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  As M's subordinates drove over a few cars to take him away, several emergency repair vehicles arrived and towed away the four cars with flat tires. After a good few minutes, Zhang strolled towards the entrance of Chinatown and said to the doorman: "I'm a friend of your boss Yi, is he at home?"

  The big Han looked him up and down, shook his head and said: "Sorry, sir, the boss doesn't meet with people who hide their heads and faces. Maybe you should tell me your name, and I'll go ask the boss, maybe you have a good reason, but your getup makes us very uneasy."

  Zhang chuckled in a low voice: "Sorry, I really had no choice. Well, let's just say Zhang came to find him."

  The big man nodded and beckoned a companion over. The two of them whispered to each other for a few sentences, then the second big man hastily went inside.

  Yi Chen was busy entertaining Sakura while chasing away Miroku and Jyest, who had already escalated from verbal clashes to pointing fingers at each other, on the verge of physical confrontation. Yi Chen chuckled and said: "Sakura, it's been a long time since we last met, your plan has finally begun, what great news! How about those old guys, are they still cooperating?"

  Sakura nodded, smiled lightly, picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip, with a smile that hinted at schadenfreude, saying: "Easy, of course, thanks to your connection, future business is no problem, the team leader is organizing more and bigger cargo sources in Japan... And there's one more thing I want to thank you for, haha, New York things, hehe."

  "Oh my god, New York? New York is too scary, I'll never go to America again." Yi Chen thought to himself: "This is the truth, no matter what, I will never go to America again, they must have me on their blacklist."

  Sakura nodded: "Yes, the New York thing, really unfortunate. If you hadn't reminded us to take a step ahead, we might have also been hurt inside. Those fools who opposed us Lin, they lost a large number of good hands. I think it's hard for them to compete with us for the chrysanthemum rights in the future, hum... Of course, without their share, our profits will be even greater."

  Yi Chen immediately started to stir up trouble: "If that's the case, why not get rid of them completely? If, if this Chrysanthemum organization you're talking about only has the Lin family, then can't we monopolize all the profits?"

  Sakura took a deep breath, tilted her head and blinked her eyes, then nodded heavily: "Yes, why not? Hmm..." She fell into thought.

  Yi Chen's smile rose, and he carefully poured a full cup of wine into Sakura's cup. At this moment, the messenger came up: "Boss, there is a self-proclaimed Zhang guy who wants to see you. Do you want to see him?"

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment, today is really lively, M this old guy just left, and Zhang came running over again, what's going on? Is it all related to that young man? After turning his mind around for a bit, Yi Chen instructed: "Fēi Lì, go take a look at how Fēi ěr and the others are doing, they'd best not always be with Dé Kù Lā and the others, otherwise there will be trouble sooner or later... Call Mì Xuě to deal with Dé Kù Lā, and also stir up some trouble for these old men, so they don't do something I don't want to see. Hmm, call Fēi ěr brothers over to entertain Yīng, I'll go see what Zhang is up to."

  Yi Chen pointed at the big Han who delivered the message and said: "Dear, please go to the secret room underground, understand?"

  "Yes, boss, I'll go right away."

  Three minutes later, Yi Chen finished what he had to do and walked alone into the underground secret room, then locked the heavy iron door. Zhang had already taken off his hat and was sitting at the conference table smoking a cigarette. Seeing Yi Chen, he nodded and said: "Yi, this place is not bad, very secretive."

  Yi Chen sat down casually across from Zhang, looked him up and down, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you? There are bloodshot eyes, is there some trouble recently? Or does that old man Lao Na not want to cooperate with you? You should have given him a lot of benefits, right? And based on my understanding of them, as long as you give them benefits, they're more obedient than dogs. At most, they're a particularly noble dog."

  Zhang blew out a few smoke rings and said in a low voice, "Xiuna? Oh, that old man who is about to become the official prime minister... Hmm, our relationship with them is not bad, but it's not this issue, it's something else. What did that old woman M come looking for you for just now?"

  Yi Chen snapped his fingers, walked to the wine rack in the corner of the house, pulled out a bottle of red wine, grabbed two cups with one hand, sat down on the chair beside Zhang, and then poured a cup for each of them, saying: "Please, this is good wine."

  "Zhang continued with the previous question: 'What did that old lady say to you, huh? Ah, Yi, dear Mr. Yi, lifelong Baron of the British Empire Mr. Yi, famous figure in London Mr. Yi, don't tell me you didn't hear what M said to you.'"

  Yi Chen put down the wine bottle, picked up his cup, gently swirled the liquid inside and took a sip. Suddenly, he burst out laughing and said: "If M gets addicted to drugs and comes to me to buy marijuana, do you believe it?"

  Zhang glared at Yi Chen with a fierce gaze, muttering: "Unless I'm an idiot... M might be a drug addict, I'd rather believe that, but she didn't need to find you to buy drugs, if she needed them, her subordinates would have fawned all over her already."

  Yi Chen tapped the rim of his cup and asked Zhang, "That young man, huh? According to what M told me, short hair, about 180 centimeters tall. Is he very important? He was shot three or four times, probably already dead. M didn't even tell me when he got injured, if it was half a year ago, he's probably just a skeleton now."

  Zhang Changchang took a deep breath and slowly said: "She came looking for you, also because of this matter?"

  Yi Chen nodded, downing the wine in his cup in one gulp, and muttered: "What's wrong with you guys? Is that young man made of white gold or something? Why are you all so tense?"

  "Three days ago, one of our men carried out a small task and then lost contact with us. The British are looking for him, but we have to bring him back, understand?"

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment: "What task? Oh, never mind, let's just pretend I didn't ask..."

  "Look, Yi Chen," Zhang said quietly. "Help us find him. He can't have left London. He must still be somewhere in the city. But the British have tightened their security and he can't move around or even contact us. So we have no choice but to ask you. Find him, rescue him, and send him back to China."

  Yi Chen said in a low voice: "A person must keep his credit."

  Zhang nodded: "Yes, I agree with this sentence, but... didn't I ask you to break your promise?"

  "Hey, why didn't you come to me sooner? I've already promised M that I'd help the old lady find that kid, and then she won't interfere with my business. Got it? This cargo is worth a fortune."

  Zhang smiled wryly: "You haven't even returned to London yet, and M is already guarding the gate. Do I dare come in?"

  "Then what do you want me to do? Help you find him? Oh dear, it's really a troublesome thing."

  Zhang Chen said: "He is very important, understand? Easy."

  Yi Chen said in a low voice: "Helping you has no benefits, and at least M won't interfere with my business."

  Zhang was stunned for half a day, muttering: "Yi... you."

  "Shut up, I'm thinking of how to help you without affecting my business. Damn it, what a pain in the ass, that idiot from Yamaguchi-gumi... Why did M have to find out? And what's in it for me, huh? If there's no benefit, I'd rather not bother and just ignore everyone."

  Zhang's heart relaxed, and he didn't care about Yi Chen's business problems. He smiled and took a sip of wine, puffed on his cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and said: "Well, there are certainly benefits, I know it's not possible to let you work for nothing. But what kind of benefits do you want?"

  Yi Chen sank into thought for a moment, then smiled slyly: "How about this, you owe me one?"

  Zhang was stunned and shook his head repeatedly: "No, I've never owed anyone a favor. It's better to clarify things face-to-face."

  "So, there's no room for negotiation... Think about it, that young man you're so anxious about, his mother is probably waiting to be rescued in some ditch somewhere, and even if he was Superman, three days have passed, three days! He'd be dead from blood loss by now... Not to mention the secrets he's hiding. I'm not one to pry into others' private lives, but come on, you tell me... I won't ask why this guy is so important to you, but at least tell me, do you owe me an explanation?"

  Zhang bit his lip and thought for a minute, then nodded heavily with a 'bitter and resentful' expression.

  Yi Chen cheered and filled two large cups with wine, saying loudly: "So, let's drink to it! Don't worry, as long as he is still in London, as long as he hasn't died yet, I should be able to bring him back for you."

  Zhang downed the wine in his cup, saying in a low voice: "It's easy to get rid of her quickly. But you have to think of a way to deal with M, she's not easy to negotiate with. Be careful, her revenge will make you fall hard."

  Yi Chen smiled wryly: "It's okay, I've already thought of how to deal with this matter. M is absolutely not a good man, but neither am I a gentleman... I swore in the name of God just now, what is God? I won't keep the oath I made earlier."

  Yi Chen rushed towards the door of the secret room, pulled open the door with one hand, and turned back to shout: "Are you waiting for news here? Or it's better not to go out, I'm afraid M's people are still nearby... There is a rest room next door, of course. If you really want to leave, there is a secret passage that can be used."

  "I'll wait for your news here, please hurry up, my people can't move now, understand? Please hurry up a bit."

  Yi Chen nodded and rushed forward, shouting loudly: "Phil, Phil, get Charley and the others to come here, I have something for these little bastards to do."

  While Yì Chén was haggling with Zhang on the other side, Cain had already brought a few people to rush to the base of the "Black Magic" company. They happened to see more than 30 big men wearing black pants and black tank tops surrounding the entrance, and more than 40 soldiers from the "Black Magic" company were confronting them, with both sides looking very angry and on the verge of a clash.

  Cain caught sight of Stronheim standing inside the gate with a few men, whispering something in low tones. Cain grunted and floored it, charging straight at the gate. The black-clad thugs heard the roar of the engine behind them and quickly scattered to either side as Cain recklessly drove through, smashing into the two off-road jeeps that Stronheim's men had arrived in, sending fragments flying everywhere.

  The soldiers of the "Black Devil" cheered and quickly formed a queue at the door. Stronheim also came forward with several subordinates, taking big strides. Kane jumped out of the car lightly, glared at those black-clad men, and bellowed in a deep voice: "Get lost, or I'll break your legs... Or would you rather have your necks twisted off?"

  The men in black changed their faces, they were used to being tyrannical in their own military base, when did they encounter such an impolite treatment? They rushed towards the gate with a whoosh.

  "Colonel, what shall we do?" Strüngen asked Kein.

  "Son of a bitch, beat him to death, son of a bitch... We're a legitimate company, they dare to rush in and look for death. Alright, let's retreat a bit."

  The soldiers of the "Black Devil" retreated in disarray, and those big men in black clothes saw that they were retreating, immediately chased after them, and suddenly rushed into the Black Devil's base. Cain shouted: "Brothers, give me a good beating!" A punch flew over, and the first big man's neck made a 'crack' sound, and he flew out seven or eight meters. Fortunately, Cain's subordinates showed mercy and didn't use much force, but this guy would at least have to stay in the hospital for half a year.

  The 'Black Devil' people shouted loudly and welcomed them, and more than 100 people rushed out of the base, but they still had some demeanor and did not surround them to beat them up together. Instead, they surrounded the war group, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in a frenzy.

  Kane was awesome, with a pair of big fists flying left and right, followed by a batch of 'black magic' soldiers who were like mad tigers. The scene inside was filled with the sound of fists and bodies colliding. There were too many people, packed in too tightly, so all that martial arts stuff became useless. It just came down to who had more strength, and whose skin was thick enough to withstand a few more punches.

  Cain was having a great time, shouting loudly with every punch, and almost every one of them sent someone flying. He was very careful though, basically just using his strength to send people flying without killing anyone with a single punch. Occasionally when two people were tangled up together, Cain would kick one of the opponents in the chest, and then the 'Black Magic' soldiers would immediately follow up with several punches to the opponent's face.

  Those soldiers who were knocked flying by Cain were the unlucky ones, they stumbled and fell into the crowd of onlooking soldiers, immediately countless hobnail boots trampled over them, occasionally with a few beer bottles bursting open on their heads, followed by being tightly grabbed by four limbs, a loud whoosh as they were thrown high up in the air, falling from 7-8 meters high to be smashed half to death.

  In less than five minutes, all these big men who came to the door looking for trouble were knocked down, one by one, lying on the ground and groaning.

  Cain let out a triumphant roar and stepped on the head of a burly man, loudly demanding: "Who is your leader?"

  That guy started cursing wildly: "What officer? We're here to take people, some of our brothers were caught by your people on the street and won't let go. Damn it, if you don't hand over the person, we'll call the police. You bastards are bullying us with your numbers, aren't you? If you have the guts, release me, I'll gather 300 people to fight against you one-on-one."

  Kane sneered and stomped his foot heavily: "I know you're special forces, you think we're a security company that can be bullied at will, right? Your people use our company as a testing ground, right? You've probably set up several target points within our base, right? Damn it, your people didn't work out and were caught by my subordinates. I'm Kain, I never give enemies a chance to turn the tables."

  Cain instinctively reached for his own gun, but Stronheim rushed over and grabbed Cain's hand, saying in a low voice: "Colonel, they're not enemies, just rivals. If you kill them, it'll cause trouble for the boss. You said... they're from some special forces unit? But they keep saying they're from some gang, here to get back their comrades who were caught stealing from us."

  Cain was stunned for a moment, and then he kicked the poor devil's belly again with all his might, kicking him to cry out in pain and roll over several times. Cain asked in a low voice: "Are those guys who were caught dead? Damn it, they are soldiers, can't you see their tactics?"

  Schtroungen said in a low voice, "The brothers use them as practice targets. Every day, more than 20 brothers take turns to exchange blows with them. They're almost beaten into sandbags... Don't they feel humiliated? Why don't they fight back when they're being beaten?"

  Kane recalled Yi Chen's orders, shook his head and said: "Never mind all that, the boss said if they're not dead yet, throw them out, if they're dead, take care of these guys together. Hmm, throw them all out."

  Stroheim nodded, and the 'Black Magic' soldiers immediately ran away with more than 20 people. Less than three minutes later, several jeeps rushed over, and thirteen bloody, bruised men were thrown out from above. Kane waved his hand: "Brothers, throw them out of the gate, then report to Scotland Yard, saying that gang members came to our place to make trouble, we drove them away, and ask them to come and deal with it."

  Following Yichen for so long, Cain finally learned a little bit of evil moves.

  The 'Black Magic' soldiers rushed up, laughing and kicking, and the two of them served one after another. As for Strutten, he had already dialed the police phone number: "Yes, a group of thugs came to our place to provoke us, we drove them away, now they are still gathering near the gate, yes, please come and deal with it as soon as possible... um, the address is..."

  The efficiency of the Scottish field is still good, especially those high-ranking police officers who have financial dealings with Yidun know that something has happened to Yidun's field, and they are not desperate? In less than ten minutes, more than 20 police cars rushed over, and these policemen jumped out of the car quickly, then stared at the strange scene in front of them.

  When Stron reported the case, he made it sound so urgent that it seemed like the "Black Magic" company had been attacked and was powerless to fight back. But now, looking at the situation, it seems that the "Black Magic" company is actually bullying others. Dozens of big men are lying on the ground moaning in pain, while the people from the "Black Magic" company are standing neatly inside the gate watching the commotion.

  Cain stepped forward, nodding to the officer in charge and saying, "Sorry, it was them. They burst into our company's base, we resisted a bit, maybe... You should call a few ambulances? They don't look very good, we were too angry, so we used a bit more force than necessary." Cain patted his body for a while, finally pulling out two banknotes with some difficulty, and awkwardly put them back in his pocket.

  Schtreng still cleverly pulled out a stack of cash from his own wallet and secretly put it into the police officer's pocket. The police officer also accepted it with pleasure, after all, he had dealt with Yidun countless times and naturally knew that there was always some benefit to be gained each time. He also recognized Kain, Yidun's trusted number one fighter.

  "He immediately ordered: 'Get these bastards arrested and bring them back for a good interrogation... Mr. Cain, what charges do you want to bring against them?'"

  Cain was taken aback, and Stronach quickly said: "They forcibly entered private property and violently injured our employees. We can provide a complete video as evidence, please consider it."

  The police officer laughed: "Alright, guys, let's get to work and take these people away." At the same time, he was also very depressed in his heart. Wasn't London just a place where Easy Dust, a black gang leader, had come from? Where did this batch of neatly dressed men come from to oppose him and his old man?

  The police at the scene have already surrounded them, two of them took one of the big men on the ground and handcuffed him, dragging him towards the police car. In fact, they didn't need to be so careful, these poor devils had no strength left to move anyway?

  It seemed that all it would take was for the police to haul this batch of soldiers away and the British military would have another major scandal on its hands. Three trucks with military markings screeched up, a group of burly men in black jumped out, their eyes fixed intently as they surrounded the police car. Two officers wearing colonel's uniforms emerged from the driver's cabin of the first truck, their faces deathly pale, and strode purposefully towards Cain.

  Two men who didn't say a word directly drank to the police officer who had just accepted bribes: "Sorry, this is a misunderstanding. They are our soldiers and you Scotland Yard have no right to take them away."

  The police officer furrowed his brow and began to speak in an official tone: "Oh? Commander, you say he's your soldier? Of course, it looks like your uniforms are identical, but are they really soldiers? We've received complaints that they attacked a legitimate security company, they're a gang of thugs... What do you have to say to my superior, Mr. Wei Lun? Now they're law-breaking thugs, I must fulfill my duty as an enforcer."

  The older colonel's face changed color, staring at the officer with a "you can't do anything to me" attitude, not putting him in his eyes at all. Stronheim said slowly: "As a soldier, we must also obey the laws of the British Empire?"

  The relatively young colonel furrowed his brow, leaning forward slightly towards Schterngren. Cain's eyes widened and he glared at him with a fierce killing intent, taking a sudden step forward, his right fist already clenched and raised. Behind him, the 'Black Magic' soldiers marched up in large strides, even those training within the base all rushed out, it was unclear who had summoned them.

  The two majors were stunned, originally it was their own subordinates who were in the wrong. If they clashed with Kain and his men today, they would probably be in trouble when the higher-ups investigated. Moreover, a good man doesn't take advantage of someone in front of him. The 'Black Magic' company had over 300 people standing behind them, half of whom were holding steel batons and whatnot, while he had only brought less than 100 people over, no match for them no matter what.

  The older colonel coughed and held out his hand: "Sir, excuse me, may I ask."

  Cain haughtily raised his head, without any intention of shaking hands with him, and coldly snorted: "Our boss is extremely dissatisfied with your provocation to us... If M hadn't told our boss that you are special forces, I would have killed those subordinates of yours long ago."

  The two majors' faces changed: "What?"

  Cain furrowed his brow: "You should know, shouldn't you? She's also one of your system's people, right? Isn't the current boss of MI6 her?"

  The two senior officers swallowed a mouthful of saliva, how did they know that the backstage boss of the "Black Magic" company actually knew the person they couldn't afford to offend? The police officer also muttered to himself, these little soldiers were not worth arguing with, but if things got out of hand... it was better for him to keep his mouth shut.

  Strengen smiled: "If you two can guarantee that such things will not happen again, your soldiers will no longer harass us, then we can pretend that nothing has happened."

  The older colonel nodded vigorously: "So, it's settled then. You don't want things to get out of hand either, do you? I think all of you know that if this gets out, and our soldiers find out, your company will also..."

  "This guy just wanted to save face and say a few words, but what about Cain? Cain completely ignored him and said: "You bunch of rubbish soldiers are not even worth my fighting, take those women away, otherwise I won't be polite, give you three minutes, or we'll go straight to the British Ministry of Defense to complain about you... Damn it, this is not an amusement park, remember, your soldiers chose Colonel Cain's territory as a playground, which was a mistake from the start."

  Nothing more to say, the two senior officers left with their subordinates, filled with humiliation in their hearts. The soldiers who were beaten glared at Cain and his men, while Cain sneered at them, unapologetically flipping them off. Cain took the lead, and the over 300 soldiers behind him followed suit, uniformly flipping off the opposing side.

  Three trucks let out a furious roar, several soldiers jumped down first, Kane burst out laughing and snatched the steel pipe from the hand of a soldier beside him and was about to rush up. The two colonels had already rushed out, yelling wildly at the soldiers, punching and kicking their subordinates back onto the truck. Their faces ashen, they gave Kane a deadly stare before turning and walking away without looking back.

  "Colonel, we're in trouble this time," Strasser said quietly.

  Cain made a gesture full of murderous intent: "What's there to be afraid of, at worst we'll just wipe them all out." Cain was now full of confidence, these little soldiers were really not enough for him to kill.

  And those Scottish Yard detectives were hypocritical for a while, pulling them into the base's cafeteria. After everyone had a drink, Stronheim sent them off with a smile. There was no way to get Cain to entertain them, it was simply impossible, and all the miscellaneous tasks could only be left to Stronheim to suffer through.

  When Cain's stormy eight-faced beating those soldiers, Yichen's order had been passed down, and suddenly the whole London was mobilized. Yichen's order was to find an Eastern young man with a height of about 180 cm, short hair, and gunshot wounds on his body.

  The man sent by M had keenly sensed the movement and the information was quickly delivered to M's desk. M smiled in satisfaction: "Good, Yi is a man who keeps his promises. Gentlemen, it's a strange thing, many gentlemen can't accomplish what those lowest-level thugs can do, what's the reason for this?"

  M's words left a group of high-ranking agents, including David, looking at each other in dismay, unable to respond.

  " Gentlemen, since the hands of Yi people have already started to help us investigate, our special agents can be a little more relaxed. They may be elites, but after all, there are some things that they cannot accomplish... Now, give me an answer, what is our target?"

  These high-ranking agents looked at each other for a while, remained silent for a long time, and finally, the most senior one in charge of Asian affairs hesitated to say: "China... Dragon Squad?"

  The office fell silent, with M being the only one who hadn't spoken for half a day. After a long while, M finally spoke in a low tone: "There's only one possibility left. The ones who could infiltrate the Ministry of Defense's confidential center alone, seize the confidential documents by force and still manage to slip away from over 200 security guards... are probably only those legendary ones. However, gentlemen, can anyone give me concrete evidence that Dragon Squad really exists?"

  "Boss, can you give me some evidence? Does our military's top-secret special forces unit, 'The Sceptre of the Dynasty', actually exist?"

  She glared at him: "David, I know what you mean, but this isn't something you should be concerned about..."

  David shrugged and muttered, "These are just rumors. It's already extremely difficult to know the names of these organizations, let alone have evidence. It's like America's 'Federal Tactical Unit', who knows if it's true or false?"

  M, with a strange smile, said in a low voice: "So, gentlemen, maybe I can satisfy your curiosity. Our dear American ally's 'special forces' unfortunately almost completely annihilated in New York, OK? Of course, I didn't say anything just now."

  M mischievously blinked an eye, smiled slyly, and with a hint of schadenfreude, picked up the teacup on the table and took a big sip of red tea.

  David and they exchanged a strange look, naturally, they wouldn't be foolish enough to ask about the source of M's message, after all, M had a special task force that wasn't something they could touch.

  Yi Chen sat carelessly at the dinner table, tearing apart a thick steak with no elegance, and muttered: "So, Cain, your judgment is that those guys will definitely come to trouble us again in the future?"

  Cain didn't answer. He was fully focused on devouring a roasted goose, his big mouth chomping away, and in no time, half of the roasted goose was left with only bones.

  "Boss, yeah, I think we've already pissed them off."

  "Easily shrugged his shoulders: 'Forget it, Mr. Laze is now temporarily in charge of some daily correspondence at the Ministry of National Defense, maybe I'll give him a call later, it's a wise choice... Mr. Dekula, do you have any plans? If you're willing to stay in London for a while, I can arrange a good room for you. The current room may not match your noble status.'"

  "Alright then, I'll trouble you. Where's my dear Misha? I have to follow her, she can't get into any accidents... Would you prepare a large number of coffins for me? It would be best if there was also a somewhat deeper underground room, perhaps we will need them sometimes."

  Chekhov instinctively made the sign of the cross on his chest, muttering a few low complaints, no more than that Dracula's words were too ominous and so on. Phil, sitting next to him, kicked his calf heavily without making a sound...

  Yi Chen smiled: "So, now we only have one troublesome thing... The hundred subordinates sent by the Dark Council to Mr. Jester in New York are all dead, this problem... Of course, there's also the Sacred Beetle, do we need to report to them? Mr. Dracula, you're a respected elder, please make a decision." Yi Chen lightly kicked the ball to Dracula.

  Mishka lifted her head from the plate and said vaguely, "Huh, those idiots, how do they always run into the most vicious kind of Vatican scum? Stupid to death, this has nothing to do with me, it's just their bad luck."

  "Of course, baby, it's just that they're too stupid. Hmph, just a bunch of inferior noble families daring to clash with the top people in the Vatican? They deserved to die. It's not your responsibility, of course... Hmph, just a hundred low-level bloodlines, dead and gone. From now on, we won't need the Senate to dispatch these trash anymore. Our family's own experts are enough."

  Mishelle lowered her head again with a smile, enthusiastically dealing with the roasted pigeon in the plate.

  "Let's get back to the issue at hand," Dekula said, furrowing his brow in thought. "This isn't a problem, just give those incompetent fools in the council a straight answer... As for the Sacred Beetle, I think it's best not to tell them anything about it. If they don't know, then we can just pretend to be ignorant too. I don't want the entire Church to come after us Philip family with full force. What do you think, Yi?"

  Yi Chen smiled secretly, De Kula's opinion was exactly what Yi Chen wanted to say. The Holy Beetle staying in the Tian Xing Sect was naturally the most ideal situation.

  "Very well, then. It shall be as you wish. Ah, yes, Mr. Renfield, from now on you will be in charge of the daily needs of Count Dracula and his companions. Provide them with the best of everything they require. We are their hosts and must not neglect our duties to our guests. Tomorrow, go and order a batch of the finest coffins to be delivered here. As for the basement, we already have one ready, so that's no problem."

  Phil nodded with a strange expression, although he had just stopped Chekhov's complaint, but now he was going to handle these things himself, and he still felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

  A military base outside London, a dozen or so high-ranking officers sat around a conference table, looking at their superior's furious roar: "What is the bottom line of that 'Black Magic' company? Get it clear and give them some color to see... Who was the idiot who came up with the idea of going there for new recruit testing? Lock him up for two months, I want him to remember this lesson."

  The officers at the table were one by one pale-faced, their colleagues' humiliation and the shame of their own troops' soldiers ignited a fierce fire in them.