Cat and Mouse (Part 2)

  Sakura smiled slightly, her big eyes sneaking a peek at M, and said in a low voice with a smile: "It's okay, I understand. Taking someone out is fun, isn't it? In Japan, teasing the police is the most interesting thing, but I didn't think that in the UK, you can tease law enforcement personnel of such high status."

  Yi Chen laughed a few times, finally turning his attention to the dinner table, and said with a smile: "Everyone, don't be polite, this is the most famous chef of 'Song He Lou' making Chinese dishes, it's not easy to eat."

  Hawick shook his head and refused a slice of ham, stuttering: "As long as there's money, is there anything that can't be eaten?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, with money you can get anything, but even if you have the money, it's not necessarily possible to taste the big meal made by the head chef of 'Song He Lou' in London."

  "What's the reason?"

  Tang Hu growled: "Because I am the boss of 'Song He Lou', my chef won't cook for foreigners."

  "Hey, kid, don't get too cocky. You're just a restaurant owner, after all. Watch yourself."

  "Ah, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Tang Hu has more than enough reason to be arrogant."

  Hawick showed off his big fist and snorted: "Strength is what gives you the right to be arrogant."

  Tang Hu's eyes didn't say a word, grabbed the pure silver dinner knife beside him, and stabbed it at the red wine bottle in front of him. Where his internal force reached, the tip of the knife emitted a faint, almost imperceptible 'hissing' sound. As if a hot knife cutting through butter, the soft and delicate pure silver dinner knife easily pierced the wine bottle, smoothly passing through from the other side.

  Hawick immediately shut his mouth, Glenn stared foolishly at the almost magical scene in front of him, only Finnley laughed and said: "Ah ha, good work, good work, really too brilliant... Easy, your wine is really good, come on, let's have a toast."

  Yi Chen smiled and raised his wine cup: "So, what shall we wish for?"

  "Hawick waved his fist: 'Let our team kill the French tonight and make them cry all the way home, hahahaha!'"

  Yi Chen, Harvey, Glen and Fenhua raised their glasses, but Dekula, Michelle, M, Tang Hu, Sakura and Ferlie were too busy eating to pay attention to Harvey's proposal. The four of them awkwardly clinked their glasses together and downed their drinks in one gulp.

  Gao Er walked in quietly and said in a low voice: "Boss, the goods have arrived."

  "Really? Then let's send him to the basement." A strange smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

  Her gray eyes stared at him tightly, saying softly: "Oh, Yi, what goods? Bring it up and let's take a look, is it something that can't be seen? It doesn't matter, Auntie won't say anything to you, bring it up and take a look."

  "Easily dust looked at M with an honest face: "These goods, you must not be interested in, are some strange things I customized for Mr. Dekura, you..."

  "Yi, bring those goods here and let me take a look... You wouldn't cheat your own aunt, would you?"

  Fenwick's eyes darted back and forth between Yi Chen and M, he was a bit unsure of what the relationship was between M and Yi Chen. Was it really an aunt and nephew relationship? But looking at it, M seemed to have no particularly close relationship with Yi Chen. If not? Then why did M acknowledge this in public? After all, her identity was there, she was the head of MI6, did she need to curry favor with Yi Chen?

  "Alright then, Mr. Gore, bring out the best ones as samples and let my dear aunt take a look."

  Huddled in a corner of the room, Jest and Chekhov were secretly smoking marijuana and laughing in hushed tones. They exchanged sly glances with M, their eyes gleaming with mischief as they thought to themselves, "Our boss is at it again." M had caught sight of Jest and Chekhov's strange behavior, but for a moment, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong...

  In less than five minutes, a stunning scene unfolded. Gole walked in with a solemn face, followed by four bare-chested black men with bulging muscles carrying a heavy marble coffin at a slow pace. More than a dozen agents trailed behind them in a daze... What a luxurious and almost extravagant coffin it was! The entire outer shell was carved out of marble, with countless beautiful rose patterns inlaid with gold thread on the surface, and a pair of large golden bat wings extending from the top down to the bottom.

  Under Gor's command, his subordinates carefully lowered the coffin and opened the lid. Inside was a fragrant sandalwood coffin, lined with beautiful white swan down, a small swan down quilt, and a soft big pillow. Even the four walls of the inner coffin were carved with intricate floral patterns in simple yet powerful lines.

  Hawkins and the other two made the sign of the cross on their chests, whispered a few prayers, and Fenimore's face turned extremely ugly as he asked Yichen: "Yi, what is this thing? Why did you bring this thing up here? God... it's so ominous."

  He stared at the coffin in a daze, his mind racing with thoughts: "What is Yi doing? A coffin? Coffins are used to hold people, what does he want to do? Is it drugs inside? Arms? Impossible, he can openly transport these things in."

  Sakura and Tonghu applauded lightly on the side, Sakura praised: "It's a very good coffin, it looks great, it's luxurious, really, this is something that only nobles can use."

  Deacula stood up with a happy smile and laughed: "Yi, is this prepared for me?"

  "Yes, you see, to take care of your identity, I asked them to add some special processes, the other coffins are not as luxurious as this one, but they are all made of good materials... It's really difficult to customize so many coffins in London at once, three days is indeed a bit too short."

  Dracula, disregarding the strange looks from the gang leaders, agents and agency heads, walked up to the coffin with big strides. With the assistance of the two grand dukes, he carefully took off his boots and comfortably lay down in the coffin, muttering to himself in satisfaction: "Very comfortable, extremely comfortable, yes, a much more comfortable coffin than the one I used for several hundred... um, several dozen years in the castle. Hehehehe, thank you, Ei, I'm ready to have it transported back to Holland."

  A ridiculous, out-of-this-world feeling flooded the minds of Tang Hu, Sakura, M and others. Such a dignified old man with an aristocratic air, happily lay down in his coffin, and judging from his words, he seemed to be quite accustomed to lying inside it. Adding to that, his name was Dekula... M cursed inwardly: "Yi, what are you doing? Filming a supernatural movie? Is this old man really a vampire?! Oh God, why not? Yi can meet the Prime Minister of England, so why can't he befriend a few vampires?"

  "Umm, too comfortable. You can take me to the basement like this. I haven't slept well for almost a month now. Human beds are too hard."

  Glen's hand shook and with a 'clink' he knocked the wine glass onto the carpet. This damned old man, the more he spoke, the less like a human being he became.

  Yi Chen burst out laughing, glanced at the people with strange expressions, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gol, send Mr. Dekula down to rest, oh, maybe there are not enough people, add two more to carry him, be careful not to drop him." The two grand dukes immediately walked to the coffin and indicated that they would join in carrying it, Yi Chen nodded in agreement.

  Gol directed the four subordinates to close the coffin lid, lift the coffin, and two grand dukes gently supported one side each. More than half of the weight had already been transferred to their hands. Gol smiled slightly and supported the coffin, directing the six people to walk towards the door... A ridiculous thing happened, 'Dangdang' sound, the head of the coffin, where a whole piece of marble should have been, fell off completely, and Dekula's gray-haired big head was suddenly exposed.

  Damn it, Dekula! I was having a good sleep, just about to doze off, and midnight is the perfect time to go hunting for food. How the hell did the coffin lid fall off? It looks like it's just a randomly embedded piece of stone anyway.

  Like eyebrows, the whole face is full of smiles, and hehe looks at Yidun with a series of chuckles.

  Yi Chen sprang up in a rage, rushed over and pulled out Dequla with a furious face, roaring: "Damn it, Gol, that damn coffin shop owner dared to tease me? Take this coffin to find his trouble, I won't forgive him, give me...". Yi Chen viciously made a throat-slitting gesture: "Kill off his whole family."

  Mo Leng coldly said: "Yi, you actually dare to discuss assassination in front of me?"

  Yi Chen pointed at the ridiculous coffin and roared: "He deceived me."

  "Damn it, this son of a bitch, actually used fake goods to deceive me, I, I, I, I want to kill all the people in that street district, damn it... How unbecoming... Nowadays, people are so despicable and shameless? Coffins are sacred objects, they treat them like this."

  Yi Chen felt a twinge of guilt in his heart, not expecting Dekula to take the coffin so seriously. After all, he was the one who had asked Gol to make it. Yi Chen smiled ingratiatingly: "Mr. Dekula, don't be too angry, I'll handle everything properly, I guarantee that three days later, a perfect coffin will appear before you. Gol, take this trash away."

  Mo looked at Ge Er as he led the men to put back the fallen parts and then carried away the coffin, suddenly laughing: "Yi, are you going to change coffins? But don't let anyone sneak out with it, okay?"

  "Ah, Auntie, how can there be someone inside the coffin? Mr. DeCula is an ardent admirer of vampire culture, so he's already regarded himself as a vampire, heh heh..."

  Dekula returned to his seat, panting, and vented his anger on the red wine in front of him, downing cup after cup. Miserably, Dekula drank it all down.

  She glanced at Dracula and her doubts deepened. She smiled and said: "Mr. Dracula really likes to sleep in a coffin?"

  Dekeula hummed a few times and didn't speak.

  "Of course, our whole family sleeps in coffins, in the basement of Philip's castle, hmm, about three hundred coffins are placed together, what a magnificent sight..."

  M's forehead involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat, she glanced at Yi Chen with an odd and slightly venomous expression, and the worst thought popped into her mind. She lightly gestured with her hand, and the two team leaders of the special forces directly under her command sneaked out.

  Yi Chen glanced at his watch indifferently, 9:00 PM, hmm, the time is almost right, but still a bit short...

  "Mr. Phil, go and tell Gol to check all the coffins before switching them. If there are any other problematic coffins, I'll skin those old bosses alive." Phil nodded in understanding and walked out quietly.

  Cain led his men in a charge against a hapless Japanese-owned enterprise, beating up the security guards inside. Cain tossed a few banknotes onto the battered guard's body and muttered, "Take it to the hospital, boss said we gotta leave others a way out." Then, with a flourish, Cain led Stronheim and forty subordinates in a charge upstairs.

  Just like many Japanese companies, at this moment, countless employees are still working overtime. Of course, in reality, they have nothing to do, but they still keep their computers on, make frantic phone calls, or walk back and forth in the office, occasionally chatting with colleagues. Everything is just for show, to let the boss see: "I'm working so hard, this month's bonus... you can't deduct it, right?" Although at this moment, they are actually watching adult videos, talking to their wives back home, or inviting colleagues to go to a bar and pick up women after work at 22:00.

  Sturmgren sneered and pulled down the floor's circuit breaker, while Cain and his men rushed into an office filled with screams, using their flashlights. They knocked out a man with one punch, slung him over their shoulders, and left without hesitation. As for the fleeing female employees, anyone who got in Cain's way was kicked aside.

  Just as Cain and his men had taken more than thirty male employees hostage and were about to leave, seven security guards rushed in with batons, one of them shouting loudly: "What are you doing? Kidnapping? Release the hostages... Oh God."

  When Kane and his men pulled out their submachine guns, the seven security guards knew they were outmatched and dropped their batons before fleeing. Kane sneered a few times, then led his group away with their captives. In a dimly lit alleyway, Kane's group revived the stunned men, who didn't even have time to shout before Kane snarled, "Shut up, or I'll kill you."

  A man who looked rather bold stuttered repeatedly: "Yes, yes, what are your orders?"

  Cain chuckled a few times: "What nationality are you people? Tell me... our boss has a small favor to ask of you."

  These employees were at a loss, and reported to the higher authorities with a murmur. Thirty-six people were arrested, including two Chinese, seven British, three Indians, and the rest were Japanese.

  Cain's subordinates immediately divided these people into two groups, selecting four men over 175 cm tall from the twenty-four Japanese employees, who were still decent-looking, knocked them unconscious with one punch, and threw them onto the truck before driving away. The other people looked at each other in dismay, wondering what these people were doing. A Japanese man suddenly trembled and said, "They won't be Iraqi guerrillas, will they? Our Self-Defense Forces are still on their soil, and they said they would take revenge on us... God, please protect Jiro and the others." Several others had already frantically pulled out their phones to call for help.

  If Yidun knew about it, he would definitely burst out laughing, someone has already taken the blame.

  Twenty minutes later, the four unfortunate Japanese were sent to another small secret base near "Chinatown" of Yidun. Several strong men shot each of them three or four times with standard copper-headed bullets commonly used by British security guards. To make their wounds look like they had been festering for several days, these strong men began frantically flushing their wounds with ice water and applying a drug that would cause muscle decay. Then came injections of antibiotics and anesthetics to prove they had been rescued.

  The bullet was removed, the wound was roughly stitched up by these guys, and a fake Long 13 was created. Next, a lead rod wrapped in rubber layers heavily hit the back of the four unlucky devils' heads to ensure they couldn't explain their identities after waking up. A crudely made fake passport and a small amount of money were stuffed into their pockets, then the four guys were put into coffins.

  Inside the new Wembley Stadium, England fans stared in disbelief at the unbearable scene unfolding before their eyes. Their team had been leading 3-0 for 87 minutes when France scored five goals in the last four minutes. The 20,000 French fans went wild, waving countless French flags. The English players stood on the field, seemingly stunned into stupidity. Is British football doomed to be the "King of Reversals"?

  A thousand hooligans started, they pulled down the seats under their buttocks and launched an attack on French fans in the stands next to them. Countless British fans shouted and started rioting wildly, with some guys starting to set fire to the seats in the stands with lighters. Three thousand police officers at the scene rushed to the most intense place, but were immediately beaten back with blood flowing from their heads.

  French fans began to flee in panic, while the 70,000 British fans, no, they had now become football hooligans, madly chasing after them from all exits. Slowly expanding, spreading out from Wembley Stadium.

  All the police force at Scotland Yard were attracted, countless calls for help came into headquarters, and those policemen who should have been blocking traffic with the military department also began to be withdrawn one after another. No way, **it was getting bigger and bigger.

  Yi Chen's 20,000 subordinates in London launched an organized attack on the city's corners. They charged like a gang, wielding steel pipes and daggers at the black-clad gang members from out of town, beating them mercilessly. The British fans, already of questionable character, shed their elegant outerwear and, fueled by alcohol, began chasing and beating French jersey-wearing fans. They smashed phone booths, destroyed public facilities, and overturned and exploded over a hundred cars.

  Yi Chen's younger brothers used the most despicable means, they often pointed at those foreign black gang members, loudly shouting in standard London accent: "Damn it, they are French too." Then, countless red-eyed fans rushed up and beat those poor compatriots brutally.

  After sending off the four Japanese, Kane led his men to start work. They carried thick steel bars and drove off-road jeeps wildly in the streets, wherever the "battle" was stuck, they rushed up and beat those outside gangsters fiercely. With the help of Kane's elite forces, Yichen's men shouted and almost defeated tens of thousands of outside gangsters within an hour.

  The ninjas of the Sakura faction also moved stealthily, and at the same time, hundreds of bats were excitedly flying over London, without exception, they all had a white mark tied to their left shoulder.

  The "mad dogs" led a group of people to get hooked, with thousands of younger brothers starting to attack everything they saw. Hundreds of people used large-caliber shotguns, and in the midst of the "boom boom" sound, a street full of fighting fans fled wildly. Incidentally, Hary also helped Scotland Yard a little bit...

  M's subordinate received the news of the fan riot, he just slightly furrowed his brow and didn't report to M. British fans almost always make some trouble after every match, it's nothing out of the ordinary. However, ten minutes later, this special agent team leader also came in anxiously, rushing into the dining hall, reporting in a low voice: "Boss, tens of thousands of fans have rioted because we lost the game and the people at Scotland Yard can't handle the situation. People from several other brother departments have already been dispatched, and the nearby military base has also been mobilized."

  M was taken aback, and subconsciously looked towards Yichun. Yichun's head happened to turn around, smiling as he discussed with Muxue whether chicken eggs or quail eggs tasted better. M asked his subordinate somewhat awkwardly: "What's the current situation?"

  The team leader asked the duty personnel at headquarters in a low voice, then smiled bitterly: "The situation is very bad. Those black gang members from outside who were being monitored by us are now being chased and beaten by tens of thousands of people everywhere. It seems like there is a very strong force behind the scenes stirring up trouble. The ambulances have already taken away over a thousand seriously injured people. They are extremely ruthless and also used weapons."

  Fen Hui and the other two were stunned, they understood that Yi Chen was taking advantage of the chaos to capture his own people.

  M slammed his fist on the dinner table, making Michelle let out a startled yelp and pat her chest, saying "Wow, I'm scared! What's wrong with you?" Dekula's menacing eyes immediately turned to M.

  M looked at Muxue with apologetic eyes, then coldly said to Yicheng: "Yi, tell your people to stop immediately."

  Yi Chen was overjoyed in her heart, but on her face, she wore an innocent expression, staring blankly at M and saying: "Auntie, what's going on? What made you angry? Don't worry, if your subordinates are inconvenient, I'll take care of that bastard for you... My subordinates? My subordinates are all behaving themselves watching the ball game, they didn't do anything. Besides, aren't they helping you gather information? They didn't do anything."

  He thought quickly: "Is it necessary to do this? Maybe he's just dealing with gangsters... No, that's impossible. These people were all invited by him, what does he want to do? According to his usual way of doing things, he would directly send someone to take out the leader of the gang, that's the simplest way. Moreover, he and the Italian Angetti family are allies, Stronach has just returned from Rome... So, he's not specifically targeting these gangs. He has another purpose... Ah, another purpose... Easy, let me see what you're trying to do."

  He slowly sat down, lost in thought and speechless.

  "Oh God, auntie, my subordinates are all law-abiding citizens, they're innocent, don't wrong them."

  Glen couldn't sit still any longer, he suddenly stood up: "Mr. Yi, what exactly happened?... Sorry, thank you very much for the dinner invitation, we will pass on your proposal to other bosses, but it's getting late, we need to head back to our city, Harvey, Finhus, are you guys leaving?"

  The two stood up and looked at Yidun for a long time before nodding and saying: "Mr. Yi, we're leaving too."

  Yi Chen said indifferently, "Well, have a good trip. The road isn't very peaceful, though. I hope you'll consider my proposal carefully. If it's delayed for too long, I might change my mind." Under the dinner table, Yi Chen heavily kicked both Sakura and Tang Hu.

  Sakura and Tonghu stood up immediately: "In that case, it's getting late too, Yi, we'll take our leave as well."

  Yi Chen smiled and stood up, saying kindly: "Oh, then, see you another day. I hope you're satisfied with today's dishes... Tiger, the chef is your man, if you're not satisfied, blame yourself! Come on, I'll send you out. Mr. Finhus, how did you feel today? This way please. Oh, Auntie, sorry, please wait a minute, I'll be right back."

  Yi Chen led the five people out with a strange smile, and Jester and Chekhov, who were smoking marijuana in the corner of the house, also followed out. M made a gesture, and those agents also began to act silently.

  A group of people with ulterior motives walked to the entrance of "Chinatown", where chaos had already spread, and the streets were filled with groups of people fighting and chasing each other, while a few scattered police officers were powerless in dispersing them, often becoming the first to be knocked to the ground.

  "Damn it! What the hell are they doing? Jester, get them out of here, damn it! I'm trying to see off my guests, can't they give me a bit of face?"

  Jester and Chekhov snickered a few times, then rushed out quickly. Chekhov let out a few strange whistling sounds from his mouth, and immediately, the subordinates who were arranged by Yichen to welcome Fen Hua's three people rushed out in a hurry, holding short sticks and beating up those who were fighting. Those who were mixed in the crowd with white cloth strips on their shoulders, Yichen's younger brothers gathered together one by one, coordinating with these brothers to beat up those ball fans. Taking advantage of the chaos, Tang Hu and Sakura smiled and led their subordinates out, getting into the car they came in and leaving in a hurry.

  And on that side, just one minute before Yichun went out, the Phil brothers had already ordered people to carry several coffins on the road and were caught up in the battle at this moment.

  Those agents didn't care about hiding anything anymore, loudly shouting into the intercom: "Three targets, a group of people carrying coffins, a batch of people riding in three black cars heading east, and a batch of people in four cars heading south. All units pay attention to surveillance and intercept the targets."

  Yi Chen smiled and watched as a large group of police rushed over, taking away his younger brother and the soccer hooligans, then smiled again as Phil and the others collided with another group of people who had rushed out of the building across the street. Unfortunately, this group was also carrying several coffins that looked exactly alike. The heavy coffins fell to the ground, getting mixed up together. Phil and the others hastily picked one up and ran off, while more than 30 dark shadows emerged from the shadows on both sides of the street and gave chase.

  "Oh God, what a chaotic night."

  As soon as the words fell, a huge roar came from afar, and a massive fire cloud emerged from that direction. Yi Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled gloomily: "Damn it, the people of 'Wandering Soul Group' really know how to seize the opportunity, huh, this is going to be fun..."

  Yi Chen said with a smile: "Three of you, I won't see you off far, do you all have the confidence to return safely to your own territory? If not, you can stay here."

  Three gang leaders snorted in annoyance, took their men and left, pulling out the handguns from their hands. They jumped into a car and drove away recklessly.

  "Good heavens, good heavens!" exclaimed Easy, grasping David. "Look here, as a law-abiding citizen, I'm reporting that I've discovered a gang of people wielding deadly weapons and drag racing on the streets at night."

  David's throat made a few 'gurgling' sounds, almost fainting. The other agents were speechless, unable to utter another word. Yi Chen muttered: "Oh? So you guys don't care about these things? Alright, I'll go up and accompany my aunt." Yi Chen smiled slyly and walked upstairs alone. Meanwhile, on the street behind, Jester and Chekhov were beating up two Scottish Yard policemen, while other police officers were busy chasing after other football fans, not even bothering to rescue their own comrades.

  David and his team of senior agents just stood twenty meters away, watching the guardians of these countries being beaten up, without any intention of stepping forward to help. This scene was indeed extremely bizarre... The 'Wandering Soul Group' seemed to have launched a full-scale operation, with police sirens blaring all over London, as if countless people were looting the vaults of all major banks, while explosions were also erupting one after another, incessantly.

  Yi Chen returned to the dining hall and found Dekula questioning Michelle, while Feili led Sally in directing the black men to collect dishes and so on. M stood by the window, gazing at the dozen or so explosion sites.

  Yi Chen smiled and walked away, saying in a strange tone: "Auntie, don't worry, everyone knows that British football hooligans are very fierce, they're used to it, no one will be surprised. They won't cause too much damage, just breaking a few things."

  "Then, dear Yi, where is the person I want?"

  Yi Chen said with a strange tone: "People? What people? Oh... Do you want some slaves? Although I don't do human trafficking, but as long as you speak up, I can provide you with the most obedient servants in this world. Do you want them from Africa or South America? Or Southeast Asia?"

  Glaring at Yichun with annoyance, he said viciously: "That Chinese guy."

  Yi Chen struck a pose and solemnly said: "I am also Chinese, are you asking me?"

  M pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "I'm M. I think Chinatown needs some tax officials."

  Yi Chen hastily grabbed her phone and said with a smile: "Dear aunt, don't be like this, it will damage our relationship. Oh, right, that Chinese kid who was shot four times, I've already sent people to find him, he'll be brought over soon, really."

  "Bring it over right away?"

  Yi Chen raised his right hand and solemnly said, "Of course, I swear that my man has found him and will bring him over immediately. Of course, the road is not calm, they need a little time."

  M said: "Three minutes, I want to see that kid."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow: "One hour."

  M snatched the phone back and was about to give new orders, but Yī Chén hastily raised his hand in surrender: "OK, OK, three minutes... Sally, go and hurry up those incompetent bastards, tell them to get the person up here quickly. No, just hand them over to the special agents downstairs, don't dirty our carpet."

  Sally walked out and less than two minutes later, M received David's report: "Boss, they sent three people in coffins, what should we do?"

  The faint voice gave an order: "Send him back to headquarters, I'll be right there."

  Yi Chen warmly persuaded her: "Oh, don't go, Auntie, won't you stay here with me for a few more days?"

  M laughed and looked at Yidun with a cold expression: "Yi, I helped you deal with those three idiots today, but do you really want to acknowledge me as your aunt? It's strange, we have a relationship, but no feelings. I hope the person you handed over to me is real."

  He said with a smile: "I guarantee, absolutely true."

  He nodded slightly: "So, goodbye. The meal you prepared is not bad, but unfortunately, I had a confusing meal. What did you invite me for?"

  Looking at M's back, Yichun smiled evilly and said: "Didn't I bring you the person you've been looking for? It's really sad, I even found three more people."

  Ma Meng suddenly turned around: "Have you found four?"

  Yi Chen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I asked them to send it over... wasn't it four?"

  He thought for a moment, sneered a few times, and walked away with big strides.

  Fei Li leaned in and asked him in a low voice: "Boss, what are you playing at? M is very clever, it's rare to get past her."

  Yi Chen smiled and said, "It's okay, baby, what can she do to me even if she's clever? Tonight's incident will definitely shock the world again, they can't do anything to us... Oh, by the way, have our stocks been sold?" Yi Chen changed the subject.

  Felicity hastily nodded: "Yes, it's okay, no financial loss."

  Yi Chen stroked his chin: "It's strange, the New York Stock Exchange has collapsed, why hasn't there been a big turmoil in the world economy?"

  Deacula raised his head and said disdainfully, "Young man, you need to learn more. In recent years, the world's economic focus has shifted to China in Asia. New York is finished, it will have an impact, but under the full protection of most countries, it won't cause an economic crisis... You dare to call yourself a businessman? Is there such a muddled businessman like you?"

  "My business doesn't need any costs, who cares which place is the financial center?"

  After thinking for half a day, Yi Chen couldn't help but laugh: "I really don't know what M will do after receiving the report from his subordinate... Hehe... Hmm, Fei Li, illegal workers will be sent back to their home country quickly, right?"

  Fēi lì nodded: "Yes."

  Yi Chen smiled contentedly: "So, our little friend can take a free plane ride home... Oh, Aunt M, I'm really sorry to trouble you again..."

  Just as Yi Chen was crying like a cat in the dust, a large number of special agents had already surrounded Phil and his group, looking at them strangely for carrying coffins around in the middle of the night. Similarly, behind Sakura's and Tang Hu's convoy, more than ten cars were closely following, making no attempt to conceal their actions. Sakura and Tang Hu made the same decision, ordering the car to pull over to the side of the road, then looking back at the convoy with provocative eyes.

  The riot in London city was gradually calmed down under the suppression of a large number of special agents and troops. The little brothers of Yi Chen threw away their weapons and slipped back to their nests to sleep with relish. In the streets, thousands of foreign black gang members were left with broken heads and blood flowing, almost dying, one by one weakly crying out for help. London's transportation department also urgently mobilized, using planes and trains through the Channel Tunnel, to send away the French fans as soon as possible.

  Tonight, apart from M having a headache, the biggest heartache is probably for those big shots at the English Football Association, as one fine after another is about to fly into their hands.