Back in London, Ying hurriedly said goodbye and took four T-nin back to the casino. Yi Chen smiled strangely and whispered: "Look, this will teach us a lesson. Don't easily provoke those who don't know the specific strength of the other party, otherwise you will suffer a big loss. It's really strange. I don't know who made his subordinates suffer a loss?"

Jester shook his head in confusion: "I don't understand. According to common sense, if their ninjas take a sudden attack, those priests will definitely be in trouble. Unless there are people from the Inquisition, they can stop their attacks. However, the Inquisition and ordinary clergy have always been incompatible, and they will not guard the church... Did they meet Arthur's bastard?"

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Didn't it mean that there is a church in the Tower of London? Maybe Sakura's people rushed inside... Well, maybe Sakura would pray to God inside, and then the idiot ninjas rushed over to attack the priest in front of him. It would be strange if they were not unlucky. Sakura might have a fight with Arthur, but the ninjas below him, those most powerful guys, are not enough for someone to have a sword."

Jester licked his lips with his blood-red tongue and said excitedly: "Boss, let's go with Sakura today to see the fun, there may be a good show."

Yi Chen smiled grimly: "Phil... Mr. Kane is not here, but you seem to be able to control sniper rifles, right? You and Mr. Gore, come with us with sniper rifles and anti-tank missiles. If they really fight, we will take the opportunity to kill Arthur."

Phil smiled and shouted, "Happy to serve, boss, I really want to smash that Arthur's head. His men injured me, and my brother, I must kill him."

Yi Chen said in a voice: "Yes, sure, I promise, Phil. The 'Mountain of Light' is still shining and waiting for us to go. I don't want to waste this opportunity... Oh, and the 'Black Prince', these top-quality jewelry, Oh my God, will make Philee crazy."

Jester murmured in a low voice: "I hope that fool Kane remembers to buy our Miss Philee, otherwise he will die."—

After returning to Chinatown and having sex with Fei Li for a while, Yi Chen had just finished washing up and was about to eat something and drink to restore his energy. Fei Er walked in with a depressed look on his face: "Boss, the boss M of the MI6 department is here to visit... Do you see her?"

Yi Chen was stunned in the air with a small patty hand, blinked his eyes, shrugged and said, "Mr. Phil, do you think you might be able to drive her out?"

Phil shook his head: "I'm afraid not, boss, she brought more than 20 agents here. If we send people to drive them out, Chinatown will probably close in half an hour, and we will also go to the cell to spend the night."

Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "Then, please come in, our respected grandmother, God, I have followed the rules recently and I have not done anything. You should not be afraid of them, right? God will never punish innocent people."

M's voice immediately continued: "But that person must be a truly innocent person, easy." Without waiting for Phil to go down, she brought two subordinates and rushed up directly. Phil and Gore's subordinates did not dare to stop her. After all, M's words could allow civil servants from taxation, environmental protection and other departments to check Chinatown for three shifts a day, each shift of 8 hours.

Yi Chen stood up, threw the small pie into his mouth quickly, swallowed it, and said with a smile: "Aha, grandma, hello, I am as innocent as the Thames."

M was not polite, and sat directly on a sofa close to Yi Chen and said sarcastically: "During the Industrial Revolution, the Thames River was once a stinky ditch, which was probably the same as yours... Of course, you are very innocent now, just like the bleached Thames River. But you are probably the only one to know how much silt is under your water."

Yi Chen signaled Philee to take away the food and drinks, walked to M, lifted Jester's collar and put it on the ground, and sat down. Jester laughed strangely, climbed onto another sofa like a slug, provocatively took out a piece of marijuana, swallowed the clouds and spit out a fog, and a smoke ring deliberately sprayed towards M.

M rolled her eyes. She really didn't understand why Yi Chen, a boss who could be said to be directly in charge of the entire underworld business in London, was such a garbage-like figure.

She was thinking about this problem and rushed in from the entrance of the living room. Chekov was naked and wearing only a pair of wide briefs underneath, and ran in, shouting wildly: "Ahh, boss, give me the bonus, I..." Phil covered his mouth with one hand and twisted his head towards M.

Chekov smiled humbly, waved to M gently, and said with a despicable expression: "Ah, old lady, hello... Oh, my dress is a little bad, but the bitch raised me and cut a piece of flesh from my butt and left? You have to be responsible... So, it's not rude to dress like this, my wound has not healed yet."

Yi Chen looked at M's almost fainted expression, resisted the crazy laughter in his heart, pretended to be angry, and roared: "Chekov, you bastard, get out of you, next time you dress properly and run out, at least put on leather shoes for me." Chekov smiled despicablely, resisted the urge to control the picture frame on the wall behind M's head to smash it towards M's head, and said with a smile: "Old lady, I'll treat you to an Italian meal when you have time." He walked out with a swagger.

Yi Chen looked pitiful and spread his hands towards M: "Look, look, I am a poor person, my subordinates are all such bastards. I can't do anything now. Grandma, I'm just making a pity for a meal now. Oh, God, if you are willing to use your secret fund to solve my livelihood problems, I can truly be innocent."

M was angry and looked at Yi Chen and said, "Ah, do you think your life is in trouble?"

Yi Chen nodded with an honest and good baby and sighed a few times.

M gritted his teeth: "So, do you still have money to go to Italy for fun?"

Yi Chen shouted out a grievance: "God, grandmother, although my life is not very good now, I still need some entertainment. I have to learn to rest in order to work better. Otherwise, how can I support so many subordinates who eat idle food? Look at this Mr. Jester. In addition to eating, drinking, and taking drugs, I have been wasted my money by him."

Before M answered, Yi Chen quickly pulled the topic aside: "What's more, the average debt ratio of adult men in the UK is 20,000 to 30,000 pounds. At least I don't owe any debts now. Compared with most British people, my character is quite good. The credit limit given to me by the bank is the highest standard. I am a serious man, grandmother, so you shouldn't..."

M snatched the conversation and interrupted Yi Chen's self-intoxication: "So I shouldn't have trouble with you every few days? Oh, God, I don't want to find you either. I understand that the appearance of me and my subordinates has disturbed your business. Yes, when I entered the door, at least twenty drug dealers slipped out of the back door, three wanted criminals slipped out of the back door with pistols, and four villains suspected of murder slipped out of the back door. These elite figures are your guests, Yi."

Gore pushed a cart of wine over, Yi Chen poured himself a glass, turned the glass and said, "Your memory is really good... Do you really confirm their identity? Oh, in the future, I will install a monitor at the gate, and when I find the villain, I will let them go out... But the people who come to my nightclub are all guests, and I can't let them go away. They have brought a lot of money, and I want to consider the livelihood of my subordinates."

M gave out a long breath, staring at Yi Chen with gray eyes: "Every time I talk to you, I always struggle... Do you understand? Yi, you are one of the most difficult bastards I have ever encountered so far." She took the wine glass handed over by Gore, drank it all, and then reached over. Gore smiled and poured another different kind of wine into the wine glass... It is very easy to get drunk when drinking mixed wine.

Yi Chen's body tilted back slightly, looking shocked: "Is this really the case? God, I am a person who is a person... I have never..."

M waved his hand: "As long as there is no evidence, Satan can say that he is the agent of God's will... enough, okay, let's talk about it seriously, Yi. After you went to Rome, several Roman families almost became popular in the downtown area, and the largest family in Rome changed power overnight. More than 400 people died in the entire Roman city in one night. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Yi Chen took a sip of wine and cursed in a low voice: "Damn God."

M's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Yi Chen said helplessly: "I said, damn God, why does he always let trouble accompany me? I took a new kid to Rome to see the temples and the grand arena of Rome, and see their ancient irrigation canals that were so skillful, but what about? God always let trouble follow me. When I found something was wrong, I rushed back to London as soon as possible to get out of right and wrong... I am a self-disciplined person."

M bit his lip, and the grey eyes flashed with fierce light: "Where are your subordinate Mr. Kane and some soldiers? Where have you gone? Don't they care about Italy?"

Yi Chen pouted: "All right, I know that it's your specialty to deduct others' charges, but I want to explain some things. Those people are not soldiers, they are security guards hired by my "Dark Devil" security company, some poor people who work hard to earn coolies to support their families. As for their movements, I admit that they are in Italy and there is no way. Since your MI6 monitors us all day long, I am a confessionist... A damn Italian rich man, perhaps an arms dealer or drug dealer, invites Mr. Kane and others to protect him because someone threatens something on him."

M asked him directly: "Name, address, what does the threatening person ask for?"

Yi Chen opened his mouth wide: "Oh my God, why do you ask such an embarrassing question?"

M said without resistance: "Answer me, Yi... the name, address of the rich man, what was he threatened..."

Yi Chen said shyly: "This, the threatening person said he was going to castrate him, and then his thing went to feed the dog... As for the name and address, this is the business secret of our security company, and you have no right to ask me to answer."

M had the urge to pick up a bottle of wine and hit Yi Chen's head... The two agents behind her had their muscles twitched a few times, but they didn't laugh. It was obvious that they were well-trained on weekdays, and they were not comparable to the garbage-like guy like David.

M stared at Yi Chen tightly, held back his anger, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

Yi Chen raised his right hand and swore solemnly: "If I tell a lie, then let God send me to hell, let Satan and I go to dance... God can prove that what I told the truth." Yi Chen secretly laughed in his heart: "God? Damn, reiterate again, I don't believe in God... If you, an immortal, really want to send me to hell, go and kill our Three Pure One, and three beat you one, who do you think you are?" After making a vow, the test will be fulfilled. Yi Chen believes in this, so he never swears from the Taoist God.

M felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. Even if she was a powerful official, she had no choice but to do anything to Yi Chen, who was so slippery and could not use the means of treating ordinary people.

Fortunately, I was not here to find him for the sake of Italian affairs this time, otherwise I would be furious and go back in a hurry.

M shook his head and killed another glass. She was so angry that she didn't notice that the wine in the cup was different every time. Gore had a "simple" smile and respectfully, enthusiastically and attentively. There were forty-seven bottles of different types of wine on the wine cart, and Gore had changed four of them...

M gave out a breath, slap the marijuana smoke that Jester vomited with his hand, and asked Yi Chen: "So, do you know what happened in London yesterday?"

Yi Chen's eyes rolled a few times and asked seriously: "Is there another terrorist attack?"

M felt relieved, just admit that you knew, I think you, the leader of the London underworld, would be impossible if you don’t know the news at all. She nodded: “Yes, what do you think of that incident? Hum?”

Yi Chen looked confused: "God, what is the incident? Did someone blow up No. 10 Downing Street?...God, did they blow up Buckingham Palace? This is really a huge loss. After St. Paul's Church was destroyed, Buckingham Palace... Is their next target the British Museum?"

M's hand raised the wine glass... She was not a person who could not hold back her anger. On the contrary, in the intelligence system, she was famous for being extremely gloomy. When facing Yi Chen, she was always angry. Should this wine glass be smashed out? The cold murderous aura flashed in Jester's eyes, which made M dispel this idea. Is this rogue-like Jester such a powerful person? M could feel it. When Jester's eyes flashed with murderous aura, he was like a huge cobra wrapped together, ready to pounce on and twist his neck at any time.

M killed another cup, and Gore's smile became even brighter and poured her another cup. M shook his head and said, "Yi, we have reached an agreement before, huh? Be serious, offending me is not a good thing for us. Look, I respect you. This is the first time I have said this to a person who is not so bright in his identity. I hope we can get along with each other more friendly, do you understand?"

Yi Chen lazily killed the wine in the glass, looked at the two agents in black suits and said, "Say these words in front of your subordinates, God, have you ignored the authority of your boss?"

M chuckled in a low voice: "They are not idiots, they are even more reluctant to offend someone who can go to Mr. Huner's manor at will... Hum? Oh, by the way, don't look at us with that look. We are just routine surveillance. You know, Mr. Huner is a big man, and he invited too many big man over that day, and we have to be responsible for their safety."

Yi Chen looked at M thoughtfully and nodded and said, "Then, I don't waste time. Grandma, do you think there may be those things that are invisible in the air and can kill people? All the media did not report these things, but they can't hide them from me... Those witnesses who have been warned by you, some of them have leaked the news... Unfortunately, among my subordinates, some damn bastards are devout Christians... They were also present at that time. And I am their boss, and any strange information will be fed back to me as soon as possible."

M flicked his finger gently, the anger in his eyes disappeared, and the wise light emanated again: "Of course I believe, after all, I have seen similar information. I just want to ask you, who are those people, where they come from, where they live... Don't tell me you don't know. Dozens of churches were attacked at the same time, and their number would not be small. And I believe that as long as there are more than ten unidentified people in the city of London, I'm afraid they can't hide it from you?"

Gore poured a glass of Yi Chen, and he was excitedly preparing to see M's ugly appearance and didn't notice that what he poured for the boss was also mixed wine.

Yi Chen glared at Gore, took a sip, thought carefully for a while, and nodded after calculating the powerful relationship, "I'm afraid of something. If you can't deal with them, I'm afraid I'm the one who is unlucky. They will definitely settle the score with me. I can't take risks. I don't want to be taken away by a wisp of wind."

M was stunned. Yi Chen's concerns made sense. Who would risk his life to provide information to others for free? Especially in a sense, this person is still an opponent of him.

M pouted and considered how to use how to impress Yi Chen. The best way to deal with people like Yi Chen is to give him benefits, just a great benefit, but what can make him moved?

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Don't you know why those people attacked the church?"

M was stunned for a moment, nodded, pondered for a while, stood up and left.

Yi Chen was shocked. The old woman's brain was a little too good, right? But she just reminded her a little bit of it, and she actually guessed the answer. Yi Chen suddenly became anxious again. M's purpose was achieved, but she had not said what she had just thought about. So Yi Chen stood up and grabbed M's hand, whose face had begun to turn red: "Ah, grandmother, I think we'll talk about it again. I'll discuss some important things with you."

M stopped, thought for a while, and sat down slowly. Yi Chen rolled his eyes and glanced at the two black-clothed agents. M ordered without hesitation: "You two, go out and wait for me. I have something to discuss with Mr. Yi."

The two agents strode out without any hesitation. Then when they were going down the stairs, the agent behind suddenly slipped, and turned down, knocking over the colleague below. The two of them were dizzy and smashed to the corner of the stairs. Chekov, who was hiding on the side, smiled sinisterly. He controlled the agent behind and let him fall down with one foot...

Chekov proudly went upstairs, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the middle finger that was wielding at the living room door.

Yi Chen heard the noise outside and also ‘sees’ what happened. He couldn’t help but smile and said to M: “Maybe your subordinates need more training, and they actually fell down when they went downstairs.”

M also heard the movement, so she naturally would not suspect that it was Yi Chen's man's hand and footwork. A normal person would not use this kind of pediatric movement to retaliate against others. He could only be angry at his subordinates' failure and lost all his face. After shaking his drowsy head, M asked, "So, Mr. Yi, what else do you have? I think I already know some situations this time, of course, it was not your leak."

Yi Chen persuaded diligently: "Come on, come on, drink another glass, well, drink another glass, I have good wine here. Although you are the boss of MI6, you may not be able to find such a complete range of good wine. Gore, pour it on my grandmother. By the way, don't worry about the rules of pouring wine, put it on Qi Guyuan, please, please kill it."

Yi Chen watched M kill another full glass, and then said maliciously: "Ah, your alcohol tolerance is really good, much better than me... I handed over all the information you gave me last time."

M nodded, holding his forehead with his hands and said, "Xuena? You have found a good partner to cooperate. He is a very ambitious old guy, and he is powerful. He may be able to achieve my goal and let this damn cabinet get out. Britain cannot let such an incompetent person rule."

Yi Chen gave her diligently and said with a smile: "Of course, but aren't you worried about your status? Maybe you will be the first to replace them after they came to power."

M shook his head and said with a smile: "Young people, they will not touch me easily. They do not understand our internal operations. Of course, Hu'en will definitely get out of here, but I will not lose my position. I have no threat to them. Why do they provoke me? As long as they master my immediate boss, it is equivalent to mastering me. I am only loyal to my responsibilities. Politics has nothing to do with me."

A few words interrupted Yi Chen's next words. Yi Chen looked at M depressedly and muttered in his heart: "You old lady, you don't care about politics, so why do you sell me those top-secret and top-secret information? Just kidding... But if you say that, I can't do anything. Let's play slowly. As long as I'm careful and don't let you catch the handle, can you really send troops to blow up my Chinatown?"

M smiled and walked out with a little swaying pace.

Yi Chen watched M leave and thought with a smile. M walked to the street outside Chinatown, and taught the two agents who were in with her a lesson, whispering: "You bastards are so embarrassing. Go back and train me for a hundred hours. Do you understand?"—

M's convoy drove away slowly, Jester spat out a breath of smoke and said happily: "This spy chief doesn't arrest me? Boss, I'm taking drugs in front of her."

Yi Chen shrugged: "You took out ten kilograms of heroin in front of her, and she wouldn't even pay attention to you... Ah, you said, how would my dear grandmother deal with those cute Japanese ninjas? Will the soldiers be dispatched to encircle them? That's a death sentence..."

Jester raised his hand: "Gas?"

Phil said after contemplating: "A lot of time bombs?"

Gore thought for a while: "Five hundred snipers snipers at the same time?"

Chekov changed into a pair of beach pants, looked at Jester with greed and said dissatisfied: "What else can she do? There is no evidence, this old virgin will probably have to cut off water and power outage, and let tax personnel come to harass others all day long. After all, the Japanese still want to do business in the UK, and the Japanese are not invincible, so they dare not openly resist."

Maybe there is something in common between the old lady and Chekov. An hour later, the water and electricity supply in the Yamaguchi Casino was cut off. Sakura, who was visiting Takakura's injuries, was stunned for a moment and cursed loudly: "Baiga... The British are really bastards. Can they even guarantee normal water and electricity supply? Check it out."

After the search result, the other party told the two ninjas in an official accent: "Oh? Everything is normal on the line... Sir, why don't we send someone to inspect and repair it?" Poor ninjas, they mastered superb killing skills, but they didn't know even the most basic circuit maintenance. So, the agents from MI6 happily installed countless micro cameras in every corner of the Yamaguchi Casino. Those cameras made using the latest technology were only the thickness of a pencil core, and even with Sakura's eyesight, they did not notice it.

Before the agents came to serve, Sakura had already made a decision to go to the Tower of London to retaliate against Arthur and the three Holy Knights... He selected thirty-six special ninjas to follow him, preparing to make a big fuss-

Arthur and four others were rescuing the eleven unlucky round table knights in a special care hospital. What Arthur could not accomplish alone was, with the help of the three holy knights, the powerful sacred power fluctuations slowly forced out the true fire in the bodies of these round table knights. Their high-frequency muscles slowly cooled down, and their bodies returned to normal from a red-burned lobster.

The three holy knights watched in horror as wisps of fire emerged from the wounds of the Knights of the Round Table, shook their heads and said, "Arthur, your opponent is so terrible. What kind of weird power is this? It's so terrible. Remember, you must not let such weapons harm our bodies, otherwise even if we win, our vitality will be greatly damaged."

Arthur nodded coldly and said, "I understand, by the way, Skell, I ask you to come and help me. Isn't your Majesty dissatisfied with it?"
To be continued...