Sakura smiled slightly, her big eyes glanced at M, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, I understand, it's fun to take someone out, hehe, it's fun. In Japan, teasing those policemen is the most interesting thing. I didn't expect that in the UK, we could tease law enforcement officers with such a high status."

Yi Chen laughed a few times, finally turned his attention to the dining table, and said with a smile: "Everyone, you have to be welcome. This is the Chinese cuisine made by the most famous chef of Songhelou, and it is not easy to eat."

Hawei refused a piece of ham and stammered: "As long as you have money, are there anything you can't eat?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, you can get anything if you have money, but even if you have money, you may not be able to eat the meal made by the chef of London's 'Songhe Tower'."

Glenn asked Yi Chen: "Why is that?"

Tang Hu snorted coldly: "Because I am the boss of 'Songhe Tower', my chef will not cook for foreigners."

Harvey stared at Tang Hu: "Hey, boy, don't be too arrogant. Isn't it just the owner of a restaurant? Be careful."

Yi Chen said in a strange voice: "Mr. Hawei, Mr. Tang Hu has enough reasons to be arrogant."

Harvey showed his big fist like a demonstration, and snorted, "Only strength can you be qualified to be arrogant."

Without saying a word, Tang Hu grabbed the sterling silver table knife at his hand and stabbed it at a red wine bottle that served with food in front of him. Wherever his internal force went, the tip of the knife made a subtle and almost indistinguishable "hissing" sound. It was like a hot knife cutting butter, and the soft sterling silver table knife easily pierced the bottle and smoothly emerged from the other side.

Harvey immediately shut up, Glenn looked at the scene that was almost magic in front of him, only Fenhus was playing and said, "Ah, good kung fu, good kung fu, it's so wonderful... Yi, your wine is really good, come, let's cheer."

Yi Chen smiled and picked up the wine glass: "So, what do we wish for?"

Harvey waved his fists: "I wish our team to kill the French tonight and let them go home crying, ahahahahahaha."

Yi Chen, Harvey, Glenn, and Fenhusse raised their glasses, but Dracula, Michelle, M, Tang Hu, Ying, and Feili were eating their own food at all, so they didn't bother to pay attention to Harvey's proposal. The four of them touched the glasses a little awkwardly and drank them all.

Gore walked in lightly and whispered, "Boss, the goods are here."

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then, let it go to the basement." A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

M's gray eyes stared at him tightly and said softly: "Oh, Yi, what's the product? Bring it here and let's see it. Is it something shameful? It doesn't matter. My aunt won't say anything about you, bring it here and see it."

Yi Chen looked at M with an honest look: "You will definitely not be interested in these goods. Some strange things I customized for Mr. Dracula, you..."

M ordered in an unrefutable tone: "Yi, bring those goods for me to see... You won't be able to play tricks on your aunt, right?"

Fenhusse's eyes were nervously scanning Yi Chen and M. He was a little confused about what the relationship between M and Yi Chen was. Is it really the relationship between my aunt and nephew? But it seems that M does not seem to have a very close relationship with Yi Chen. If not? Then, why should M admit this in public? After all, she is where her identity is placed. She is the director of MI6. Is it necessary to curry favor with Yi Chen?

Yi Chen looked aggrieved: "Then, let's do it, Mr. Gore, carry the best one up as a sample and let my dear aunt see."

Hugging in a corner of the room, Jester and Chekov, who were secretly smoking marijuana, whispered strangely, and glanced at M with malicious eyes. They were so happy that their boss was cheating again. M keenly discovered Jester and Chekov's strange eyes, but she didn't know what was wrong for a moment...

Less than five minutes later, something shocking happened. Gore walked in with a solemn look on his face. Behind, four black men with naked upper bodies and knotted muscles walked in slowly, carrying a heavy marble coffin. More than a dozen agents followed behind at a loss... What a luxurious and almost extravagant coffin. The shell dug out of marble was inlaid with countless gorgeous rose patterns on it. A pair of large golden bat wings extended from their heads to the bottom.

Gore ordered his subordinates to put the coffin carefully and uncovered the lid. The inner coffin was a sandalwood coffin with gorgeous white velvet, a small velvet quilt, and a large soft pillow. Even the four walls of the inner coffin were carved with very complex patterns with simple and powerful lines.

Harvey and the other three crossed their chests and prayed a few times. Fenhus asked Yi Chen with an extremely ugly expression: "Yi, what is this? Why did you bring this thing up? God... it's so unlucky."

M looked at the coffin strangely, and his thoughts changed rapidly: "What is Yi doing? The coffin? The coffin is used to hold people. What exactly does he want to do? Are there drugs? The arms? Impossible, he can transport these things in a noble way."

Ying and Tang Hu applauded gently, Ying exclaimed, "It's a very good coffin, very beautiful and luxurious. Really, this is something that only nobles can use."

Dracula stood up with a happy smile and giggled: "Yi, is this for me?"

Yi Chen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, look, in order to take care of your identity, I asked them to add some special processes. The other coffins are not so expensive, but they are all good materials... It is really difficult to customize so many coffins in London at once. Three days is indeed a little too short."

Dracula ignored the strange eyes of the gang leader, agent, and agent leader next to him, strode to the coffin. With the assistance of the two great dukes, he carefully took off his boots, then lay comfortably into the coffin, and exclaimed in his mouth: "It's very comfortable, very comfortable, well, a very good coffin, which has been used for hundreds of times in the castle... Well, the coffin that has been decades is much more comfortable. Thank you, Yi, I'm going to transport him back to the Netherlands."

A ridiculous feeling of time and space disorder surged into the hearts of Tang Hu, Ying, M and others. Such an old man full of noble temperament lay happily into the coffin. Especially when he said that, it seemed that he was still used to lying in the coffin. With his name, Durcula... M cursed in his heart: "Yi, what are you doing? Are you shooting a monster movie? Is this old man really a vampire?... God, why can't it? Yi Chen can know the British Prime Minister, why can't he make friends with a few vampires?"

Dracula lay comfortably in the coffin, shook her head and said, "Well, it's so comfortable. Just carry me to the basement like this. I haven't had a good sleep for almost a month. The human bed is so uncomfortable."

Glenn's hand shook and knocked the wine glass to the carpet... This damn old man became less and less sensible when he spoke.

Yi Chen smiled, glanced at the strange-looking people with a smug look, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gore, send Mr. Durcula down to rest. Oh, maybe there is not enough staff. I will send two more people to carry it. Don't fall down." Hearing this, the two great dukes immediately walked to the coffin and signaled them to join the ranks of carrying the coffin. Yi Chen nodded and agreed.

Gore commanded four subordinates to close the lid of the coffin and lifted it up. The two great dukes gently helped each other, and most of the weight had been transferred to their hands. Gore smiled and held the coffin and directed the six people to walk towards the door... A funny thing happened. With a "clang" sound, the head of the coffin, which was supposed to be a whole piece of marble, fell down, and Durcula's gray-haired big head suddenly revealed.

Dracula was so angry that he was sleeping comfortably and was about to get confused. At midnight, he happened to go out to find food. Why did the head of the coffin fall off? It looked like a stone inlaid indiscriminately.

M's eyebrows were like, and his whole face was filled with a smile, and he looked at Yi Chen in a row.

Yi Chen stood up like anger, rushed over and helped Dracula with anger, and roared: "Damn, Gore, that damn coffin shop owner dares to tease me? Take this coffin to trouble him. I can't spare him, give it to me..." Yi Chen viciously gestured to cut his neck: "Kill his whole family."

M said coldly: "Yi, are you actually discussing the murder in front of me?"

Yi Chen pointed to the funny coffin and roared, "He lied to me."

Dracula said viciously: "This damn guy actually used fakes to deceive me, I, I, I, I, I want to kill everyone in their neighborhood, damn... so shiki... are people nowadays so despicable? Coffins are a sacred object, and they actually treat them like this."

Yi Chen felt a little apology in his heart. Unexpectedly, Dracula actually took the coffin so seriously. After all, the head of the coffin was made by Gore. Yi Chen smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Dracula, don't be too angry. I will handle everything well. I promise that in three days, a perfect coffin will appear in front of you. Gore, don't take this pile of garbage out."

M watched Gore and his man press the fallen part again, then carried the coffin away, and suddenly laughed: "Yi, are you going to change the coffin? But don't get people mixed in it..."

Yi Chen smiled sinisterly: "Auntie, how could there be someone in the coffin? Mr. Dracula admires vampire culture extremely much, so he has regarded himself as a vampire, hehe..."

Dracula returned to her seat with anger, and scattered her anger at the red wine in front of her, pouring it down one cup after another. Michelle gloatingly tried her best to mix other mixed wines into Dracula's cup, and Dracula drank it like this.

M glanced at Dracula, and the suspicion in her heart became even heavier. She smiled and said, "Mr. Dracula really likes to sleep in the coffin?"

Dracula hummed a few times and didn't say anything.

Michelle slapped and said, "Of course, our whole family is sleeping in the coffin. In the basement of Philip Castle, well, about three hundred coffins are put together, it's so spectacular..."

M's forehead couldn't help but feel cold sweat. She glanced at Yi Chen's weird expression with a vicious look, and the worst thought came out in her heart. She gestured gently, and the two leaders of the agent team directly under her ruled secretly walked out.

Yi Chen looked at the watch indifferently, 21:00, Well, the time is almost over, but there is still some lack...

"Mr. Phil, please explain to Gore, and ask him to check all the coffins before replacing them. If there are any other coffins, I will peel those bosses' skins." Phil understood and walked out lightly-

The people Kane and his men had already rushed into a unlucky Japanese-funded enterprise and beat the security guard inside. Kane threw a few bills on the moaning security guard and muttered, "Take it to the hospital, the boss said, you want to leave a way out for others." Then, Kane rushed up with Strongen and forty subordinates.

Just like many Japanese companies, countless employees are still working overtime at this moment. Of course, in fact, they have nothing to do at this moment, but they still turn on the computer, make phone calls, or wander around in the office, talking to colleagues from time to time. Everything is artificial, just to let the boss see: "How serious I am working, this month's bonus... you can't deduct it, right?" Although they are watching porn, talking to their wives in China, or inviting their colleagues to go to the bar to play with women after get off work at 22:00.

Strogen smiled and pulled down the floor's switch. Kane and his team had already rushed into a screaming office with flashlights. They knocked a man out of his body and left. The soldiers were too lazy to be polite. As for the female employees who were running around, all those who were blocking the road were kicked out by Kane.

Just as Kane and his friends kidnapped more than 30 male employees and were about to leave, seven security guards rushed in with batons, and one of them shouted: "What are you doing? Are you kidnapping? Put down the hostages in your hands... God."

Seeing Kane and the others showing their submachine guns, the seven security guards tactfully threw away the baton and ran away. Kane grinned a few times and took the man with them. In a dim street light alley, Kane and the others woke up the men who were knocked out. Without waiting for them to scream, Kane said viciously: "Shut up, or I'll kill you."

A guy who seemed to be brave shivered and kept saying, "Yes, yes, what are your instructions?"

Kane chuckled a few times: "What country are you from? Tell me... our boss wants you to help with something small."

These monks, who were two-year-old, were confused and reported it. Thirty-six people were arrested, including two Chinese, seven British, three Indians, and the others were Japanese.

Kane's subordinates immediately divided these people into two gangs, carefully selected four decent guys from twenty-four Japanese employees, who were over 175 cm tall and were still good-looking. After being knocked out with a punch, they threw them into the car and left. The others looked at each other. What exactly were these people doing? A Japanese suddenly said tremblingly: "They are not Iraqi guerrillas, are they? Our self-defense force is still on their territory. They said they would revenge us... God, bless Jiro and the others." Several other people were already in a panic and called the police.

If Yi Chen knew about it, he would definitely laugh out loud, and someone was already taking the blame.

Twenty minutes later, four unlucky Japanese were sent to another small secret stronghold near Yi Chen, Yi Chen, and several big men were on them. Each of them received three to four shots, using standard copper warheads commonly used by British guards. In order to make their wounds look like they had actually passed several days, these big men began to rinse their wounds with ice water, and then applied some potions that could cause muscle erosion. Then some antibiotics, anesthetics and other injections into their bodies, proving that they had been rescued.

The bullet was taken out, and the wound was sewn with a few stitches by these guys with thick hands and feet, so a fake Long Shisan made it out. Then, a lead rod wrapped in a rubber layer hit the back of the four unlucky guys hard to ensure that they could not explain their identity after they woke up. A crude fake passport and a small amount of money were stuffed into their pockets, and then the four guys were put into the coffin.

In the New Wembley Stadium, England fans stared at the unbearable scene in a daze. After their team led by 87 minutes 3:0, the Frenchman made five consecutive goals in the last four minutes. Twenty thousand French fans shouted wildly, and countless French flags were waving. The British players stood stupidly on the court, as if they had been beaten stupid. Could it be that British football must be the "king of reverse"?

Yiqian Yichen's younger brother began to get upset. They pulled off the seats under their butts and attacked the French fans in the stands next to them... Countless British fans shouted and began the riots frantically. Some guys began to light the seats in the stands with lighters. Three thousand policemen on the field rushed to the most turbulent place, but were immediately beaten back with blood.

French fans began to leave the court in panic, and 70,000 British fans were wrong. Now they have changed their careers and have been chasing their butts and slapped out from various exits. The commotion gradually expanded and gradually spread out from the new Wembley Stadium.

All the police forces at Scotland Yard were attracted, and countless calls for help were called into the headquarters. As a result, the police who were supposed to accompany the military intelligence department to block traffic were gradually transferred. There was no way, and the commotion was getting bigger and bigger.

Yi Chen's 20,000 younger brothers launched an organized operation in every corner of the city of London. Their group waved steel iron pipes, daggers and other weapons like charge, and beat the gang members from other places who had already seen the target. The British fans who were already poor in character took off their elegant coats and began to chase and beat the fans wearing French jerseys under the stimulation of alcohol. They destroyed the telephone booth, destroyed all public facilities, and smashed hundreds of cars...

Yi Chen's younger brothers used extremely despicable methods. They often pointed at the gangsters from other places and shouted loudly in a standard London accent: "Fuck, they are also French." So countless fans with red eyes rushed up and beat those poor compatriots...

After Kane sent away four Japanese people, he started working with his subordinates. They drove off-road jeep and clashed wildly in the streets and alleys. Anyone who could not stand stalemate in the "war situation" would immediately rush up and beat the gangsters from other places. With the help of Kane's elite forces, Yi Chen's men shouted that they would beat tens of thousands of gangsters from other places to waste people in almost an hour.

The ninjas under Sakura also secretly moved out. Similarly, hundreds of bats were flying excitedly over the city of London. Without exception, their left shoulders were tied with white marks...

The "mad dog" Cary and his group became addicted, and took thousands of brothers to attack everything they saw randomly. Hundreds of people used large-caliber shotguns. With the sound of "boom", fans fighting in the street fled wildly. Inadvertently, Cary also helped Scotland Yard a little...

M's subordinates received the news of the riots of the fans. He just frowned slightly and did not report it to M. British fans had to make some trouble after almost every game, and there was no fuss. But ten minutes later, the agent team leader also came in nervously, rushed into the restaurant, and whispered: "Boss, tens of thousands of fans have rioted because we lost the game. The people at Scotland Yard can no longer cope with the situation. The staff from several other brother departments have been drawn out, and the nearby military base has also been dispatched."

M was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Yi Chen. Yi Chen's head just turned around and he smiled and discussed with Mi Xueer whether it was better to eat eggs or quail eggs. M asked his subordinates a little helplessly: "How is the situation now?"

The team leader whispered to the duty staff at the headquarters, and then smiled bitterly: "The situation is very bad. The gangsters from other places who were monitored by us are now being chased by tens of thousands of people everywhere. It seems that a strong force is causing trouble behind the scenes. The ambulance has taken away thousands of seriously injured people. They are very ruthless and have used weapons."

Fenhus and the other two were stunned. They understood that Yi Chen was taking advantage of the chaos to deal with his people. But

M stood up in anger and punched the dining table hard. Mixueer screamed and patted her chest and said, "Wow, I'm afraid, what's wrong with you?" Durcula's fierce eyes immediately swept at M.

M showed an apologetic look at Mi Xueer, and then said to Yi Chen coldly: "Yi, ask your manipulator to stop immediately."

Yi Chen was very happy, but his face was filled with an innocent expression. He looked at M blankly and said, "Auntie, what's wrong? What angered you? Don't worry, if your subordinates are inconvenient, I will kill that bastard for you...My subordinates? My subordinates are all watching the football with peace of mind, but they have not done anything. Besides, they are not asking for information for you, they have not done anything."

M quickly thought: "Does Yi need this? Maybe he is just dealing with gangsters... No, it's impossible. These people were invited by him. What exactly did he want to do? According to his always-behaved style, he would directly send people to kill the leaders of these gangs, which is the easiest. Moreover, he is an ally with the Ancheti family in Italy, and Stralongen has just returned from Rome... So, he did not deliberately deal with these gangsters. He has other purposes... Yes, other purposes... Yi, let me see what you want to do."

M sat down slowly, pondering without saying a word.

Yi Chen looked unjust: "God, aunt, my subordinates are all law-abiding people. They are law-abiding citizens. Don't wrong them."

But Glenn could no longer sit still, and he stood up suddenly: "Mr. Yi, what happened?...I'm sorry, I'm very grateful for your banquet. We will tell other bosses your proposal. However, it's getting late, and we need to rush back to our city, Harvey, Fenhusse, are you leaving?"

The two stood up, looked at Yi Chen for a long time, nodded and said, "Mr. Yi, we have also said goodbye."

Yi Chen said indifferently: "So, please go easily, the road is not very peaceful. However, I hope you will consider my proposal carefully. If time delays too long, I may change my mind." Under the dining table, Yi Chen kicked Ying and Tang Hu heavily.

Ying and Tang Hu immediately stood up: "Since that's the case, it's still late, Yi, we're leaving."

Yi Chen stood up with a smile and said kindly: "Oh, then, see you next day, I hope you are satisfied with today's dishes... Tiger, the chef is your manpower. If you are not satisfied, then blame yourself. Come on, I'll send you out. Mr. Fenhusse, how do you feel today? Please, oh, aunt, sorry, please wait a moment, and I'll be back soon."

Yi Chen led the five people out with a strange smile. Jester and Chekov, who had been smoking marijuana in the corner of the house, also followed them out swayingly. M gestured for a moment, and the agents began to act silently.
To be continued...