With Yi Chen's help, Philee was able to quickly use the more than 20 magic weapons given to her by Yi Chen. Jester, Chekov and Kane's fun was too great. He had to rely on himself to be proficient in the magic weapons assigned by Yi Chen, so they had to work overtime every night to practice hard every night. In comparison, Kane was much more relaxed. First, his current realm was far higher than Jester and Chekov. Second, he was too lazy to use too many magic weapons, so Yi Chen chose a few rude-dominated ones to give him, so the task was much lighter.

As soon as the night came, Sky and the others ran to the top of the snow-capped mountain and crazily absorbed the cold energy towards the moon. The physique of the blood clan was really too terrifying. No wonder they said that the "Star Art" was something invented for the blood clan. In just two days, they had entered the first stage of the Six-Bright Star Cycle, and their dark energy also entered a terrifying level, and they were all close to the level of the low-level blood clan grand duke.

Regarding this, Yi Chen's explanation is: "The blood clan cannot practice at all. They rely solely on their talents, so they become more and more powerful as they grow older. It is difficult for young people to make a name for themselves unless they are geniuses. But now they have given them a 'Star Art', which is simply a nuclear warhead to a group of war madmen, and there are still people who don't try their best to use it?"

But it is precisely because of this that Yi Chen was much more idle this night, just watching TV with Feili and quarrel with each other. And Sally always looked at the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Philee poked Yi Chen gently and signaled him to look at Sally. Yi Chen shook his head and whispered to her: "There's nothing to do, she misses home... Alas, I originally took him in because Jester had a rare kind heart, but that kid never took responsibility. If he had been kind, forget it, what do you think we should do?"

Fei Li was speechless. Yi Chen sighed softly and said, "Forget it, let her go. Give her some money, change her identity for her, and let her go back to South America, where is her hometown. Well... But what she thought, no matter what, she would say, then she couldn't hold it in. Fei Li, are these soap operas so good?"

Fei Li nodded blankly, and suddenly shouted "Wow": "So the traitor is this guy..."

Yi Chen frowned and muttered in his heart: "God, Feli, I knew they were traitors before the third episode. This kind of plot is too mentally retarded, right? The current director, alas..."

Just as Yi Chen was helplessly accompanying Feili to watch those unreasonable soap operas, Popov also staged a good show.

Popov, who had taken a lot of anti-alcohol medicine in advance, refused Fran's toast, and was not afraid that the other party would be the three responsible persons toast him at the same time. Popov laughed and said, "Mr. Fran, another delegation, do you know what their situation is?"

Fran shrugged and said disdainfully: "Don't worry about them, their strength is incomparable to us. Mr. Popov, we, and your consortium, are the most powerful competitors of this project. Even if other people participate, it is useless, isn't it?"

Popov nodded repeatedly and said with a flushed face: "Well, this is true. Your boss is really powerful. Even the agents of the CIA have invited him to be bodyguards. He is almost the same as our boss, he is a powerful person."

Fran and the other three changed their faces and looked at each other secretly. Fran smiled and said, "We are a specialized business team, how could there be agents? Mr. Popov, you must have drunk too much, right?"

Popov smiled strangely, with a happy expression and said, "How could I be wrong? The twenty new people, seventeen of you are agents of the CIA, and three are agents of a top secret department of the Ministry of National Defense, aren't they? Ah, don't hide it from me, our sources are vast."

Fran smiled awkwardly: "Look, some unfortunate things have happened recently. We invite them to come as a precaution. We also want to ensure our safety, right? By the way, come, cheers, cheers, don't talk about those unpleasant things... This is the good wine hidden by our boss and their house. It is said that they have a history of a hundred years. This is a priceless thing. Don't waste it, come, cheers."

In this way, for more than a dozen rounds, Popov was half drunk and half pretending to be crazy and muttering: "Mr. Fran, if your negotiations are successful, how much bonus will your boss give you?"

Fran's smug look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and patted Popov's shoulder and said, "What about you? Our boss said that if this succeeds, I will become the person in charge here, and then improve my position in the company and give me a generous bonus."

Popov sighed: "Your fate is so good. I can't. The boss may reward you more, but all the credits are from Mr. Fatadio. I will get a small bonus at most. Oh, it's not enough to retire in the future... Actually, the possibility of our success this time is very high. Mr. Fran, your efforts may be in vain?!" Popov smiled constantly with a mysterious look on his face.

Fran's three people's eyes widened, Fran's mind turned sharply: "The Yi Chen in their delegation is a Chinese. Oh, is he related to the people on the official side? If so, then our efforts and investment will be in vain? This is not possible... Is it because the Chinese government wants to develop the minerals here by itself? It's not right. Their funds, after our verification, are not enough to take care of here."

Fran smiled and said, "Oh, let me tell you, how could we fail? Dear Mr. Popov, we have strong funds, we have the skills and strength, and we cannot fail anyway, right? Did you say that you have reached an agreement with China? This is impossible. If so, they should notify us."

Popov shook his head and said happily: "Oh... well... we, in fact, gave them very preferential conditions. We promised to give their local workers a very high salary. We also promised to invest money in Lhasa to develop a characteristic economy. Hehe... Uh (burp sounds)... How are your conditions? You Americans have always offered high prices, but our prices are very low... "

Popov was about to fall on the table, and Fran quickly helped him up: "God, are your plans better than us?"

Popov murmured: "Plan? The plan was drafted by Mr. Yi himself and kept by him. Uh... Well, good wine, haha, your asking price is too high, it is difficult for Chinese people to accept, hehe... Our price is much more reasonable. As long as this mine is opened, it will be rich."

After telling these lies, Popov simply tilted his head and fell asleep on the table.

Fran's face immediately became extremely cold, and he whispered: "Report to the boss, maybe we need a little special support. If we can get the mining rights here for decades, it will bring us uncountable profits. We ask the boss to directly put pressure on China through the White House. At the same time, I am very interested in their plan. Who can let me see their offer?"

The other two persons in charge understood and hurriedly left the restaurant.

Fran immediately turned into a smiley face, and helped Popov up intimately, and helped Popov, who was trembling under his feet, walked towards the door of the restaurant, and said in a caring tone: "Dear Mr. Popov, this kind of wine has great potential. You must be careful. By the way, I will send you back to rest, so don't delay the serious business."

Several assistants Fatadio had arranged long ago came over and saw Popov with a flushed face, and rushed over and said, "Oh my God, Popov, Mr. Fatadio is looking for you, you actually... Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Fran, he has caused you trouble."

Fran smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he quickly said, "No trouble, no trouble at all... Haha, by the way, Mr. Popov drank a little bit too much, please send him back. I need to go first, goodbye." He left after saluting very gentlemanly.

Several assistants squeezed each other's eyes, laughed a few times, and hugged Popov who was deliberately pretending to be dead and went upstairs.

About half an hour later, Yi Chen looked at his watch and said with a smile: "Baby Philey, we should have a rest, well, it's too late... The movie is over, let's continue watching tomorrow."

Philey yawned, and fell on Yi Chen's head and said in a daze: "Well, okay, carry me over, I'm too lazy to leave...Sally, Sally, you go and rest too. Don't think about your worries all day long. If you have any questions, tell the boss tomorrow...Well, I'm so sleepy."

Yi Chen hugged Feili and went upstairs to the suite. Sally said good night to Yi Chen, turned off the living room light, walked out, and took the door. Yi Chen threw Feili, who was already sleepy, casually covered the bed, closed her hands, and two silver lights wandered around the bed for a few times, sprinkled a series of silver stars, and disappeared. Yi Chen laughed. He was going to wait for the rabbit, but Feili was sleeping in the bed. If the agents were uneasy and kind, wouldn't he lose money? It would be better to build a simple formation to protect it. In Yi Chen's opinion, Feili is much more valuable than hundreds of millions of dollars.

After changing into pajamas and slippers, Yi Chen's figure disappeared in the same place as a ghost. He waved his arm with satisfaction, felt the strange feeling of using invisibility for the first time. His divine thoughts broke through the air and gently made a buzzing sound in Kane, Jester and Chekov's ears. The three of them immediately opened their eyes, put the magic weapons into their bodies, and sneaked to Kane's room next door, and stood quietly at the door.

After waiting quietly for a long time, the lights outside went out bit by bit. Feli called out a few times on the bed: "Chekov, you bastard... I'll beat you to death... Boss, come here, hug..." It seemed that I didn't know what kind of dream I had.

The black shadows flashed outside the window, and there were already three more people on the balcony. Yi Chen floated up and floated over gently. He blinked his big eyes and looked at the three agents in tight black clothes, carrying a bunch of inexplicable small instruments. He felt very fun.

The three of them moved quickly. In two seconds, they opened the door quietly and then closed the balcony door and made several gestures. One of them shrank in the corner of the house and took out a pistol equipped with a muffler. The other two went straight to the safe in the room, quickly took off the oil painting on the wall, revealing the safe door behind them.

Yi Chen gently crawled into the quilt, showed his figure, then yawned, sat up, and whispered a few times: "Sally, Sally... send a glass of water... Well, Sally is back in the room." He "sees" the agent in the corner of the room tightly shrank, like a cat, and did not dare to move. The two agents who were using the decoder to decipher the password quickly flashed behind the sofa, and their pores were lying on the ground tightly.

Yi Chen stood up, drooped a pair of slippers, walked slowly to the water dispenser, carried a teacup and poured a cup of boiling water, said a few meaningless words, swayed a few steps to the sofa, relaxed his hands, and poured a cup of boiling water.

With a thunderous howl, the agent who was staring above was blinded on the spot, and Yi Chen also roared wildly as if he was frightened: "Help, there is a thief, help..."

The agent at the corner of the room shot three bullets without hesitation. Yi Chen sneered in his heart, and swung his body quickly for a few times, and staggered back towards the corner of the room as if he was shot, and kicked the agent who had just gotten up. "Oh woo," another scream. The guy holding the weapon threw away his pistol and lying on the ground with his little brother in his arms.

Another agent ran to the balcony quickly, and Yi Chen was already a hungry tiger pounced on the food. He hugged his thighs with great disgrace, twisted them hard, dragged the guy to the ground, and then wrapped him tightly, shouting: "Help, catch the thief, Help, Help..."

With a loud "bang", Yi Chen's bedroom door was broken by a punch. Kane's huge body rushed in and ran to Yi Chen quickly, stepping on the back of the agent who was struggling wildly. With a "wow", the guy was forced to stumble with blood and fell into a coma. Jester and Chekov then rushed in, and the agent who was scalding his eyes and twisting on the ground beat him up and almost killed him.

Yi Chen stood up panting and muttered, "I haven't exercised like this for a long time, I really miss it... Theirs, these guys dare to steal my things, call me the police, hum."

Fei Li suddenly woke up and shouted: "What are you talking about... Boss, how did they come in? Just drive them out." A cold light flashed in her eyes, and a small ice hockey had already accumulated in her hands.

Yi Chen and the others shivered, grabbed the three agents in a panic and ran away. The ice hockey had already whistled out, smashed a piece of glass, and flew far to the snow-capped mountains there... Yi Chen secretly poked his head in, watched the light shoot out, and could only silently pray that no creatures there were inexplicably knocked down. After Feli got angry, she rubbed her eyes, and continued to lie down to sleep.

Yi Chen sighed, "Oh, okay, call Mr. Fatedio and others, and call the police, and call the officials responsible for this project bidding. They have collected so much money from us, so it should give us a little benefit, right? Getting up in the middle of the night will not take their lives... Well, prepare another gift so that they can't say we don't know etiquette."

Yi Chen's ghost scream just now had woken up almost half of the hotel people. The lights upstairs and downstairs were all on, and countless people were asking in surprise: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Fran and the floor were quiet, their hearts were churning like a drum, knowing that their people were caught.

Fran grabbed the leader of the team of agents tightly, looked at him with a hideous terrifying roar, and roared in a low voice: "Don't you say you are the most elite agents? Why are you fucking...why did you miss it?"

The cold sweat from the head of the agent's forehead all oozed out, and he shook his head repeatedly: "It's impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if they were discovered, they had enough chance to kill the witnesses and escape. It's absolutely impossible to be caught... Unless there are experts below them, by the way... the three agents of the Ministry of Defense are very powerful figures, but they were beaten like that by Yi Chen's subordinate. There must be very powerful figures between them."

In just one or two minutes, Fran's sweat had soaked his hair, and he moaned: "God, what should I do, what should I do? When the police come, everything will be over... God, this scandal will make me lose everything. You bastards, come up with an idea."

The agent leader pulled out his pistol and said viciously: "There is only this. I will kill all their witnesses while the police did not come."

Fran's face turned cold and waved, "Hurry up, set off, kill those people, including all other witnesses... We choose a few of our people who are not worth it and push them to the Chinese separatists, and say they did it."

The agent leader rushed out with thirteen agents, and then, on Yi Chen and the others' floor, they met the fifty good players brought by Kane. The two sides immediately started a gunfight. With the help of the complex terrain of the hotel corridor, they fought very lively, but no one was injured or killed.

When Kane heard the gunshot, he felt like a little mouse was tickling, and he couldn't hold it anymore. Yi Chen smiled and waved his hand and said, "Go, go, go, while the police have not come yet, go... Well, that American delegation is the leader, is also a powerful character, and he found the most direct solution so quickly. Damn, Americans are just a group of robbers. If it is an ordinary regular business group, wouldn't you succeed?"

Kane quickly flashed back to his room, quickly pulled out a fully automatic large-caliber shotgun, smiled and kissed it, and casually fucked a bullet belt filled with shotguns, and rushed out with big strides.

What do those pistols and bullets count as Kane? When several soldiers in the "Dark Devil" unit were still exclaiming: "Col. Be careful." Kane had already rushed out, laughed and shot each of the fourteen agents on the knees, then stepped heavily on the ground. The entire floor trembled suddenly. Kane yelled: "You lawless bastards, don't move, take down their weapons for me." This scene really tastes like Zhang Fei Changbanqiao.

The sirens roared outside, and a large number of policemen rushed up quickly and forcibly pushed Kane and his subordinates away. The police officer in charge shook his head and said, "Sir, they are already injured. Let us treat them. You can't abuse them anymore."

Kane muttered: "I never abuse prisoners... Humph, I never want to be prisoners."

Fatadio rushed over with a group of senior assistants and shouted with fangs and claws: "It's so hateful, so hateful, these bastards, they rushed in and stole our top-secret business information, and then they had to silence and kill people. Sir, I filed a serious protest, I protested against your security work... I want you to find out their origins and give us an explanation, otherwise, I will directly report this problem to your superior government."

Fatadio's translation was arrogant and translated over, pointing to the group of agents on the ground, as if pointing to a pile of garbage.

A blood fountain burst out, but the agent leader cut his neck with a dagger on his wrist in despair. Kane shook his head gently and whispered to the brothers beside him: "It's a good man, fuck it." These soldiers from the "Dark Devil" troops nodded gently, and their eyes were filled with admiration when they looked at the corpse.

The police became nervous and quickly searched the bodies of these agents, removed all the items they could use to kill, and then bandaged them in a hurry and transported them down. Fatadio waved his hand, and "recovered" the sober Popov followed him hurriedly with two people and a dozen bodyguards. Fatadio was determined to make things worse.

The police officer who led the team pointed to the large-caliber shotgun in Kane's hand seriously and frowned and asked, "Sir, how did your weapon enter the country? Did it be declared when you enter the country? If not, I will detain you with illegal possession of dangerous automatic weapons."

Yi Chen walked up with a few people and three unlucky agents, saying in a deep voice: "Sir, he doesn't understand Chinese, let me explain it. We have legal gun cards, we have registered a legal security company, and it is legal to hold weapons. As your friends, I have already reported this issue to your superiors. They said we can keep some weapons for self-defense... Tonight, you saw that if it weren't for these weapons, our delegation would be killed by these shameless commercial hooligans... If you still have any questions, you can call this phone for instructions."

After saying that, Yi Chen handed out a stack of business cards given by Director Zhang and the others at the same time.

The police officer was stunned for a moment, looked at Yi Chen with disdain, and muttered: "Collaboration between officials and businessmen, I'm a bunch of messy things, what's the point." After saying that, he shouted: "Catch up the team and leave a few people to record confessions, and these three guys will also take them away."

These fat men were very sensitive. When they heard Yi Chen say this, their faces changed suddenly.

Yi Chen sighed and said, "It's better to drive them away as soon as possible. If everything is over, it's no point in staying in Lhasa. They will definitely go back to the United States. In this way, we will be safe. In the future, we will have wealth and we will all pay together, right?"

Director Zhang thought for a while, nodded, looked at the other fat men, and everyone gestured to each other and nodded. Director Zhang spoke on behalf of everyone: "Well, we don't have the power to decide on this project, but if we don't have any power, it's not true... We will do our best... The three delegations have been here for several months and the negotiations have been going on for so long. I think there should be a result."

Yi Chen smiled, pretended to look at his watch, and said with a smile: "Then, everyone, it's getting late. I'm really sorry to wake you up so late. Please forgive me, ah...well, don't you give it?"

The officials understood and said goodbye and left with a smile.

Yi Chen looked at Fatadio proudly. Fatadio nodded with a smile, and the two looked at each other and laughed wildly.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "It's late at night, my dear Fatadio, I'm going to rest... Well, I'm very tired. I'll ask you for tomorrow's business. If I show off too much and get paid attention to by Americans, it will be bad for my future business."

Fatadio nodded: "Don't worry, I will handle the rest, ha, this time, these damn Americans should be happy? Humph, are you asking for trouble for yourself?"

Yi Chen hummed a little tune near Mount Emei and returned to his room swayingly. Then he realized that he was still wearing pajamas, but this would be fine, which could highlight the nervousness just now. He was too lazy to care about the door that was broken by Kane's punch. Yi Chen got into the quilt and hugged Feli and fell asleep-

The development of the matter was beyond everyone's expectations. Fran and the others hurriedly left the next day. They knew that this incident could no longer be saved. Even if the Chinese government didn't care about anything, it was a fact that more than a dozen agents shot and attacked others in the Lhasa hotel. In addition, Fran and the others were not a vegetarian character, and had already threatened Fran's boss through certain channels. After weighing the gains and losses, Fran and the others simply gave up this project.

Another delegation was unable to compete with Yi Chen and the others at all. Their offer was even more outrageous than Fran and the others. As a result, after Fatadio and others signed the agreement, the delegation had to be disappointed and brought some local specialties back to China.

Everything happened within a week. The seventeen agents and three "elites" did not know which department came forward and sent a special plane to transport them back, which was clearly deported. As a result, Fran and the others had no time to adopt some special policies, and they were beaten to pieces and lost this project.

Fatadio was very proud of his subordinates, while Yi Chen was already packing up and preparing to return to London. After all, there were a lot of troubles waiting for him.

At this moment, two guests whom Yi Chen absolutely unexpectedly came to visit, two prosecutors from the local procuratorate.

Lao Wu nodded: "May I ask, I know that only if you are willing to cooperate can we bring them..."

Yi Chen interrupted him and said with a smile: "How much is your monthly salary?"

Old Wu's face changed a little. He looked at Yi Chen for a long time, shook his head and said, "What are you asking about this?"

Yi Chen smiled relaxedly: "Oh, why don't I give you some money, so don't continue..."

With a loud "touching", Old Wu slapped the table with his palm, his eyes widened, and stood up suddenly, looking at Yi Chen with a fierce look. Yi Chen was shocked, and he didn't dare to look at Old Wu's eyes. He lowered his head and said with a dry smile: "Oh, kidding, kidding... Please sit, please sit... Sally, change the teacup, it's all spilled."

Old Wu's dark face turned purple and red, and he squeezed out from his teeth one by one: "Mr. Yi, my life's salary may not be enough for you and those people to have a meal, but Old Wu is at ease all his life, and I have never received ill-gotten gains in this life."

Yi Chen's face turned slightly red, and he raised the tea cup that Sally had just changed into embarrassment. He drank it all in one sip and whispered, "I'm sorry, I was just kidding, this cup of tea is considered apology."
To be continued...