After leaving Off in Laze, Yi Chen did not stay too much, greeted a few acquaintances around him who came to play ball, and walked out with a smile. As soon as he got into his car, Yi Chen started to scold: "This bitch, Raze, gave him three million last time and asked him to spend it, but this time he actually told me to use it all. Phil, I will send him five million in two days. Does he think I am a printing factory? Damn bastard, I recommend Off to him, but he is reluctant... Bah, he doesn't think about the photo of him looking for a prostitute last time, which is still in my hand. Damn, when he is useless, kill him with a shot."

Phil nodded and started the car.

Yi Chen suddenly laughed: "Ahh, we have been back for two days, but we have forgotten our dear Mr. Chekov. His precious ass, I don't know that his injury has healed at all... Gentlemen, well, that boy likes money. Let's go and get some money and let him sleep as a pillow, poor boy."

Phil, Gore laughed and speeded up and headed towards Chinatown.

When Yi Chen walked upstairs, Jester was sitting on the sofa, holding marijuana in his mouth, and was stunned at the pile of flying knives in front of him. Fei Li rolled her eyes and sat next to her and flipped through several magazines. Seeing Yi Chen coming in, she quickly stood up and threw herself into his arms, and said with a smile: "Chekov doesn't know what's wrong with his head. I have asked people to get a lot of blades here these days. Well... Is he going to participate in the World Championship? But there is only the Darts Championship."

Yi Chen walked over, picked up a blade and looked carefully. It was made of excellent stainless steel, extremely thin, almost the thickness of the razor blade, only five centimeters long and one centimeter wide, and overall it was a willow leaf shape. Yi Chen shook his head: "What is this kid doing? With such a light blade, he can't fly out. This requires strong wrist strength and accurate head... Well, where are others?"

Philee shook her head and said helplessly: "It's been two days since I've been back, and you haven't seen him yet. Chekov said there is something to tell you, but he just told you one person."

Yi Chen smiled: "Does he want to tell me that he can throw these blades out and kill people? Where is he now?"

Jester yawned: "He? He was in the computer room with his buttocks sticking out. I don't know whose server he likes, and is attacking others like crazy. Oh, isn't it just the little armor and sword in the game? There is actually an idiot who bought it from him, damn..."

Yi Chen sat helplessly on the sofa, pointed at Phil and said, "Call him, Mr. Phil, I want to see what Chekov wants to say? Is it so mysterious? I have to see me before I can say it?"

Phil smiled and walked towards the elevator in the corner of the house. The new Chinatown was modified using a nightclub of a boss before. There were already many secret passages and dark rooms. Yi Chen and others reopened some new rooms according to their needs.

Yi Chen gently threw up the blade in his hand, and a faint airflow blew the blade, making it churn in the air. Yi Chen was thinking whether Chekov was so tired of being scrupulously by the agents of MI6. He was a little dizzy and actually played with the blade... But seeing that he was still attacking other people's game servers, he was still awake. How did this kid pull it?

While thinking about it, Chekov had already followed Phil carefully, wearing an extremely fat shorts on his lower body, and his waist was erected toward the front, carefully preventing the wound on his butt and the gauze on the wound to rub against his pants.

Yi Chen smiled: "Chekov, your spirit looks good. Ah, you actually started playing with knife. Has the trend of this world changed again? Should I start playing with nuclear warheads?"

When Chekov saw Yi Chen, he rushed over excitedly. Feili's eyes turned cold and he snorted. Chekov heard the humming and stopped quickly and muttered to Feili: "Dear Miss, I'm not a woman... The boss won't like me, you're too..." Feili glared at her eyes, Chekov quickly shook his hand, changed the topic, and said to Yi Chen with great excitement: "Boss, I suddenly realized that Chekov is a genius. Really, I'm really a genius, it's so amazing... But I just don't tell Jester, I must let you know first that I, Chekov, are not a waste."

Yi Chen smiled: "All right, let's go, what have you discovered? Have you broken through the Federal Bank of America's system? So I really want to congratulate you... Oh my God..."

Before Yi Chen finished speaking, Chekov could not wait to offer treasures. His eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the more than thirty flying blades on the table. A faint blue ripples actually came out from his forehead. The flying blades slowly rose into the air, and then began to rush into the air. Gradually, the speed became faster and faster, making a howling sound of breaking through the air. Chekov's eyes opened suddenly and roared wildly. The blades flew into a silver rainbow. A 'cry' sound like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, which penetrated nearly three centimeters deep into the door. The tail of the knife trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.

Just as the blade first started to fly into the air, Yi Chen, Philee, and Jester couldn't help but stand up. Phil, Gore and the black men's eyes widened. At the end, they saw a little black staring at Chekov in Baibai's eyes, which was extremely funny.

Sweat oozed out of Chekov's forehead and he gasped and said, "Boss, I'll practice the kung fu you taught me. Ah, I'm a genius... in more than half a month, right? Ah, you said, how did I practice? Ha, I Chekov..."

Yi Chen had already flashed to him, grabbed his wrist veins with both hands, and a stream of true energy penetrated into Chekov's body and began to explore the situation in his body. Yi Chen was shocked to find that there was actually the most primitive star power cycle in Chekov's body, and the weak but endless true energy slowly flowed in his dantian. At the same time, unlike Phile, Jester, Phil, and Gore, the natural ability to control natural forces was different. Chekov's brain was particularly developed. Under the stimulation of the true energy, it stimulated his ability to control external objects remotely. Judging from his performance just now, for ordinary people, their strength should not be underestimated.

Jester walked over carefully and asked in a low voice: "Boss, is Chekov normal? He won't let the devil possess you, right? Damn God, he has only been practicing for a few days? I used it for a month to get the most basic true energy. Is it possible?"

Chekov said loudly, "Hey, buddy...hey, boss, you said, me, how did I practice? Is this also superpower? Isn't it?"

Yi Chen sighed: "Poor Chekov..."

Chekov was stunned: "Boss, don't scare me, has something happened to me? You said, "zouhuorumo" (pinyin in Chinese) is the most terrifying thing, am I..."

Yi Chen smiled and patted his face gently: "No, Mr. Chekov, I mean, you are pitiful... I am very helpless to tell you that from today on, you will bid farewell to your previous life. There will be no more spirits, drugs and countless women in your life. I will train your talents like devilish hell... You will practice with me in the future, because your talents are really amazing. If you are really an ordinary person, just a powerful computer hacker, I can indulge you to waste your life. But since you have such a good talent, then I must save you from the fall..."

Yi Chen reached into Chekov's top pocket, took out a small bundle of marijuana, and handed it to Jester. Jester accepted with a smile, looking at Chekov gloatingly.

Chekov screamed: "No, boss, you can't do this, without marijuana, wine and women, my life will be gone."

Yi Chen slapped him hard: "Fuck, you asked me to teach you, and you also swear to become a strong man who is no longer bullied at will. Would you give up like this? Can you compare with Jester? His talent is physical, and a corrupt life will not hurt his physique, and your talent lies in your developed brain, and your body is so bad... Every night in the future, I will spend two hours to restore your messy body. When you reach Jester's level, I will no longer care about your private life, do you understand?"

Chekov looked at the marijuana in Jester's hand with bitter face. Jester viciously sucked out a piece of marijuana, lit it very comfortably, and took a heavy breath.

Chekov bit his teeth: "So, okay, boss... Anyway, I'm talking about me and I'm responsible for my words, boss... But, half a bottle of vodka every day, how about it? I'm three bottles a day now."

Yi Chen said coldly: "One glass, Chekov, just one glass, but I will allow you to drink some red wine with a meal. That's it, there is no room for negotiation."

Looking at Chekov's mournful face, Yi Chen almost laughed happily. Those blades could penetrate the big oak door so deep, which shows how powerful the force attached to the blade was... Yi Chen seemed to have seen that under Chekov's control, a sharp blade penetrated someone's heart from thousands of meters away. It was such a treasure. Chekov... Yi Chen began to regret that he had ignored this slug too much before. Well, Kane, if he also started practicing the "Star Breaking" technique, I don't know what a wonderful scene it would be.

When I taught Jester and the others last time, Kane refused on the grounds that he was too stupid and could not understand the mantra. Now that he knew the technique of passing on his mind, then force Kane to start practicing. The more powerful subordinates, the better—

In a corner of Buckingham Palace, there was a large ornate room. Arthur lay weakly on the bed, guarding three round table knights. In the room, a tall and thin man walked back and forth, sighing and said, "Duke Arthur, what do you think of? That person's goal must be the treasures of our royal family. I may not care about the loss of property after the treasures were stolen, but I have to pay attention to the reputation of our royal family, do you know? That is the symbol of our royal family."

Arthur smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, they are not ordinary people either."

This man who kept walking in the room was the current British King Charles.

The three round table knights didn't say anything, and it wasn't their turn to speak anyway. Arthur struggled to support his body, leaned against the pile of soft cushions at the head of the bed, and said in a deep voice: "These people are much more difficult to deal with than the thieves we dealt with before. Not only did they have a very powerful master, but they soon discovered our weakness and actually used sniper rifles to deal with me... Before summoning the sword in the stone, my ability was only a little stronger than that of ordinary people. The holy power in our body could not be used to attack or defend. They were very difficult to deal with."

Charles frowned: "Arthur, my dear Arthur, then what do you think you should do? Do you want me to ask the Ministry of Defense to mobilize troops to guard the Tower of London?"

Arthur shook his head firmly: "No, I can kill an army of a thousand people by myself, and that person can, the army? It's useless, and it's easy for the people to know something they shouldn't know."

Charles spread his hands helplessly: "Then, we have lost those treasures."

Arthur smiled: "No, have you forgotten? There are twelve knights of the round table here, and they can resist that person, absolutely. Since the twelve knights of the round table can defeat me, then they can defeat that person even more... At the same time, I will go to Scotland."

Charles looked at him blankly: "Scotland? Can you hold on to your body now? And, what are you doing in Scotland?"

Arthur looked up at the sky: "Before his death, King Arthur put some things on a high ground in Scotland. I want to retrieve these things, which are some items that can make me stronger... Of course, the most important one is the soul of the sword in the stone. What I am using now is the body of the sword in the stone, and the sword in the stone without soul cannot exert its most powerful power."

Charles pondered for a while: "Are you sure?"

Arthur nodded and smiled and said, "Please prepare me a special plane? I need two reliable pilots who don't talk nonsense. I'm going to set off for Scotland right away. We don't have time to waste. Who knows when they will come back?"

Charles nodded, without saying much, and walked out like that.

The three knights of the round table then spoke: "Sir, are you leaving alone?"

Arthur shrugged helplessly: "You twelve people are the best cooperation organization. Without one person, you can't exert your greatest strength. Wait until I come back, be careful, that person is very powerful. He has some strange tools that can easily injure us. Be careful."

The three round table knights nodded respectfully, but in their hearts, the honor of being the noblest knight made them unable to raise any alertness to Yi Chen. If the enemy is really powerful, why should we use a sniper rifle to deal with our own adults? There is only one explanation: they are too weak, they are despicable villains, and they dare not confront us head-on. With such an enemy, we can easily defeat them-

Yamaguchi Mu was drinking tea at the tea pavilion, and the young man was feeding fish by the pond with a calm expression. It seemed that he was there in Yamaguchi Mu, and those amazing carp were almost what he carp was most concerned about. The long sword with a faint black light was still floating three meters behind him.

Yamaguchi Ki took a sip and waved his hand to leave all the maids and servants around him, leaving the young man who threw fish grains into the pond ten meters away.

"Sakura, there is news coming to the UK, it's very bad news."

Sakura turned around and showed an evil smile: "Is it the Five Elements Alliance and those genres that have completely destroyed the entire army of ninjas? This is good news."

Yamaguchi sighed: "If they were all dead, then that would be a good thing. Unfortunately, now we are all one hundred of our special ninjas, and none of the people from the Five Elements Alliance survived. But those ninjas of those genres, well, Takakura of Koga ran away with more than one hundred ninjas. The three old men of Koga Santo were actually shot dead by someone, hum..."

Ying tilted her head: "So, who did it? The British army would not cause such harm, right? Or, if the British dispatched their troops, it would be their misfortune."

Yamaguchi said gritting his teeth: "The Chinese people, the information sent back by Takakura said that it was the Chinese sects who brought revenge. So many of us masters did not have any strength to resist and were killed."

Ying suddenly laughed out loud: "Is the Chinese sect so powerful? It's really strange. If they were really so powerful, they wouldn't have taken action seventy years ago?"

Yamaguchi Ki looked at him coldly: "Sakura, remember, never underestimate the Chinese. If those monks hadn't happened to encounter their heavenly tribulation seventy years ago, do you think we would be rampant on their land? ...Koga Sanhu himself said that at that time he met a monk. They shouldn't provoke him when they were slaughtering the village, but they were knocked away by a sword and almost killed."

Ying frowned: "But the three old guys finally boasted that they had chased that person for thousands of miles. Is it fake again?"

Yamaguchi Kiho glanced at him: "The actual situation is that when the man resisted the heavenly tribulation, he was attacked by three old ghosts. He was seriously injured and fled thousands of miles away. The three old ghosts failed to catch up with him."

Ying smiled: "Is that monk an idiot? He is still walking outside when the heavenly tribulation is approaching."

Yamaguchi Mu took a sip of tea: "If you don't say so much nonsense, it's because they have too high skills and don't care about the average century-old heavenly tribulation at all... Humph, since everyone has died anyway, I'm sure it's the Chinese. We have to consider how to deal with it now."

Ying's eyebrows raised: "Kill Shangchina?"

Yamaguchi Ki almost laughed: "Are you crazy? Unless Japan and China start a war, there may be a chance of winning, but all the sects of our sects attacking the monks of China will be dead... Don't forget that our magic source is just the two of them not very powerful sects, and they are the introductory mantras in their classics... Baga, the idiot who steals mantras, won't he steal more advanced things? It is said that some Chinese people can practice to the point of becoming immortals, and we in Japan have never heard of anyone who has reached this level... Baga."

Ying threw all the fish into the water: "You haven't said what to do?"

Yamaguchi was stunned for a moment, damn it, didn't you change the topic? Why did it come down to me again? He said depressedly: "You go to the UK and lead the 200 people from Fenglin Volcano to go to the UK through open channels. We can't take risks anymore, our smuggling route must be opened as soon as possible."

Sakura nodded and stood up: "I'm going to England, did Yamaguchi listen to me, or did I listen to Yamaguchi? Well, Master, or Master Father."

Yamaguchi Ki lowered his face: "What did you say? Baga... Of course, I listen to my incompetent brother... Although he is incompetent, he has more experience than you. Learn from him well about his principles of being a person. Young people, you must learn to be humble, do you understand?"

Sakura snorted dissatisfiedly and whispered: "Why, I want me to bow my head to that incompetent bastard. Of course, I am just an illegitimate child. I am already grateful for your ability to bring me back to Yamaguchi's house."

Yamaguchi Ki's figure flashed, rushed to him suddenly, and slapped him hard: "Baga, what did you say?"

He suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry, Ying... But I want you to understand, I admit your identity, I only have you, you, you know... Work hard, I swear to the great god that this family will be yours in the future."

Ying raised her eyebrows: "So, what should I do if that uncle?"

Yamaguchi Ki looked at him and said coldly: "He? I need him to handle the affairs outside, so I promised that he would become the successor of our family. Do you understand? Idiot... I have added your name to the genealogy and destined to be my direct heir. Don't I want to leave my position to my only son?"

Sakura smiled warmly: "Then, I'll go to London and listen to my incompetent uncle's teachings. But I want many masters, yes, don't hide my own personal information. Fenglin Volcano, let me take all the masters you can find. Anyway, it's useless to stay in Japan."

Yamaguchi shook his head: "Two hundred special ninjas and advanced ninjas, those special masters cannot be brought with you. We want to keep them and suppress those people from the Five Elements Alliance, hum..."

Ying shook her head: "Then, if I don't go, an ordinary bullet can kill me. I don't think my strength can resist modern weapons. The British can kill me with two heavy guns... By then, you will be the last one, father."

Yamaguchi was stunned for a moment, pondered for a long time, and nodded fiercely: "Baga, you bastard... Then, come with me... I will give you strength... But you must remember that your behavior must be worthy of what I gave today."

Sakura smiled: "Oh... Is there any secret I don't know within 'Lin'?"

Yamaguchi Ki snorted proudly: "I said, you are still a young man... Come with me."

Among the vast building complex, Yamaguchi Mu arrived at a remote building with cherry turns and walked in with big strides. Yamaguchi Mu closed his eyes, and gradually a circle of white light appeared on his body, gathering into a white air and shooting towards the ground. The ground was sinking, and a descending staircase slowly appeared.

Sakura was stunned for a moment: "Use the ghost on his body to open the secret door?"

Yamaguchi Ki smiled: "So only the owner of Lin can open him. Even if the others know the existence of the secret room, they will not be able to enter."

Sakura smiled disdainfully: "Then, I can just hire a digger and I can get what's inside... If I knew the secret room exists."

Yamaguchi Ki was stunned for a moment and roared: "Baga, is it really a samurai and Onmyoji who should act? Bastard, this kind of secret room can only be opened by traditional methods, and no evil ways are allowed to be used."

Sakura muttered: "Please, it's the 20th century now. If there is a more labor-saving and convenient way, why should we force ourselves? For a thousand years, we can only kill people with knives, but now we can use guns. My father, the times have changed."

Yamaguchi Ki almost died of anger, and angrily unfolded his sleeves and walked down with Sakura.

Below is a large cube space, a painted black armor floating in the center, and a sword shadow floats in front of the armor. Both items look just a light and shadow, and have no entity.

Yamaguchi said in a deep voice: "The demon sword you used is real name 'Shayue'; the sword shadow here is its soul, and this armor was used by Oda Nobunaga back then. The reason why he became the so-called 'Sixth Heavenly Demon King' is also related to it... According to the imperial law I taught you, you should take them away."
To be continued...