In the "Songhe Tower", a large number of diners are entering and exiting the gate, and now it is indeed time for people to enjoy lunch. The old men in the Chinese area came over with a small teapot and prepared to drink a few cups in small cups. Those Londoners or tourists from other places who came to the Chinese area were deeply attracted by the taste of fried and cooking, and their legs were involuntarily approached the "Songhe Tower".

Yi Chen, Yi Yang, Yi Kong, Yi Qing and Yi Qing, and when Mr. Zhang appeared in the first floor lobby of the "Songhe Tower", Tang Hu was holding a black-painted tea tray with a smile, walking back and forth between the tables in the lobby with flying steps, and delivering exquisite food to the guests in a gentle tone. There were twenty-four young people like Tang Hu. They were running back and forth between the tables and chairs as if they were wearing butterflies, but the wide Tang suits on their bodies did not bring a trace of wind.

Mr. Zhang murmured: "Good Kung Fu... Mr. Yi, who are they?"

Yi Chen said lightly: "They call themselves Longmen, they are very strong and very strong. If they are given weapons and trained for a while, I think they can attack the White House directly... At least the walls of the White House are of no use to them."

Tang Hu suddenly saw Yi Chen and the others. He quickly threw the tea tray in his hand at the money cabinet in the hall. A little old man grabbed it with one hand and gently placed it on the cabinet. Tang Hu greeted him and shouted: "Five distinguished guests, please... Mr. Yi, you are really a believer."

Yi Chen smiled faintly: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say... I said I would like to give you an answer."

Tang Hu shook his head: "We already know, at least we already know what you do."

Yi Chen stopped suddenly and looked at him tightly.

Tang Hu smiled: "A boss in London likes to eat Chinese food. After getting drunk, he accidentally said that he got some news. We checked the news and found that it seemed to have something to do with you... and they all died. The final winner is you. We are not stupid either, Mr. Yi."

Mr. Zhang smiled: "Young and promising, well, very good, your intelligence system..."

Tang Hu quickly glanced at Mr. Zhang, nodded slightly and said, "With Master Guan, Mr. Yi, it's not convenient for us to talk... Let's make an appointment in the future, and our old man wants to set you a table of wine."

Mr. Zhang frowned and looked at Tang Hu and said, "I'm not a master, young man, have you made a mistake?"

Tang Hu smiled strangely: "There is a smell on the official's body, which can't be concealed no matter how you hide it... Mr. Yi, please, there is a special private room upstairs, which is very confidential... Mr. Yi, I'm very sorry, we don't want to deal with official people for the time being, so if you bring these friends, we can only do our best to be a landlord."

Tang Hu led the way in front, Yi Chen and the other five followed slowly, and glanced out of the corner of their eyes. You could see a few young men dressed like Tang Hu had already rushed upstairs, and the waiters above were all in a mess.

Yi Chen smiled and said to Mr. Zhang: "I originally wanted to contact you some feelings, but it seems that the other party refused."

Mr. Zhang looked at the wind-like movements of the waiters around him and sincerely exclaimed: "I have to worry about it. If I can get in touch with them... they can be similar to those in our Dragon Group..."

Yi Chen looked at Mr. Zhang with a flash of eyes. Mr. Zhang was stunned. He beat him a few times and responded. Tang Hu smiled endlessly, not knowing whether he had heard it.

Old man Tang Biao did not take a crutch, and strode to the private room. After giving three bowls to everyone, he didn't say a word, and then walked out without saying a word. Tang Hu followed him out and pulled up the door of the private room.

Mr. Zhang wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and sighed repeatedly: "What a sharp old man, amazing, three bowls of wine are the same as drinking water... Mr. Yi, I heard you are interested in that batch of goods?"

Yi Chen nodded: "Yes, I'm very interested. Anyway, you can't transport it back easily after you get it. It's better to let me do it directly, so it's also a waste of trouble for my junior brothers."

Mr. Zhang smiled: "I understand why Yi Yang and the others strongly asked me to meet you... Well, no wonder Mr. Yi has such a big situation in London. Haha, once people like you are out of shackles, they can even poke a hole in the sky, right?"

Yi Chen also laughed: "Yes, I was driven out of the sect, so naturally no one cares about me... However, Mr. Zhang must not underestimate the dark forces here. If I hadn't been able to carefully turn around between several major forces, I would have been killed by them long ago."

Yi Kong asked in a blow: "Senior Brother, who else can do what we do? At worst, the seven of us brothers set up the Star-breaking Sword Formation..."

Yi Yangqing shouted: "Shut up, senior brother didn't ask you to speak."

Yikong quickly picked up a piece of mushroom with chopsticks and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Yi Chen smiled: "Many very powerful people can probably be compared to our great reincarnation, or even higher... I don't want you to despise these underground forces in Europe too much. Some of them are very strong and very strong. In front of them, I can only stab them from behind with my tail between them and sneakily."

Yi Yang looked at Yi Chen blankly, and Yi Chen nodded at him with a smile: "Remember, even if your power is invincible in the world, a sneak attack behind a person who is only half your strength may kill you. You must remember. Last time, I killed a holy knight from the Holy See. If he was wearing a full set of holy weapons, then I could not touch him at all, but he was too careless and careless... Remember, Yiyangzi, remember that power struggle is more useful than strength in many cases."

Mr. Zhang applauded gently and smiled: "Mr. Yi, Zhang has been taught. So, if we let Mr. Yi obtain this batch of arms, what benefits can we get?"

Yi Chen said treacherously without giving in at all: "Didn't you get the benefits? You can solve this problem without any one of you."

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "That's not possible. We can actually exchange the arms in the plan for a little money. At least two years of funds for my group are enough. Although Mr. Yi Yang and his colleagues are Mr. Yi's fellow disciples, they are now my subordinates. We still have to settle the accounts clearly."

Yi Chen licked his lips and chewed a calves waist meat with relish. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I won't give it too high, absolutely not."

Mr. Zhang smiled: "I won't ask for too much, either."

Yi Chen looked at Mr. Zhang: "A batch of top-secret information from the British MI6, their list of 39 senior spies, and they are given one person to David, the director of the European Department, to live first... I can only pay this little price. If it is higher, I will knock Yi Yang and the others out of the way. You can rob these arms yourself."

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, slowly put down his chopsticks, and held his wine glass tightly: "Dear Yi, what did you say just now? Did you bomb the building of MI6? Those missing documents are in your hands?"

Yi Chen's eyes flashed with a cute fox-like light. He quickly touched Mr. Zhang, and said with a smile: "I didn't say anything... Maybe you heard it wrong."

Mr. Zhang smiled: "Yes, yes, I heard it wrong. Then, this batch of arms belongs to you... That David is the guy who was just promoted by my grandmother? The guy who once was very powerful in the Middle East?"

Yi Chen nodded and smiled and said, "He loves his wife and children very much, so when I point my pistol at their heads, he becomes my person... I am actually a decent British gentleman, but he always forces me to do something I don't want to do."

Mr. Zhang moved his seat and said excitedly: "Then, the deal was completed... However, as a friend, I would like to remind Mr. Yi, that M, the old woman who has never dared to marry, the person who calls her grandmother in that circle is not easy to deal with. I know that the precepts of people like you cannot use their own power to deal with ordinary people at will. Then, this old lady happens to be your most troublesome opponent, and her brain and structure are very special."

Yi Chen smiled: "It's okay, I know how to deal with her... I have made some strong friends, and they will take care of me."

Mr. Zhang laughed, constantly laughing, as if a wealthy mistress was happy to see a gold mine.

Yi Chen also looked at him with a smile: "Dear Zhang, can you tell me the specific list of those arms?"

Mr. Zhang nodded: "The number is not very large, it is enough to arm a digital combat brigade... Well, there are 5,000 sets of British Land Warriors' individual combat systems, 20 advanced ground-to-air individual missile launchers, twenty self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, one hundred self-propelled mortars, forty high-motorized assault armored vehicles, and other special equipment with about fifty containers."

Mr. Zhang looked at Yi Chen maliciously: "We had a headache at first, even if we robbed this batch of goods, how to escape the naval patrol fleets of Britain and France. Now it seems that it doesn't matter... Mr. Yi Chen has great magical powers, and London is your territory. It should be no problem to digest this batch of goods."

Yi Chen also looked at Mr. Zhang a little dazedly: "Digestion? Joke, Mr. Zhang, I have no plan to form an army for the time being... Well, it is very easy to eat them, but where are those big firepower weapons placed? Damn, who ordered these things? Does it cost money?"

Mr. Zhang shrugged: "Anyway, the freight is shipped to Southeast Asia, I have no right to disclose the specific information, please apologize."

Yi Chen said softly: "Yes, it doesn't matter. I think, the individual combat system is very useful. Those small-caliber assault rifles are the best goods; missiles are also useful, I can use them to deal with... Self-propelled anti-cannons may be too hot, but the old mank will be happy to digest. Self-propelled mortars, fuck, what if I eat him... High-motorized assault armored vehicles? After the makeover, our security company can use it... Very good, the deal was completed, Mr. Zhang, the deal... I am very satisfied with this deal. Maybe we can continue to cooperate in some other aspects in the future... I mean, since my master has already been with you..."

Yi Chen looked at Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang smiled so happily with his lips pursed, and said repeatedly: "Of course, we also hope to have a collaborator like you. In our information, Mr. Yi's family has real contacts... Haha."

Yi Yang and the other two looked at the two of them bargainingly and could no longer speak.

Mr. Zhang kept attacking a plate of vinegar soaked jellyfish hair, and said to Yi Chen with a harmonious voice: "Then, please... I will find a way to clear my relationship with you, we don't know anything."

Yi Chen nodded and thought for a while: "In a week, Member Wilkins of the House of Commons will hold an open-air banquet. Do I need me to get you a few invitations?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "No need, I can do it."

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In Tokyo, Japan, in a vast garden, surrounded by small pine trees, in a small wooden tea pavilion, Yamaguchi Kian sat on a small futon. Opposite him was an old man with a gray hair, a hard face, and a whole body of muscles. Several women in kimono were carefully holding a set of red mud tea sets beside him, and wisps of fragrance were floating around the tea pavilion.

Outside the tea pavilion is a small pond. Following a bamboo pole, clear spring water dripped into the pond like the sound of nature. More than a dozen carp with a market price of more than ten million yen were swimming happily inside. A young man wearing a white saurus squirrel sprinkled with long hair on his waist and a handsome face was throwing fish into the pond, with a black sheathed four-foot sword quietly and strangely suspended two meters behind him.

Yamaguchi Ki looked at the young man, gently waved the fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Long Shangjun, you should make a decision. You five major families of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and your Jin tribe is still in good relationship with our Fenglin Volcano. We can connect. Is your secret Five Elements Alliance really that important?"

The sound on the dragon was like a pounding steel. He stretched out his hand and took the teacup brought by the maid. He was not afraid of being hot. He poured it into his mouth in one mouth and said in a muffled voice: "No, Yamaguchi, they all said you are an old fox. The first one must discuss things with me. He told me that I can't believe you."

Yamaguchi looked aggrieved: "Dragon, why did you say that? When did I deceive you for so many years?"

The dragon blinked his eyes and thought for a long time before saying, "It seems yes, but you bullied me on Mount Fuji when you were a child."

Yamaguchi Ki almost pirated the teacup in his hand, and kept cursing in his heart: "Damn it, this guy practiced the golden-type Dunjia technique and his head turned into an iron lump? Bah, when will the Chinese Dunjia Sect come to Japan to kill you bunch of waste..."

Yamaguchi Ki hung a kind smile: "Dragon, do you still remember what happened at that time? That would be too unlike a samurai. Let's do this, give your Golden Clan a seat in our highest group so that your clan can participate in the highest level of things. What do you think? As long as you support my proposal in the next juhua conference, gather our strength to go to Europe to open up a new territory."

Yamaguchi took advantage of the fact that Dragon Shang had not yet reacted and said quickly: "Don't pay attention to the other four Five Elements Alliance families. You and I are friends, so, our Lin and you Jin should be friends... Dragon Shangjun, do you really want to make me sad?"

Long Shang thought for a long time and nodded slowly.

Yamaguchi smiled: "Then, please let me know everything, and I will arrive at the conference in a few days."

The young man who was feeding fish by the pond suddenly had his eyebrows standing up and said, "Baga, who?"

The long sword behind him let out a dragon roar, and a black lightning slashed towards the crown of the big tree thirty meters away. The young man and Yamaguchi Ki rose into the air at the same time, and four slaps were slashed out fiercely. Dragon Shang looked at the scene blankly, and his skin suddenly turned silver, and he punched at the big tree, and asked loudly, "Yamaguchi, what's wrong?"

Three tiny black shadows flew up quickly from the canopy and ran towards the garden with great speed.

The young man's long sword shot towards him, and a black shadow groaned, and his left hand was cut off. However, he and his two companions suddenly shrouded in a layer of blood light, and escaped with a speed of more than ten times higher.

Yamaguchiki stood dumbly at the top of the branches and roared: "Baga, a group of waste, actually let the water man get in like this."

The young man lazily stretched out his sword and pulled it back, inserted it into the scabbard flying behind him. Just as he was about to ask a question, a silver light slashed over and the big tree was shattered. Suddenly, Yamaguchi Muxiao fell down with a gray face, and stood up in the air, then stood firm on the ground.

Long Shang looked at Yamaguchi Ki blankly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Sorry, Yamaguchi, I will compensate for this tree... Well, there is such a big tree as Gaoluye. I will dig a few of the people that the old monk owes me."

Yamaguchi Ki looked at Long Shang so angry that he couldn't speak, and made a vicious color at the young man.

The young man gently swept up, directly over the wall, leaving a question: "That's the water-shui Dunjia, right? Using their blood as a prop for Dunjia, their warriors should not be underestimated."

Yamaguchi snorted coldly: "No matter what, Tokyo is our territory, kill the three of them."

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Two days later, Venice, night, late at night.

Four men in windbreakers quickly walked into the tavern of the one-eyed Longweiss, and the leader shook his finger and said, "I'm sorry, one cup, one cup and one cup."

Weiss heard their weird English pronunciation and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn, are you guys, Japanese monkeys, playing tricks on me? You have already had a drink. I never do repetitive business here. Get out, get out of here."

The Japanese who led the lead approached the bar and looked around carefully. Weiss hammered heavily on the table: "Fuck, get out of your business... It was just to take over your business, which made me scolded by them. What the hell is going on? You yellow monkeys are really bad luck from hell. They said I leaked the secret, fuck, God's mother testified, and I, Weiss, said nothing."

The Japanese man shrewd: "We will increase the price for 300 million US dollars, we will want Yamaguchi and everyone around him. 300 million US dollars, and we will add an additional 300 million US dollars. This is the largest number we can take out now... The deadline, one month, one month, plus the previous 100 million US dollars, a total of 400 million US dollars, we will want Yamaguchi and everyone around him."

Weiss looked at them coldly: "Bastard, you are so rich? 300 million? Damn, is this person so difficult to deal with?"

The Japanese nodded: "We have the strength, but we can't deal with him, otherwise we will violate the oath and we will all die... You, find 'them' to deal with Yamaguchi Ki, even if you use a nuclear warhead to blow Tokyo into ruins, it doesn't matter. In short, let Yamaguchi Ki and the people around him die within a month..."

Weis nodded and was about to say something, the door was kicked open by force.

A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously with noble blood, rushed in, followed by several bodyguard-like men.

Weiss roared: "Damn, little bastard, didn't your mom teach you what kind of politeness? Get out of here, I'm closing."

The young man obviously drank a lot of wine and said drunk: "One glass, I only have one glass, one glass is enough. I will drink one glass and leave."

Weiss and the Japanese looked at each other in a little surprised. The Japanese carefully covered their faces with their collars, nodded and said, "So, that's it?"

Weiss thought for a while: "According to the old rules, they started to time after receiving the message. For a month, I don't guarantee that they agree."

The Japanese agreed to his proposal, and the four people walked towards the door under the gaze of the bodyguards. A bodyguard suddenly hit the Japanese leading the abdomen with a fierce elbow. The four Japanese bodies suddenly accelerated and walked out of his elbows like a breeze... Several bodyguards looked at the scene in amazement, and a cool air slowly rose from under the abdomen.
To be continued...