Yi Chen thought about it for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Mr. Phil, please tell Mr. Wiggins that I suddenly feel very uncomfortable physically, so I don't want to meet the guests. Please forgive him... That's it. Yes, please check which country those Asians are from... No, no, no need to check, I don't want to have any relationship with them, that's it." Phil nodded and stepped back. Yi Chen saw the disappointment on Wiggins’s face and the angry look on the faces of several black suits. The moustache who took the lead turned and left without saying a word. Wiggins opened his hand helplessly, and shook with Phil. After a while, he also left.

Yali stabilized his position, and several of his political enemies were unlucky in the country. They probably collided with the plague god. Their subordinates and related businesses were involved in a series of accidents, and Yali used his power and The controlled media attacked them frantically. It was very simple. Yali barely encountered any decent resistance, and succeeded as the chief executive of that district.

The extremely excited Yali is grateful to Yi Chen. He promised to let Yi Chen share the profits from the sniper operation, which means Yi Chen can get 50 of the total profit. Of course Yi Chen understood that this was Yali's reward for himself and a kind of acquisition in a disguised sense. After Yali understood Yi Chen's strength at hand, naturally he would not just be satisfied with Yi Chen becoming his ordinary ally. Will definitely find ways to strengthen the relationship between Yichen and himself.

Fatadio began to take control of London, and the commanders began to prepare to take advantage of the turbulence when the British currency system merged into the Eurozone to make a profit. Chekov rented a house in the suburbs of London in his private name, gathered a group of experts in his circle, gathered in that small villa, and started a crazy and absurd attack. These hackers whose brains are all drunk by marijuana have powerful destructive power. Some of the most secret information of the British political axe was stolen by them bit by bit, which made Yi Chen hooked.

Let go of these money-making people for the time being. Although Yi Chen is interested in these matters, he is really not proficient, so he can be a comprehensive coordinator and can't really join in, so he has to focus on other matters.

Fabio’s side was calm, and under Yi Chen’s instructions, he deliberately started to please his brother Bafati. According to Fabio’s words, “I’m like a slave from the ancient Roman Empire serving the head of the Senate. It's the same..." He was very dissatisfied, but he had to admit that Bafati seemed to be more at ease with him. He had secretly transferred or embezzled tens of millions of dollars in money and transferred it to Yi Chen. A special account opened.

Feili forced Phil and Gore to bring someone to accompany her to go shopping, and bought some small handbags and other gadgets by the way. Although she wears a silver tights all year round, she is absolutely absolute for other gadgets. Not sloppy, this is one of the biggest headaches for Phil and Gore.

Yi Chen sat boredly in the office on the 23rd floor, supervising the hard work of the female clerks. In fact, they have nothing to do at all. The steel produced in Manchester's steel plant is sold directly to domestic construction sites. This is the old channel before, and there is nothing worth importing and exporting. Of course, these female clerks are still very useful. They have basically become the lovers of Phil and Gore. When they recruited candidates, they only considered their appearance and did not consider their talents.

Yi Chen boredly watched the three men wearing black priest robes slowly walked past the street. About three minutes later, several priests passed by. Yi Chen murmured: "Damn, these foreign monks, what are you doing running around? It's weird that there are so many churches in London. Today is Saturday, don't these damn priests go to preach?"

Awesomely, a few priests came over from the opposite street with a grin, carrying a few bags in their hands, bulging with a lot of things, Yi Chen looked sharply at the label exposed from the side. To the small print above: "High quality jacquard blanket. made in china."

Yi Chen felt that something was wrong. His divine consciousness moved slightly and began to radiate the surname, which instantly enveloped most of the city of London. Although it could not accurately locate everyone, wherever his divine consciousness reached, Probably anyone with superpowers can be perceived by Yichen. Yi Chen jumped up violently and turned over his boss chair. The female clerks outside were shocked, but they were very clever and pretended not to hear anything.

Within the range that Yi Chen could perceive, there were at least more than three hundred individuals with not-so-weak abilities and sacred power rippling in their bodies. Some of these powerful individuals even sensed Yi Chen's faint spirit, and immediately hid their breath. Yi Chen murmured to himself: "Damn, what are these guys doing in London because of the last thing, they want to find a place for the Holy See to be a mother? What is the name of the current Pope, he doesn't want to fight the Dark Council head-on, right? Damn, this is lively."

He quickly dialed Chekov's cell phone: "Chekov, you bastard, what is Jester doing with you?"

Chekov’s elated voice came: "Boss, celebrate for us. We have got more than 50 codes for Blizzard’s latest online game... Oh, my goodness, the boss, it’s you Jester, Jess. I was smoking marijuana and drinking too much. I found some chicks to have a sexy party last night. Oh, the boss Jester broke us all..." Chekov started to go crazy when he found out that he had said something wrong. Splashing sewage on Jester, anyway, Jester, who is lying on the sofa like a dead dog, will never have any objection.

Yi Chen said nervously, "Shut up, can you still drive now, hope the promiscuity and drugs have not drained your energy... Hurry up and drive Jester to me and call your friends? Be honest in the last few days, do you understand?"

Chekov stammered and said, "Driving, no problem, no problem, boss, I'm still sober now... Damn, is it my hometown to send Jester to you... Okay. Don't worry, boss, after an hour, I will send him over and promise that there will be no accident. Don't worry, I'm in good spirits now." He collapsed and hung up the phone, making Yi Chen feel very nervous.

After thinking about it, Yi Chen dialed Feili’s mobile phone: "Baby, I. Tell Phil to take someone to Chekov immediately and pick Jester back... If you see them crashing on the road, kill them. Those notes and eyewitnesses, send Jester back to my hometown well, if he dares to move, you will stun him... Well, the two of them are similar in strength, so be it, baby and Gore together In the past, um, that's it."

Yi Chen looked a little depressed and watched the priests and priests walking up and down on the street, who were obviously denser than before, and occasionally one or two young people from the Inquisition with cold faces walked by slowly. It's not for any special purpose, it's probably like the kind of casual shopping after school. Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "These masters of the Holy See, what are they doing now?"

Yi Chen summed up the strength comparison between himself and theirs. Seriously, Yi Chen's realm was far beyond what these priests could imagine, but from the absolute strength comparison, only twenty priests You can beat Yi Chen to the ground. After all, a hero can't stand a lot of people. No matter how strong Yi Chen is, if he is madly chopped by the Holy Light Cross Sword of twenty priests, he still can't stand it. Unless Yi Chen lets go and kills, maybe even Can defeat more than a hundred individuals. But Yi Chen was not stupid enough to risk the entire Holy See chasing him. Thinking of hundreds of thousands of priests, deacons of the court, or crusaders directly under the Holy See chasing him with knives all day long, Yi Chen's scalp couldn't help but start. Tingling.

Yi Chen shook his head, picked up the windbreaker on the ground, and was too lazy to lift up his big chair, put on his clothes and walked out, leaving an extremely irresponsible sentence: "You guys have been working hard recently. If you are too tired, you can rest for three or four days. Yes, it's my boss who gave you all a vacation... Well, don't worry, the salary will be paid as well." The girls were beaming, and five minutes after Yi Chen walked out of the office, one by one picked up their small bags and left. Go out and get off work.

When he walked to the parking lot, he started his BMW, which he usually rarely touched, and Yichen slowly drove towards Ludmen Mountain in the west end of London. After driving along the highway for a while, when Yi Chen could see the cross top of St. Paul's Cathedral from a distance, the figures of priests on the road grew more and more.

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Yi Chen nodded slightly: "Sure enough, it is indeed the church where the Archbishop of London is located. The decision to come here to listen to the news is right.

Yi Chen parked his car at a distance and walked towards the main hall of the church. On the small square at the entrance of the church, many tourists and priests were mixed together, but the tourists could only stroll around at the door because of some bins. A polite but indifferent young priest guarded the entrance of the hall, and no non-teaching staff could enter. Yi Chen stopped in front of the Queen Anne statue on the square, looked around with a smile, bowed slightly to the statue of St. Paul on the herringbone wall at the entrance of the main hall, and then asked with a pious face that a priest beside him said: "Praise God, may the Lord bless us... May I ask if something important happened and why..." He looked at the obstructed visitors.

The priest replied politely: "I'm sorry, pious people, the Holy See has a gathering here, which is very important. Therefore, because it was decided temporarily, no notice was issued."

At this time, many police cars drove over. It seems that at the request of the church, these policemen have also come to help maintain order. However, to put it bluntly, it is just to establish a few cordon lines to invite all visitors outside.

Naturally, Yi Chen was invited out without exception. He shrugged, smiled and got into his BMW car, and galloped back.

Jester was bouncing around in the room where he was still discussing, yelling at Chekov: "Fuck, you actually drove into three telephone poles and a police car in a row, oh god damn god, damn Virgin Mary Why didn't Leah use a sacred light to kill you, this bastard actually made me almost detained by the police...what the hell is going on?"

Phil and Gore stood at the bar watching the excitement, one desperately wiping the glass, the other desperately wiping the coffee pot, with a smile on his face, watching Chekov shrink tightly under Jester's anger. There was a ball, and I dared not make a sound. Kane was still sitting in his old position playing with his violent products, while Feili smiled and spread out a bunch of gadgets on the sofa. No one was willing to persuade Jester, so Jester, who had just gotten rid of the marijuana environment, was even more reckless, and even more arrogantly scolded Chekov.

Seeing Yi Chen entering the door, Chekov seemed to have seen his dearest old mother, and flew onto Yi Chen’s lap, yelling: "God, my dearest boss, you are finally back. , Stop this damn Jester... I just drank two bottles of vodka and bumped into something a little, he actually blamed me... Anyway, he didn't hurt a piece of skin, on the contrary it was me, the driver. I bumped my head."

Yi Chen glanced at Chekov. As expected, there was an egg-sized lump on his forehead, which was even more funny with his snot and tears. Yi Chen couldn't help but laughed: "Fuck, don't talk about it... Well, something strange happened. Let's discuss it and see what's going on."

Yi Chen gave a detailed introduction of what he had discovered, and then pretended to be indifferent and said: "I have estimated that those who can feel my spirit and converge their breath are likely to have a parishioner. Bishop status is not easy to deal with. Why are they coming to London for what they want to do with the dark council?"

Jester stopped yelling a long time ago. He sat on the sofa with a sullen look, and subconsciously stroked the sword marks on his face, his eyes were murderous, as if he was about to rush out to kill people.

Everyone didn't speak for a long time. For a long time, Feili said a little bit hesitantly: "Last time, when Big Bear and the others were finished, there seemed to be two people from the Inquisition. Could it be they..."

Jester said: "Impossible. If they are high-ranking priests of the Holy See, if they are forced to retreat, they will go to great lengths to find a place. The Inquisition never does useless work for the sake of two second-rate deacons. It’s a matter of face, they won’t be dispatched even if they are alone, unless the most powerful old ghosts in the referee are forcibly annihilated, they might mobilize so many people."

Yi Chen asked him, "So, what do you think is so important? Is it because the Pope is coming to London? Right? The Pope now seems to be quite young. What is it called?"

Jester hummed a few times, did not speak, and gently stroked the scars on his face with one finger, and his blood-red tongue gently licked his lips, a trace of dark The breath slowly released.

One of Kane's men gently knocked on the door, Kane called out: "Come in."

The big man respectfully saluted Yi Chen and said, "Boss, a very interesting thing. A person who claims to be Earl Baijiade wants to see you."

Yi Chen laughed: "Oh, it's really interesting. It's so funny that an earl came to visit my famous jazz for life. If you visit a jazz like me, I am afraid that the identity of the earl is also...very. Okay, very interesting. Ask him to wait in the meeting room on the second floor." The big man walked out, and Yi Chen gestured and said, "Phil and Gore inquire about the news about the church gatherings, but don't reveal too obvious. Traces... Chekov will continue to do your business, Baby Philly and I will go to meet the Lord Earl."

After a pause, Yi Chen said grimly: "Mr. Jester, please go to the underground practice room to retreat. If you cause trouble because of your cause, you know what kind of punishment you will be punished. .. Remember what I said to you, when you have a certain strength, you can do whatever you want, but now, please quietly and honestly go down to practice. Mr. Kane, show me Jie. If he dares to move, I don’t mind if you put some cute chemicals in the food and drinking water you give him."

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Yi Chen and Feili hid in the secret compartment of the living room, secretly looking at Lord Baijiade in the living room, if his title was indeed what he said. The black wavy hair is draped over the shoulders, and the handsome face is a little bit of evil. How do you say the clothes on your body can be regarded as the embodiment of the most elegant style of the best tailor in Italy, including his lambskin. Boots are pure handmade products.

At this moment, Bai Jiade is also doing something that is not in line with the status of aristocracy. He is holding a small and luxurious magnifying glass in his hand, carefully examining several oil paintings on the wall of the living room, with a low voice in his mouth. Mumbled in Italian: "Oh, God, it's so wonderful, this fake guy is a master...Well, this pair of water lilies is really the best imitation, the best of the fakes... There can be such a thing. Craftsmanship, damn it, is it Zix or Hank, that's the two of them..."

Yi Chen laughed softly, secretly cheering, he seemed to be a collector of elegant art works. Well, this kind of person likes to give himself a noble title, but his noble title is often the title of a country like Poland hundreds of years ago. God knows whether it is still valid. Of course, another not-so-elegant title for this kind of person's profession is: "Art thieves or art counterfeiters." Anyway, it doesn't fall outside of this category.

Yi Chen took out his jade pendant, played it gently with his fingers, opened the secret door and walked out with Feili.

Hearing the noise, Bai Jiade quickly jumped back to the center of the room, the magnifying glass in his hand disappeared miraculously, and there was a trace of graceful noble smile on his face, and he bowed slightly to Yi Chen, and then She seemed to be ready to kiss the back of Feili's hand, but it was a pity that Feili's extremely cold eyes stopped her.

Yi Chen smiled: "Dear Lord Earl, please sit down, please sit down, there is nothing to entertain, please have a little rum bar from the Mediterranean, I think you should prefer the flavor of this wine... I am here. A good rum that is ten years old."

Bai Jiade smiled, and generously sat on the sofa opposite Yi Chen, and took the wine glass that Gore had handed over.

Yi Chen and him looked at each other with keen eyes. After carefully observing each other, Yi Chen said indifferently: "What is the point of Mr. Bai Jiade? I am not very interested in collecting literary works."

Bai Jiade talked about him: "Someone recommended me to say that Mr. Yi Chen is a very powerful person, and we hope to be taken care of by a powerful boss. Of course, it is beneficial to cooperate with us."

Yi Chen gently turned the jade pendant in his hand, and Bai Jiade quickly fixed his greedy eyes on this snow-like crystal and transformed jade pendant, and forced his gaze away with covetousness and said, "Mr. Yi Chen, I'm here this time, and I did have some small matters to discuss with you."

Yi Chen didn't show much interest, and said lightly: "Oh, it's so good, please tell me."

Bai Jiade said in an exaggerated tone: "Mr. Yi Chen, our organization is a collection of cultural relics with professional surnames throughout the world. Our aim is to rejuvenate those ancient works of art in the world. We We are a group of elegant artists. We have the same goals, so we came together. Now, we need an agent in London... and someone introduced us that Mr. Yi Chen would be the most ideal partner."

Yi Chen said indifferently: "But I only need those partners that I recognize, and I can't trust the gentleman who introduced you, may I ask, who told you that I am a reliable partner? Wiggins or... "

Bai Jiade was stunned for a moment, and Yi Chen said quickly: "Perhaps, you don't have any introducers, you just found us through some wind."

Bai Jiade laughed awkwardly: "Look, Mr. Yi Chen, I don't intend to deceive you in any way. We only need a little help from you, a little help. Our business is rich in business. Profit, some buyers in the Middle East are very interested in some special products. With a little help from you, we can make back tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dollars."

Yi Chen yawned and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Earl, I am a serious businessman. I have never done anything illegal. The British Museum and the Tower of London are not so easy to get in... I am a serious businessman."

Bai Jiade quickly picked up Yi Chen's words with a clever tongue, and encouraged him to say: "Mr. Yi Chen, there is no risk, no risk,, this is still a secret until now, a secret... Hey, a secret... Well, some buyers paid 200 million US dollars for the acquisition. Knowing that 200 million US dollars, we can give Mr. Yi Chen a 25% profit."

Bai Jiade looked at Yi Chen cunningly, hoping that $50 million would impress Yi Chen's heart.

Where does Yi Chen take 50 million US dollars in his eyes and don’t say that Tadio’s plan may bring tens of billions of income, and even Fabio’s plan can get more than one billion of funds at any time. Yi Chen didn't think it was a wise idea to cooperate with Bai Jiade and their organization for a mere 50 million.

Yi Chen leaned back, stood up, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Baijiade, I, Yi Chen, are a serious businessman. I never do anything other than my duty. I'm really sorry."

Bai Jiade was a little anxious and said quickly: "Mr. Yi Chen, there is no risk, no risk. 50 million US dollars, and we have a large number of projects ready to cooperate with people like you...Ah, are you? Are you interested in the Tower of London? We can negotiate carefully..." Phil has already pushed White Guardian towards the door extremely unceremoniously.

Bai Jiade has been pushed to the door of the room, and he finally yelled in despair: "Mr. Yi Chen, it is just something guarded by priests. There is no danger. Think about it, as long as you enter St. Paul’s Church and take out that thing, That’s 50 million U.S. dollars."

Yi Chen moved in his heart and sneered fiercely. There is no danger to break into the current St. Paul's Church. It is called there is no danger. This Lord Bai Jiade really is. . . so cute. . . But, what exactly is it, is it related to this unusual gathering of priests?

Yi Chen smiled: "Mr. Phil, please come in, Lord Bai Jiade, I think we can talk in detail... Of course, Mr. Bai Jiade, I don't want you to deceive me in any way, otherwise, Your body will appear in the Thames tomorrow..."

Bai Jiade rushed into the living room with a look of ecstasy. He didn't care about Yi Chen's last threat, and he automatically sat in the place where he was just now, picked up his wine glass, and made a toast. . .