Turmoil

  Standing at the entrance of "China Town", Yi Chen stretched lazily and muttered: "It's still more comfortable on one's own turf, this road is even more comfortable than New York... But if there weren't so many vampires following behind me, it would be absolutely perfect."

  Then, Yi Chen let out his second sigh: "Damn it, if there weren't a bunch of special agents guarding the door at home, it would be even more perfect." Seeing the dozen or so black-clad men standing at the door, Yi Chen helplessly said to Phil: "Phil, when we were in New York, the people at home shouldn't have caused any trouble, right? Hmm? Those bastards from the Charley gang, I hope they haven't gotten me into big trouble."

  Phil shook his head in puzzlement: "Boss, I didn't hear any wind, nothing should happen. Shall I go find Charlie and the others? They should come over to pay their respects."

  Yi Chen nodded lightly, put on a smile, walked to the door in big strides, and smiled at the dozen or so special agents: "Ah ha, gentlemen, good afternoon, nice weather, huh?"

  A robust man nodded and said coldly: "Mr. Yi? Our boss has something to see you about."

  "Ah? Your boss is..."

  A voice came from inside the gate: "Yi, you must understand, if someone has come to find you with interest, it could only be me. Long time no see, I really do miss you."

  Yi Chen revealed a bitter smile: "Dear old grandmother, you honor me with your presence, I am not worthy of the honor. But don't you think that your subordinates standing at my gate have scared away all my customers? I'm just a small businessman, my capital is not very sufficient. If you do this, how can I support my subordinates and my Philibert?" While chatting, Yi Chen walked in.

  He unexpectedly moved a chair and sat in the small corridor at the entrance, staring intently at Yidun, saying in a low voice: "Enough, Yi. Your 'elite' guests will not arrive until 21:00 tonight at the earliest. I won't affect your business for now... I have a little problem to discuss with you."

  "Hurry up, dear old grandmother, I've been law-abiding recently, I absolutely haven't violated any British laws... Moreover, didn't you promise me? You won't hold me responsible for anything as long as I'm not too excessive."

  M stood up, looking at Yichun with a bit of amusement: "Oh? Dear, you've always been law-abiding? Of course, you're wildly breaking American laws, but that has nothing to do with me, really... And I absolutely keep my promises, when you snuck back from America, didn't I not catch you?"

  "Damn it, my passport was lost in the hotel and then destroyed. Don't I want to fly back? Oh, what a terrible thing, New York was hit by a nuclear attack, how scary, I almost got killed."

  He glared at him fiercely: "Nonsense, I also received intelligence about what happened in New York. Nuclear attack? Do you think I'm a kindergarten kid? I don't care why you had to sneak back on a cargo ship, but... who are they?"

  An agent stretched out his hand to block him, but the Grand Duke roughly pushed him away. Dracula walked up with big strides and said coldly: "Erie, is this how you treat your guests? You made me stand on the road at the gate for three minutes, is this what a friend should do?"

  Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders and pointed at M, saying: " Dekula, Dekula, sorry, but this respected old lady, I dare not offend."

  "Move, little girl," Deacula snorted, pushing M's shoulder and swaggering into the room with him. Deacula hadn't used much force, but M had almost been pushed flying out of the way, stumbling backward a step in embarrassment to lean against the corridor wall.

  Those agents were unhappy, their boss being treated like that? With a swish, they almost simultaneously drew out their handguns. Dekula suddenly turned his head, a hint of a sneer at the corner of his mouth. M frowned and shook his head: "Gentlemen, calm down, calm down, what are you doing? This gentleman, you're too rude, is this something a gentleman should do? You even have the nerve to accuse others of being impolite?" The agents heard this and angrily put their handguns away.

  "Deacula rolled his eyes and muttered: 'I've never been polite to food.'"

  Yi Chen was afraid that Dekula would say something even more embarrassing, so he made a sharp gesture and Phil and Goll brought Dekula in. Meanwhile, Yi Chen hastily apologized to M: "Sorry, dear old grandmother, this guy's brain is a bit abnormal, which means his way of thinking is different from normal humans, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

  "Mm-hmm," he nodded, shaking his head and saying: "Of course not, why would I be angry? Of course, maybe I should investigate him thoroughly, huh? A friend who can make you so cautious, I'm always interested in that kind of person."

  "Better not do this, or you will regret it in the end. The lives of your subordinates are precious, out of respect for life, I strongly advise against investigating his background."

  M looked at Yidun in surprise, nodding slightly, and suddenly changed the subject: "Yi, is this how you welcome guests? I know you arrived an hour before me from London, are you going to let me stand at the door and talk to you? And what about your subordinates, are they just going to stand there too?"

  Yi Chen chuckled and beckoned, leading M and a group of special agents upstairs. Chikov stayed behind, watching as the agents were led away, then whispered to one of Fil's subordinates: "Hey, brother, did those guys drive here? Where are their cars parked? Get some young punks to let the air out of their tires for me."

  The black giant, who had been holding in his anger for a long time, nodded repeatedly and left with a strange smile. Chekhov triumphantly pulled out a cigar, put it in his mouth, and swaggered upstairs.

  Mishael, who had just entered the living room door, immediately jumped up and bounced onto the sofa five meters away. After jumping heavily a few times, she lay down contentedly and sighed, saying: "Oh, I'm really tired. Don't disturb me, I need to rest..."

  Yi Chen's eyeballs almost popped out, and she secretly glanced at M, asking in her heart for the ancestors of Mi Xue Er. M saw Mi Xue Er's amazing jumping ability, but she pretended not to see anything and sat directly on the nearest sofa.

  "Phil came in and reported in a low voice: 'Boss, Count Dracula has been settled, they are all in the guest rooms upstairs.'"

  "Take good care of them, don't let them cause any trouble... Remember to keep a close eye on them, I don't want our 'Chinatown' to become the source of vampire rumors, got it?" Phil nodded and left.

  Yì Chén smiled and sat down beside M, intentionally sitting less than thirty centimeters away. Fēi Lì habitually leaned on Yì Chén's shoulder, M looked at the two of them, shook his head helplessly and said: "Yì, a few questions."

  Yi Chen said with a sly smile: "I just got back, I don't know the answer."

  Staring at him: "This is your territory, isn't it? So, even if you just returned from the US, some news should have reached your ears, shouldn't it?"

  "Alright, alright, dear grandmother," Yì Chén furrowed his brow. "To be honest, London has been quiet lately, I don't know what's worth your personal attention. You should focus on national affairs, not hang out with people like me every day. Frankly, if you're too close to me, others will get suspicious...like Fei Li, she strictly forbids me from contacting any other women."

  M's face lengthened, staring fiercely at Yichun, not speaking for a long time. Feili smiled and stroked Yichun's cheek, giggling: "Don't worry, boss, um, M madam's age can be our grandmother, I won't be jealous of her."

  Chekhov burst out laughing, not giving M any face, and Jest kicked him out with a single kick. Then he slipped onto the sofa like a snake, lay down, and continued to smoke marijuana in front of M.

  He clenched his teeth and didn't let out a breath for a long time, shaking his head and saying: "Yi, what you said earlier was wrong, London has not been quiet recently."

  "London has been as quiet as a sleeping baby for me these past few days, no wind, no waves. In short, I haven't received any intelligence that you might be interested in."

  He said to himself, "Oh? Is that so? A batch of high-end cars mysteriously appeared in Liverpool, is this a big deal or not? Hmm? Things have already started, and you will be rich in the future, Yi."

  Yi Chen chuckled a few times: "So, please instruct me. Is there anything I can help you with? I'll definitely do it, I swear." Yi Chen thought to himself: "Damn it, you guys are too nosy! That batch of cars just arrived at the dock and you already have intel?"

  Chekhov slipped in unnoticed, saw that no one was paying attention to him, looked around uninterestedly and sat down next to Zhest.

  Yi Chen lightly patted Feili, and Feili knowingly walked out to greet Sally to prepare drinks and so on. Phil and Goll brothers were also greeting De Kula's group of old monsters who couldn't afford to offend, and could only ask Sally to work harder.

  "Really? You can really help me deal with this little trouble?"

  Yi Chen hastily nodded and swore, "In the name of the Emperor above, I swear that whatever you ask me to do, I will definitely go all out, of course, as long as it doesn't harm my interests, otherwise there's nothing to discuss."

  "M nodded: 'So, find me a person, a young Chinese man, about 25 years old, short hair, about 180 cm tall, with three or four gunshot wounds on his body. Find him and hand him over to me.' M's eyes were deep and mysterious as he stared at Yichen, his expression unreadable."

  Yi Chen was taken aback: "Looking for someone? What's wrong with him, did he commit a crime or something? Three gunshot wounds? Maybe he's already dead in some ditch somewhere. You should be monitoring all the clinics and whatnot, what can I do to help?" Yi Chen really didn't want to get involved, it was probably just some internal affair of their intelligence circle, why bother getting mixed up in it?

  He lightly stretched out his right index finger, shook it back and forth, and said: "Help me find him, or else I'll use my connections to seal up that batch of cars. Hmm? That batch of cars is quite good, and I'm very interested..."

  Yi Chen took the wine cup handed over by Fei Li, nodded at M and drank it all in one gulp, then asked: "Who is he?"

  M shook his head, thanked Fei Li, took a sip of wine and said: "It doesn't matter who he is, but you have to help me find him. It's been three days since this happened, if you don't find that kid soon, he might really be dead. A dead man is useless to me, I need him alive."

  Chekhov said venomously beside him: "I thought you could make the dead speak."

  "Mr. Chekhov, your buttocks... are they all right now?"

  Chekhov gritted his teeth and stared at M, his eyes rolling back and forth, unsure what idea had occurred to him.

  Yi Chen tossed the wine glass in the air, spinning it lightly between his fingers before leaning back against the sofa and saying in a low voice, "I find him, then hand him over to you? Hmm? You won't bother me with trivial matters anymore?"

  M nodded: "That's right, find him and hand him over to me. Then you can continue making money. I'm not interested in smuggling cars, that's another department's business. If they can't find anything, I don't have the obligation to remind them, do I?"

  He hastily nodded: "Of course, of course... I am a law-abiding citizen, so I will definitely cooperate with the law enforcement agencies of the British Empire."

  M couldn't help but smile: "Yi, you can give yourself any title you want, but please don't say you're a law-abiding citizen, okay? If you can be considered a rule-abiding good person, then there wouldn't be wars in the whole world."

  Yi Chen chuckled a few times, then issued the order to withdraw: "So, I won't waste your time anymore... Elderly lady, your time is precious, and I shouldn't occupy too much of it... You should strive to serve the public, rather than wasting your life here with me."

  M remained still as a mountain, and abruptly lifted his second leg, looking at Yidun, and said bluntly: "Yi, that is a Chinese person."

  Yi Chen looked at her strangely: "What's the big deal? You want to catch him, I'll hand him over to you, it's just a transaction, I'm not interested in the identity of the transaction object."

  He looked at Yi Chen deeply: "I thought you had a close relationship with someone, it seems I was wrong."

  Yi Chen's eyes flickered, and he quickly said: "I've always been careful not to get myself into some kind of dangerous whirlpool, so you don't have to worry that I'll be involved with certain lawless elements, huh?"

  Smiling and nodding, he said lightly: "So, there's one more small thing. Your security company's subordinates caught over a dozen useless people who snuck in by climbing the wall at midnight, and it seems they used some pretty inhumane methods to deal with them. You might want to order their release, or else you'll be in big trouble."

  Yi Chen quickly glanced at Cain standing beside him, and Cain hastily shook his head, indicating that he didn't know anything about the matter.

  Yi Chen asked M: "Who are the people being caught? What's going on? Won't you go in and rescue them? Hmm?"

  He stood up with a smile: "Oh, that group of idiots are soldiers from a special forces unit. They used the 'Black Magic' security company as a training tool, but were caught by your patrolling subordinates. This happened last night, and perhaps your subordinates are busy teaching them a lesson, so they didn't notify you. Of course, I'm not in a position to say anything about this, nor can I say who's right or wrong. However, it would be best if you released them as soon as possible, otherwise... Thank you for the wine, Easy. Remember, find that young man for me and make sure he appears before me alive."

  Yi Chen slightly raised his hand: "As you wish, old grandmother... I will definitely do it... Kayn, you go to the 'Black Magic' base immediately and take a look at what those sons of bitches are doing. If they're still alive, throw them out for me; if they're dead, destroy their corpses, don't give me any trouble."

  "Open your eyes wide: 'Yi, you should pay attention, you are discussing some illegal things in front of me.'"

  Yi Chen glanced at her: "Forget it, old ancestor, do you care about the lives of a few idiots?"

  He shook his head firmly: "That bastard? I don't care, but you shouldn't say that in front of me."

  Yi Chen stood up: "What's the difference? You know, anyway, the final result is like this. I'm a straightforward person, I've never hidden anything." Yi Chen showed a strange smile and looked at M, who shook his head helplessly and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to follow him down. Chekhov eagerly came up: "Ah ha, dear Director, let me see you off. Oh, boss, don't bother moving, I'll take care of sending the respected old lady down."

  M nodded and gestured to Yichun, then led the way down. She was secretly amused - Chekhov sent me, what are you going to do?

  Yi Chen looked at Chekhov strangely as he sent M into the elevator, saying in a low voice: "You guys say, what is Chekhov going to do? Duel with M?"

  " Him? I think he'd poison M's wine, but he'll never confront him face to face. Chekhov is a scoundrel and will never become a knight."

  Michelle, who was lying on the couch over there, shouted: "Jester, shut up and don't disturb me."

  Jie Si was taken aback and shouted loudly: "Little girl, wasn't the boss's voice louder just now?"

  "But he's rich, you know? He bought me lots of things. Hmph, now I can speak loudly, you can't."

  Yi Chen rolled her eyes... Can vampires be bought off so easily?

  Chekhov escorted M to the gate, grinning and bowing his head: "Ah, you're off, heh heh, have a smooth journey."

  Looking at him, he said in a low voice: "Of course, Chekhov, why would I get into trouble? Hmm?"

  The sound of wooden sandals echoed, and a figure clad in a bright red samurai uniform, Sakura, walked over from across the street with several subordinates. Upon seeing Chekhov, Sakura smiled happily: "I told you so, Mr. Yi would return within these few days... Ah, Mr. Chekhov! How long has Mr. Yi been back?"

  "Ahah, Mr. Sakura, I've long admired your great name... Hehe... The boss just got home less than half an hour ago, but a crazy old lady came to the door, we don't want to bother with her." Chikov's only reason for fawning on Sakura was that Sakura brought in a lot of cash; otherwise, Chikov wouldn't have bothered with him.

  Sakura looked at M with a curious expression, nodded slightly and brushed past him. M said in a low voice: "Young man, don't overdo it, if you harm the fundamental interests of Britain, I won't let you off."

  Sakura's head turned, a flash of killing intent in her eyes, smiling and saying: "Old lady, what are you talking about? I don't understand... I came to visit Mr. Yi, could it be that a courtesy visit between friends would harm the interests of England? Then England is too fragile... Ah, by the way, who are you?

  "M said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter who I am, young man. What matters is that I know what you've done, what you're doing, and what kind of person you are. Got it? It seems we still have some accounts to settle slowly."

  Sakura's face changed slightly, and she lightly stroked the hilt of the 'Killing Moon' sword hanging at her waist, gave a cold laugh, and walked in with big strides.

  Chekhov tossed the hemp cigarette carelessly and shouted: "Old lady, I don't have time to play with you, bye... I'm going to accompany the rich master, damn it, why should I waste my time on you?" Chekhov, who was originally ready to watch the show, saw Sakura coming over and didn't bother to fool around with M anymore, rushing in hastily.

  M shook her head, leading her subordinates to their cars on the other side of the road. Then, she was shocked and furious to see that all four tires of their cars had been slashed, while the three agents who had stayed behind were just walking out of a small alley.

  "Hey, you three idiots! What have you been doing?! Look, look, sir, is this how you carry out your tasks?! This time it's just a punctured tire, what about next time? Are you telling me that next time it won't be possible for a bomb to be placed on my car?!"

  Three agents looked at M with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, still trying to process what had just happened. A group of thugs had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, snatching their miniature earpieces and other equipment from them. The agents had given chase, teaching the thugs a lesson, but by the time they returned, feeling pleased with themselves, this unexpected turn of events had occurred. Of course, they were unaware that the thugs they had just beaten up were now collecting a reward from a large black man.

  She slammed her fist heavily on the car door, now understanding why Chekhov had been so eager to send them off, it turned out he just wanted to watch the show.

  Next to ten meters away, Mr. Zhang, who was wearing a big hat and covering his entire face, was gleefully watching M's embarrassment, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. He originally came to ask for Yi Chen's help, but unexpectedly watched this whole scene from start to finish, it was really worth the ticket price.