Yi Chen was holding a cigar in his mouth, holding his chin pitifully with both hands, watching Mixue'er accidentally smash a crystal fruit plate to the ground and smashed it to pieces, and moaned in a low voice: "I understand why I sent this girl out. Maybe the father she said was extremely pampered, can't stand her? The bosses of the Dark Controversy Group are naturally happy to recommend someone to hook you up."

Jester stroked her chin: "No matter what she does, I just don't mess with her anyway. She touched my room last night and almost burned me to baldness. Damn, did I mess with her? Ahahahahaha..." Jester suddenly smiled with her belly in her arms.

Yi Chen looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong? Jester, you won't be hit too hard, you've gone crazy, right?"

Jester moaned while holding his stomach, "Oh my God, boss, think about it, if she burned her father to bald, a bald bat flew around under the moon, ahahahaha..."

Yi Chen widened his eyes, suddenly threw the cigar in his mouth, patted Jester's head and laughed wildly. Michelle, who was busy instructing Phil and asked him to clean the fragments, looked back suspiciously, and frowned tightly. Yi Chen's face froze, he yelled a few times, and walked out. Jester looked at Michelle provocatively and muttered: "Damn, I'm just laughing at you, you have the ability to bite me."

Yi Chen had just walked to the door, and Kane had already strode in with a small canvas bag, stood at attention at Yi Chen, and said roaringly: "Boss, I'm back. The matter in Rome has been completed successfully, and the results are now consolidating."

He gently patted Kane's shoulder, Yi Chen slapped his vicious head and pointed at Michelle and said, "Kane, I'll give you a glorious task. This Miss Michelle is Mr. Jester's friend. You have to take good care of her. Do you understand? I'll leave her safety to you. Let's say hello. I'll discuss with Mr. Fatadio, and we can prepare to set off."

Yi Chen walked out, and Kane threw the canvas bag towards Jester's head as he said, then walked to Mixueer, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello Miss Mixueer, my name is Kane, the boss asked me to protect your safety."

Mixue'er raised her toes with difficulty, and was shocked to find that she was still not as tall as Kane's shoulders. She hummed, stretched out her hand with malicious intentions, held it tightly with Kane, and said with a smile: "Oh, Kane, your boss said I can find you to play with me... Hehe." Mixue'er's hand suddenly became like steel bars, tightly holding Le Kane's big hand, intending to make a fool of herself when she met.

It was not Kane who screamed, but Michelle screaming in pain. Kane didn't know any trick of pampering her, and she consciously retaliated and immediately counterattacked instinctively. Her strong muscles contracted violently, and her big hand was like a vise, pinching Michelle's little hand tightly. Michelle also thought that Kane was an ordinary person, and she had no experience. When her hands hurt, her strength immediately dissipated. As a result, Kane grasped it and became even more painful.

Jester laughed wildly on the back of the sofa and said gloatingly: "Our Mr. Kane is a real person, little girl, don't mess with him."

Mixue'er's mouth sagged and she was about to cry again. This time, she hit Kane's fatal hole and apologized continuously. She was played around by Mixue'er and could not get out of it. She unconsciously made countless promises, and Mixue'er burst into tears and smiled.

Jester rudely gestured to Michelle with a middle finger and said viciously: "Little fairy, you're so charming at such a young age?" Michelle looked at Jester strangely and asked him: "What do you mean by your gesture? Hum?"

Jester was stunned and could no longer speak—

At London Airport, an airbus roared through the clouds. During the take-off stage, when all the passengers were sitting in their seats with their seat belts, a steward turned around and was surprised to find Michelle standing in her seat and pointing and muttering in a low voice: "Ah, Sister Feli, is this a plane? It's so fun, your body is light, hehe... it's fun."

Fei Li saw the stewardess' eyes wider and wider, and quickly pulled Michelle down with one hand, tied Michelle to her seat with an apology smile, and asked her: "Then why did you get to the UK? Didn't you say your home is in the Netherlands?"

Mixue yawned and muttered, "Take a boat, it's not fun to go from the sea, it's still the boat built by my grandfather himself. It's almost broken, it's not fun at all..."

Yi Chen and Phil exchanged a strange look on the side. The wooden boat built by Mixue's grandfather is so old this era... Mixue's youngest brother is already over 170 years old.

After finally getting into a flat flight, the stewardess came over and said to Mixue with a smile: "Miss, I'm sorry, please be careful on the plane..." Mixue rolled her eyes and didn't bother paying attention to her. Originally, in Mixue'er's eyes, except for Jester and Kane, two people who had suffered for her, the rest of the human race were just food. May I ask, if a pig advised you to drive carefully, would you listen? If the pig could speak.

Fatadio took a glass of brandy from the stewardess who was pushing the drink cart and asked Yi Chen in a low voice: "Yi, are you just bringing these few people? Well, the boss sent enough people. If we have too many people, I'm afraid..."

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "I brought some people over, but they have to go in batches. Now we are going to New York to have fun first. Fatadio, we can't kill Bill just after getting off the plane. The FBI in the United States is not a pig, so we will doubt us. We shop first, then eat delicious food, then have some comfort entertainment, and then discuss serious things, okay? By the way, do you know that John?"

Fatadio felt that Yi Chen was polite. When he remembered that he wanted to have fun in New York, his heart was relaxed recently, and nodded and said, "Well, John is the boss's friend. His family also has good strength in New York. He is the first person we are going to find."

Yi Chen nodded and exchanged a color with Jester. Jester collapsed softly in his seat, holding a small glass of white wine and sniffing it in a slight way.

In the cargo hold of the plane, in the gaps between several boxes, more than a dozen bats with red bloodthirsty light emitting from their eyes were huddled in grievance. Their bodies were almost squeezed. They cursed the damn new boss, Jester, with a strange "squeak" sound, and cursed the whimsical Mixueer who forced herself to smuggle in order to save money...

Since the stewardess said he could move freely, he had never stopped. He ran around the cabin and didn't know where she got such a good body. Especially when she asked, "Ah, Miss, where is your cockpit? Can I go in and visit?" Several stewardesses became nervous, thinking that they had encountered such a bad thing, so Mixue'er immediately became the target of focus. No matter where she went, at least she had eyes staring at him.

When the plane landed, it was already afternoon. The group quickly found several taxis and told them to follow each other to drive towards Manhattan.

Yi Chen and Fatadio chatted, and Felgore whispered to discuss boxing in the past. Chekov had already poked his head out of the car window and yelled at the beauty on the street, and kissed each other with big eyes. Sally and Kane stared at each other. They didn't think the scenery outside was beautiful. Feli took Michelle and discussed the fashionable clothes of women on the street with great enthusiasm. It seemed that Feli had finally found a soulmate. As for Jester? I don't know how he took the plane on marijuana and how he took him through the customs. At this moment, he was immersed in the environment happily.

A total of seventeen bats flapped their wings and followed the following taxis at an altitude of more than a thousand meters. The vampire who led the lead gushed: "Is it easy for us? He just escaped from the miser leader of the French branch and has now been assigned to two perverted subordinates. The wealth-guarding slave would at least let us make a taxi, but they actually wanted us to fly by ourselves... Satan, curse those two little ghosts."

Sixteen poor bats chirped and echoed, and countless wonderful greetings were dedicated to Jester and Michelle.

The traffic suddenly stopped, and Yi Chen pounded the glass behind the taxi driver's head in dissatisfaction: "Dear, what's going on? Why don't you leave?"

The black driver turned around and shook his head and said, "Hey, buddy, how do I know? Fuck, New York is like this, hey, the group of rich men in Manhattan get off work, and their men get off work, how do I know why the damn New York City government doesn't open two more underground tunnels? Well? You're going to Manhattan, aren't you?"

Yi Chen nodded, looked at the traffic that was almost stopped in front of him, and sighed helplessly, "New York, it's a fucking hell, is the traffic jam so serious?"

Fatadio confessed: "I have never been to New York. My business is usually in Europe... God, man, when will this car be able to pass?"

Shaking his head, he followed the driver who was humming a tongue twister on the radio, shrugging his shoulders, and grimaced exaggeratedly: "Pass? Oh, God, you should stay in the waiting hall for a longer time when you get off the plane, about two hours. If you are lucky, we can go to Manhattan." Just after he finished speaking, he punched his fist on the horn of the car and shouted to the outside: "Brother, don't surpass me, the front is blocked. Do you want to squeeze me out of the road?"

The funny black driver hurriedly turned around and said to Yi Chen: "Looking at these white boys, they don't follow the rules when driving."

Yi Chen was speechless, looking up at the tall buildings near and far away, and whispered: "Fatadio, how much money do you think you can trade in New York in one day?"

Fatadio shook his head and said, "Who knows? I'm afraid the leader of the Federal Reserve is not clear about it... public, private, national, private, legitimate, illegal, at least tens of billions a day, right?"

Yi Chen secretly made a pistol gesture, and Fatadio smiled: "Oh... no, God, you don't need it? Isn't your money enough?"

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Who would think he had more money? Of course, the more he had, the better."

The windshield in front suddenly sounded, and a black bat flew directly from the sky to the window. His two eyes shining with red light swept into the car, squeaking their teeth and claws twice, and then flew up again.

The driver shuddered and cursed loudly: "Fuck, damn bats... Damn, black bats will bring bad luck."

Fatadio laughed: "You are lucky. Before the sky was dark, a bat ran away from your car."

Yi Chen knew what was going on. These vampires were tired from flying in the sky and rushed down to complain. Unfortunately, they found the wrong car. Jester was not in this car.

Behind, in the car where Feli, Michelle and Jester were in, a bat flew directly into the window and landed on Jester's shoulder. Michelle cheered and smiled evilly: "What a good bat, it's just a pet... Well, be good, don't run around." She grabbed the poor vampire with one hand, saw that the driver was not paying attention, and gritted her teeth and pinched her to death for a while, and threw it out of the window.

The poor ghost got up from the road dizzyly, flew up in a hurry, and chirped in fear: "Damn, is that woman from our race? It's so cruel. She's even more cruel than the bastard of the Holy See. Satan, she almost killed me... I want to ask Lord West to transfer me away. I would rather go to Greenland than be under her."—

The traffic finally slowly loosened. These New Yorkers had become accustomed to traffic jams during get off work hours every day, and drove the car to their destination calmly. Yi Chen and the others kneaded their sore legs and slowly got out of the car. Phil threw more than a dozen bills for each driver, stood up and asked, "Are you sure about it here?"

The driver in Yi Chen and his car looked hurt: "Brother, oh, where is your ancestor from Africa? Maybe we are still relatives... Damn I'm sure it's this building."

Yi Chen and the others looked up and said that this was a building about two hundred meters high and covered with black glass walls. Yi Chen muttered: "Are the American family so arrogant? They are actually working in such a building in the most prosperous place in New York? We still have to cover something, right? Hum? Fatadio?"

Fatadio shook his head in confusion: "Our boss's business is not so arrogant. My boss is still the leader of the local area. What are they? Do they think of themselves? Do they? No matter who he is? Go in and take a look."

In the empty hall, several men in black suits greeted him and looked at Yi Chen and the others vigilantly: "Everyone, who are you looking for? This is a private property, maybe you have gone to the wrong door?"

Yi Chen looked at Fatadio. Fatadio shook his hands and gently tidied up the tie for a man in front of him, and said in a strange tone: "Oh? Let's find Mr. John... Mr. Alex of Russia asked us to come, but you may not be able to make the decision, right?"

The men's faces immediately calmed down and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Yali's friend... Please, our boss has given instructions. Once you come here, let you go up. The 35th floor is our own territory. The other floors are rented to those companies for use."

Yi Chen looked at them in surprise: "Is this building the property of your family?"

A man nodded and said, "Yes, but we only used three of them."

When Yi Chen and the others walked into the elevator, Yi Chen whispered: "Phil, learn a little bit. I'm still worried that the money will turn moldy in the bank. It's time for us to invest in some industries with bright appearances...Fatadio, do you think this business is worthwhile?"

Fatadio blinked: "Maybe, of course... Otherwise why would John and the others do this?"

On the 35th floor of the building, more than twenty guys with obvious firearms greeted them in the corridor. After a series of complicated inspections, they were allowed to enter the room where Old Man John was.

John was a bald, thin, and very good-spirited old man. He smiled and opened his hands to greet him: "Welcome, Mr. Fatadio and Mr. Yi Chen... Oh, no need to be polite, no need to be polite. We are friends, and friends should share everything."

Yi Chen hugged him gently and said with a smile: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. John, the more friends you have, the better."

John nodded in approval: "Yes, the more friends, the better. It is unwise to establish enemies meaninglessly." He had obviously heard the whole story from Alex, and secretly glanced at Fatadio. Fatadio smiled bitterly and shrugged helplessly.

John, Fatadio, Yi Chen and Fatadio's subordinates were all standing in the hall. Only Michelle jumped around in the hall, and her body seemed to be very dissonant. Her hand was still getting a sword hanging on the shelf. When she twisted her head, she saw an extremely exquisite porcelain plate. So, along with her hand, the ebony rack, which was two meters tall, fell to the ground.

The loud noise scared Old Man John and almost jumped up. Yi Chen hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, sorry, Miss Michelle is a little more lively, I'm sorry... Phil, Mr. Phil, accompany Miss Michelle."

Phil hurried over to accompany Michelle, but how could he be able to see Michelle? Michelle jumped and disappeared. Phil was so nervous that sweat came out on his forehead. Old Man John's hall was full of decorations. Phil and Old Man John's several people took care of the place and almost cried.

Fei Li couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled Michelle to stand by the glass wall to see the scenery outside, which made Phil and the others get out.

Yi Chen shook his head helplessly and said, "Mr. John, it is impossible to negotiate a serious matter today. When tomorrow, I will ask Fei Li to take Michelle to visit New York. Let's talk about the details."

Old man John had been nervous and sweating all over. The collections in the hall were all his favorite things. If Mixueer smashed a little, would he be embarrassed to ask Yi Chen to compensate? So he nodded repeatedly, hoping that Mixueer, a little girl who was as lively as flea, would she leave quickly.

Yi Chen just turned around and was about to ask Fei Li to take Mixue'er away. Mixue'er kicked the glass wall and made a loud "watch" sound... Before others could pay attention to anything, Yi Chen's sharp eyes had already seen several poor bats being alarmed, let go of their little claws hanging on the gap in the glass, and flew away with a puff...

Yi Chen was speechless. This girl really... I hope she doesn't have any bad things.
Chapter completed!