligence department, they're used to making certain people disappear."

  Fick shook his head: "What about your security company? Can't you get me a few bodyguards? It's worth taking the risk, isn't it... Think about it, if I release this information, these evidence, no, these incriminating documents, we can deal a huge blow to the current prime minister and force them to resign collectively... I'll have made a great contribution within the party, I'm sure to get an important position... Maybe even Minister of Finance? Ah, Yi, how much loan do you need? Hahaha, just thinking about it gets me excited."

  Yi Chen smiled and stood up, casually picking up the cigar box that contained at least 200 Havana cigars. He chuckled and said: "Well, I'll take my leave then. Don't worry about the bodyguard matter, I'll handle it. Of course, you just need to pay 70% of the salary."

  "Hey? You still want me to pay you a salary? Why are you still concerned about that little bit of money?"

  "Firstly, we can't let others suspect our relationship. If you hire us with money, then no one will have anything to say, right?"

  Fick nodded in agreement with his words.

  "Secondly, my life experience has taught me that even a penny is money. One trillion US dollars is one trillion times 100 pennies stacked up, and any small income cannot be ignored... Just as you said, it's just a little bit of money, so don't worry about it... Ah, this cigarette tastes good, you should be more generous."

  Yi Chen took big strides towards the living room door, turned back with a smile and said: "By the way, I'd like to remind you of one more thing. If you really become the Minister of Finance, you should have this armor plated with a layer of gold. Otherwise, it's completely incompatible with your status."

  Not minding the easygoing teasing, and not having time to be heartbroken about his cigarette being taken away, Fick carefully stroked the photo on the crystal bar with a reverent expression, as if he was stroking countless giant checks.

  After leaving Fick's house, Yi Chen didn't take a rest, waved his hand and asked Phil to drive back to Chinatown. He hastily ate a sandwich, drank a cup of red wine, and then led Phil, Goll, and Jester down to the underground conference room, where several people were already waiting.

  People waiting for Yi Chen were all young people, dressed in avant-garde clothes, with unrestrained behavior, wearing guns on their belts and exaggerated jewelry. They looked like they were no more than 25 or 26 years old. They had cigarettes in their mouths, wine glasses in their hands, and fierce eyes sizing each other up, lazily spitting out smoke rings and drinking.

  Easy dust strode in, sat down in the chairman's seat, lightly tapped on the table in front of him, and smiled: "Alright, gentlemen, sit well...Damn it, Charley, put your dog legs down, or I'll throw them into the Thames River."

  Charlie, who had dyed his hair silver, shuddered all over and quickly put down his legs honestly, doing well and looking at Yicun seriously, just like a primary school student listening to the teacher's lesson.

  "Alright, listen up! I'm giving you all a task. Starting tomorrow, I want you to wash out those ridiculous hair colors, remove the tattoos with lasers, and get rid of those weird accessories - either melt them down into gold bars or throw them into the ocean. No more driving those off-road vehicles or violent motorcycles. And as for guns, use proper holsters, no more carelessly sticking them in your waistbands. Every day, pay attention to your appearance, brush your teeth, and don't be lazy. Absolutely no swearing allowed - you all need to act like respectable people. Got it?"

  "Good grief, boss! You called us over just for this? Forget it, forget it. We're not you, we don't need to care about appearances. It's too tiring..."

  "Shut up, I'm going to tell you all this. Today, I'll allocate a piece of land for each of you, and you're no longer those street thugs fighting and killing each other, but rather legitimate bosses with your own industries. Every month, you'll hand over 50% of your earnings to me, and the rest is yours. I've calculated it, and if you operate at the current level, the industries I'm giving you can bring in around ￡1 million per person per month."

  Six young people looked at each other in surprise.

  He slammed his hand on the desk: "Very normal, young ones, very normal. You've followed me for several years now, haven't you? You're my trusted subordinates, and trusted subordinates should be rewarded. But I'm extremely dissatisfied with your current behavior. If you can't get yourselves together properly, I'll have Phil and the others give you a lesson in etiquette, got it?"

  "Boss, if you divide the territory among us, what about our brothers under us?"

  "Alright, you're all responsible for taking care of them from now on. Anyway, each of you will be earning much more than your current income every month, so it shouldn't be a problem since you were able to make ends meet before. At the same time, I'm planning to register a comprehensive company, which will serve as our public face towards society. Each of you will hold 3% of the original shares in the company, no need for approval or disapproval, and no room for your opinions."

  The six little guys were overjoyed in their hearts, this way, weren't they just going to be the sole bosses of a small faction?

  "Of course, remember my rules. In our territory, we can't lack drugs, but we absolutely cannot touch them ourselves. Our nightclubs, bars and so on can't be without prostitutes, but we can't personally get involved in the sex trade. We need to reduce our own risks while also giving others a way to make a living. Don't take things too far, that's how you do business smoothly, got it?"

  "Remember, boss, no problem..."

  "Boss, I just bought a second-hand Hummer, what should I do?"

  "Get rid of it and buy a new car. I'll give you a suggestion, consider the new Mercedes-Benz business vehicle, its exterior is noble and elegant, the interior facilities are sufficient for you to hang out with beautiful women, and at the same time, it has excellent bulletproof performance, which can guarantee your safety."

  Six people looked at each other and nodded.

  Yi Chen smiled: "So, okay, I said you would agree, so I've already booked six for you. You can go to the garage upstairs and drive them away yourself. The license plates are all ready... Of course, the car expenses will be deducted from your profits."

  Six little brats shouted in unison: "Boss, this is dictatorship, you should give us some room for choice."

  "Alright, alright, I've ordered six of them and they gave me a $70,000 discount. Isn't that good enough?... Now let's discuss the main issue."

  Everyone became serious, and Khari said in a low voice: "Boss, last time I almost killed Wiggins, but according to your orders, I only shot him in the thigh and left. He should still be alive."

  "Alright, alright, this time we're going to take down Wiggins. The old man is useless, I want to get my hands on his horse racing business... Any objections? Think about it, once we do, we can manipulate the horse racing and buy our own horses. We'll be making a fortune, with hundreds of millions in funds flowing in from each race."

  Several little bosses of London City who were about to take office were excited, or rather, stirred up by their bloodthirsty nature, and began discussing various ways to get rid of Wiggins with Yidun.

  Yi Chen yawned and left the conference room, leaving behind a sentence: "You discuss with Mr. Fei and tell me the final result. If you want to be bosses, you should learn from small things and not follow my plan for everything, or your brains will degenerate."

  "Good Lord, boss, your plans never go wrong, why do we have to think for ourselves? Damn it, I haven't had a decent think in ages."

  Phil's big hand patted his head: "Alright, Charley, take your time... The boss is doing this for your own good. Do you want to spend the rest of your lives as street thugs? The boss is planning a future for you, and we won't just be limited to London one day. Think about it, you'll become big shots in some major city, and then what? You'll come back to the boss and say: 'Boss, sorry, but this drug dealer who passed by didn't give me any money, should I have taken care of him?'"

  The people present burst out laughing, and the six young men began to talk nonsense without any limits. Someone even proposed that they directly steal a cloud explosion bomb from the military warehouse and blow up the entire Wiggins Manor.

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  After the six noisy and excited kids left, who were thrilled about their identity upgrade, Phil went upstairs to the living room and asked Yichen, who was instructing Chekhov on controlling flying knives: "Boss, why are you in such a hurry to let them take charge of one aspect? Is it necessary? They're all still too green."

  Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Phil, do you know how many plots of land I've promised recently?"

  Phil was taken aback: "You promised 'Longmen' in the south of London, promised 'Shankou Group' in the east of London... this."

  Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, picked up a flying knife from the air and slowly trimmed his fingernails, smiling and saying: "Yes, in this way, we only have a very small part of our territory left. Although we have an agreement not to interfere with each other's business, but as time goes on, when everyone develops, there will still be some friction. You say, would I dare to fight back for those territories with all my might? It's impossible."

  Phil's eyes widened and he muttered: "So, what do you mean?"

  Chikov, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, suddenly opened his eyes: "You idiot, Phil, you're an idiot. The boss wants to entrust them with some territory business, which means they can't be responsible... Ah, damn it." He lost focus for a moment, and a knife blade just grazed past his ear, leaving a trail of blood flowers, the pain made him quickly close his eyes again, using his spiritual power to sense those blades, and carefully control them.

  Yi Chen smiled slyly: "Yes, at that time, if something unpleasant happens to Jiali and them, we'll have an excuse. We didn't know... Haha, it's all because the people below don't understand things. As long as we apologize, it's better than us taking action against them ourselves. Isn't that right?"

  Phillip said calmly: "Khara is just our branch, we can say that they have taken the initiative to start a conflict, right?"

  Yi Chen nodded: "Yes, Phil, that's my intention. In short, we can't be too bad, but I absolutely cannot let people take advantage of me... In some ways, you have to learn from Chekhov, Phil, Chekhov is quite suitable for being a conspirator."

  Phil shook his head and looked at Chekhov's small nose and eyes with a sly look, he knew he couldn't learn these things.

  Yi Chen suddenly remembered something, looked up at Phil and said: "Well, you and Gole prepare, three days later we three will go to the Tower of London together. Since Mr. Arthur is seriously injured, if we don't take advantage of this opportunity, it would be stupid... My three junior brothers' abilities are not enough, I'm afraid they can't make a person who was shot in the chest recover instantly. I think Mr. Arthur won't be able to move for a month, but we mustn't miss such an opportunity..."

  Phil nodded slightly excitedly, thinking of his own mighty giant sword. His recent true yuan power had also increased greatly, and using it should be even more unstoppable, right?