Chapter 14: Opening Celebration
It's been a month since that whole business with the Vatican, and everything seems to have calmed down. No one had any losses, and through some secret channel, Sigon had finally managed to return the Holy Armor, which had been broken in many places, back to the Vatican. The Dark Council had sealed the holy sword they had gotten with a blood spell, thrown it into a long abandoned pit, and sealed it with hundreds of tons of concrete. The heads of Scotland Yard got a reprimand and probably a month's bonus, but nothing major.
The only thing that was a little depressed was probably the arms dealer who was approached by Officer Carl, because once, when making a delivery, he sent a small batch of arms that were not of very good quality to Yiduan, and Yiduan nonchalantly sold him out, and as a result, on the second day after Carl's visit to the door, the guy ran away and ran to the beach near Mount Vesuvius to get away with it, and by the looks of things, there was no hope of returning to the United Kingdom in this lifetime.
Still sitting in his general manager's office on the twenty-third floor, looking at the rare sunlight shining on the entire city of London, Yi Duan released his voice and sang: "Hallelujah. Praise God, my dear, you have finally given this dead city of London a little bit of light."
Phyllis sat on the sofa in the corner and replied, "Boss, this Swiss tourbillon watch is so exquisite, it's limited to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pieces worldwide." The big watery eyes looked over fondly.
Yi Chuan was in the right mood and waved his hand, "OK, baby, tell Phil to order a few pieces, we'll have one for each hand. Of course, dear Philly baby wants two, hehehe." Sure enough Phyllie blushed profusely, Yi Duan really didn't know what she wanted so many watches for, now she had put more than thirty pieces of famous watches inside the jewelry box.
Phil suddenly knocked on the door and came in, a bit strange, "Boss, that old guy Wiggins asked someone to send an invitation to you, inviting you to attend the opening ceremony of his new venue. What do you mean?"
Yi Duan asked with a bit of surprise, "His new field? Has he opened another stable? This old man, doesn't he mind having enough money? Of course, no one can have too much money. Okay, okay, prepare a good horse feed, let's give him some face and go attend this celebration."
Phil nodded and walked out, ten minutes later, he came back in and looked at Yi Dust with a slightly odd face.
Yi Dust snapped his fingers and handed the jade pendant between the fingers of his right hand to his left hand, looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, he said with a thick smile, "Mr. Phil I knew you were a candidate for the best butler, and it seems that I really wasn't wrong. Uh-huh, is there any new news? Did I guess wrong that the old man who smells like horse slop didn't run the stable this time?"
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Phil said in an odd voice: "No, boss, the sky's the avenue news that Wiggins fishing over the line, he next brought to see you, whether a few Japanese, reportedly also whether the smallest gang in Asia now the lower level. They've closed a small Japanese restaurant in the East End of London and have a casino under their belt, a low-level casino with a membership fee of 10 million U.S. dollars. That no Grant's sky dish, Grant himself still has no two secret rare casinos outside of that."
Yi dust wrinkled his brow, gently pick up the tea cup in front of him, sip a mouthful of turquoise tea, his mouth muttered to himself, "Japanese? Where is Japan? Oh. Right, Japan seems to be on the edge of China, in the past in the mountains, occasionally heard of them, our old men, there are two people once and they had a conflict. Strange, the Japanese came to London to open a casino? And looking for Wiggins to work with? God damn it, what a mess. Although Wiggins also gambles, but he manipulates the underground horse blocking, this kind of casino business, should also find Grant."
Phil shook his head without comment.
Yi Duan was very, very strange: "These Japanese, too level-less, they carry the investment to find the wrong church (that is, carry the pig's head to find the wrong temple door). Wiggins, Wiggins, old ghost, see how Grant will settle the score with you. Phil, prepare a gift, we'll go and attend their celebration, well, just the few of us will go over there and try what Japanese food tastes like on the way." Phil led the way.
Phyllis looked up, blinked her little eyes, and asked in bad wonder, "Japanese food? Is it bad food? You don't want to waste time under junk food."
Easy Dust thought for a moment and said, "It should be okay, right? The West End can be full of rich big bosses who run restaurants there, and if the food is too bad, I'm afraid it will close in less than three days. However. They're opening a casino, so I'm afraid the food isn't too important, and I'm really afraid that it's going to be junk food."
Three places ago, 10:00 p.m., as usual, no sunny, easy dust they by Phil off the stretched black Rolls Royce ran over. Kane did not come with, after all, China Town is not easy to dust of the small camp, always have to have a competent subordinate town guard. This go has been in the suburbs of the villa of Chekov, also put on his hands of great small business, also not to say that the so-called 'to Europe's network traffic put a few red lights' work, fly like running over.
Yi dust very puzzled to look at seemingly like a slug sitting on the car seat Chekov, asked him, "When did you have an interest in gambling? Didn't you not spare a single penny to gamble? It's a casino opening this time."
Chekov's eyes glowed, a certain part of his upper body not whether it is very vulgar to see propped up to go, whispered, "Boss, you do not know? You do not know? Japanese cuisine, the most anonymous on whether the male body to thrive ah. ***, with a beautiful virgin ** body as a container for loading food, under the emperor ah, you praise ugly me, too ugly ah, too ugly." His face under Hop Ming whether a kind of filthy smile, look at Fili almost want to punch him out of the carriage.
Yi dust a little flabbergasted, a long time before booing out a breath: "****, this is what weird stuff. I don't want to eat such a damn thing, ****, who knows if this female has a skin disease, hell, even if she doesn't have a skin disease, in case she sweats..." Yi dust a little disgusted frowned tightly, for the Japanese people's impression suddenly changed a few points, with a woman as a rice bowl, the Japanese are too perverted a little.
All the way down, no one spoke again, only no Philip buried his head outside the arms of Yi dust, avoid seeing a head of sewage Chekov more and more to go more unattractive look, if not Philip as well as the presence of Yi dust, maybe he lazily care about Gore as well as the Jester's feelings, directly with both hands to touch the sense of slowness.
London's West End a quiet but five or six meters wide boulevard, on the left side of the road, a row of low white brick walls, above the black rain gables, you can see the yard inside the forest lush, a sub quiet and appropriate atmosphere.
Yi dust through the car window to measure this yard, shook his head and said: "Wiggins this old ghost, but also no those Japanese, on the capital ah, in the East End to get such a yard is not simple. Phil, now the sky, on whether this piece of the most expensive, right?"
Is driving Phil nodded did not say, in a few Wiggins subordinates guide, through that six open black lacquer gate, drove into the courtyard.
Easy Dust hemmed and hawed, "Well, these look quite a bit worse than the woodchucks, just no that one. What's the name of that one, Yakuza's top subordinate, right? Did he fucking live yesterday? This is not a happy day, **** put on a zombie face for who to see ah?"
Chekov was the first to get out of the car, hearing Yi Chen's complaint, he smiled and turned back to explain: "Boss, you really do not care about the customs of the world ah. The Japanese are the most rigidly classed society, and Japanese men are just about as good as robots. However, Japanese chicks are. Hey, hey, ****, boss, I'll take a vacation next year to go to Japan for prostitutes, okay? I heard that there are no more virgins* in Japan above the age of twelve, that's just heaven!"
Yi Dust rolled up his black eyes and got into the car without any point of embarrassment, because the few Japanese who went to drop off and pick them up afterward had just approached and heard Chekov's words, their faces were all without any point of embarrassment. However, look at their look, easy dust without point feel, Chekov this time seems not whether in nonsense it!
The head of the thirty-something years of age of the Japanese team members with four subordinates behind them to Yi Chuan is a ninety-degree bow, with a somewhat strange accent of English respectfully said: "May I ask this gentleman is? Our group leader and Mr. Wiggins are in the hall, please come in, please come in. Any special requests can be made, and we will definitely fulfill your requests."
The corners of Jester's mouth frantically turned down and down, and it was only after Yi Chen's eye color weakly stopped it that he was able to hold back the maniacal laughter he was about to let out. Chekov looked at this group member colorfully, seemingly treating him as a stunningly ugly man, however, only when Yi Dust crossed him with an icy hot gaze did Chekov reluctantly shut his mouth.
A little self-introduction, a group of people followed behind the five Japanese, toward the center of the compound of the two-story Japanese traditional style mansion to go, Yi dust look at the left and right scenery, a little surprised to say: "your boss, oh, is the group leader, can really big deal ah, you prepare this compound prepared how long?" Yi dust a little dissatisfied with the efficiency of the subordinates, looking at the scale of a compound, at least need a year or so to take care of, and their subordinates actually a little wind no sound. However, thinking about the fact that most of the current subordinates are small hooligans on the ground, and indeed there are no outstanding characters that can casually wander around this part of the Western District, Yi Dust still grudgingly forgave this matter in his heart.
That lead Japanese with their usual respectful tone said: "No, you have spent a year and a half to prepare this place, you see, the center of the small hall is not a small banquet use, nearby the woods outside the large tea pavilion, is not for the guests of the low noble guests large-scale party preparation."
Yi Chen carelessly coped with a few sentences, the people had already arrived in front of that mansion.
At the doorway, four big girls in kimonos that made Chekov almost drool were kneeling under the ceiling, waiting for the group to change out of their wooden clogs. Yi Chen's face became gloomy, because inside Chekov's gorgeous crocodile leather boots, there was a pair of bare feet without any dirt or socks. The easy dust without a point of annoyance decided: "Damn, rush back before to badly adjust a on the above people's clothing problem. But ****, so few people out there, and just Chekov no a son of a bitch, socks are not wearing a pair."
Wiggins end a small white porcelain wine glass, is sitting in the center of the room, and a forty-something years old, full of shrewd breath of the Asian man talking. Seeing that Yi Dust had brought someone in, Wiggins quickly and secretly said something to the man, and then the two stood up to greet him. Yi Dust's ears were sharp, although Wiggins spoke in a low voice ten meters away, it was also heard clearly by him, and he heard Wiggins say, "Mr. Yamaguchi, this guy is China Yi, the one you want to recruit."
Yi Dust laughed hotly outside his heart, "Recruit you? If I'm old and vain to give you the bad side and make you partake in the work is still quite a bit short of trying to recruit you? I *** what west east." But whether under the surface, he was full of spring sent down, to Wiggins laughed to: "Wiggins, I an old man, so a few places do not see, how to suddenly find such a group of bad friends off such a field?"
Wiggins smiled broadly, hugged Yi Duan and said loudly, "China Yi, this can be your fault, last time Mr. Yamaguchi and I went over to see you, you actually suddenly got sick. Don't tell me you are making excuses oh...."
Easy dust smile up to go: "How can it be? And you can be divided into a few bad ah, how would you deliberately not see you? By the way, this is not." Yi dust heavy floating push off the words, to that Yamaguchi stretched out his hand.
Yamaguchi shook Yi Chuan's hand, revealed a smile, said to Yi Chuan with an unusually conceited, but controlled his pride smile, "I am Yamaguchi Ichio, the second leader of the Yamaguchi group. Are you China Yi? Mr. Wiggins has introduced me to a lot of things about you, and we still have some matters we would like to cooperate with Mr. Yi, so I hope you can stay and talk to us later."
Yi dust smile up to go, heavy nodded without saying anything. Can Yi dust outside the heart but whether the mouth cursed: "Damn, but not in the old man outside the hands of the people and guns, we are afraid of Grant and we dry to go, want to old man to face the top or not? Shit, Asia now the smallest gang, I myself how not to send people over to guard the field? Well, no, Scotland Yard won't give us Japanese face, but we'll give you guys a little bit of face for having no British private citizenship, won't we?"
Wiggins said to Yi Duan with a smile, "Please use a little bit of alcohol and food, the fish and chips here taste very, very good. The festival starts at 12:00 noon sharp." Seeing Yamaguchi walk away to go and order things, Wiggins lowered his voice and said, "Mysterious and weird oriental people, they have to say something about the sun being the hottest at noon, it's the time when their blah blah blah great god is the most powerful, and they have to open at that time. Geez, it's going to be hot with such a big sun."
Yi Dust raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You too no a quirky westerner yet, however, you don't have no so little problems. Old Wiggins, are you not afraid of Grant. Look, the other bosses have gone, can not Grant outside where? Could you be stealing business from him." Yi dust with the hand playing with the jade pendant to the offset retreat door of the two London's bosses greeted, those two people smiled and returned a salute, colorful to molest those welcome wine and food waiter man to come.
Wiggins face a little unsightly, after a while, he said: "This one. China Yi, I hope you can understand, the last time I went to find you, is that we have everything ready, want you to enter the shares. You know, Grant's men are very unreasonable, I just wanted to redistribute the benefits, and the other bosses didn't have a problem with it, but he just wanted it..."
Easy Dust interrupted him and said bluntly, "Oh? Wiggins, I'm afraid you're also a clear black, as long as you don't meddle in the business of those other bosses, who would object? Can Grant is different, his main source of wealth is in the casino, he will not willingly give up their profits. You want you to join the stock, isn't it also whether you see the people and guns in your hands?"
Wiggins also said dryly, "So, China Yi, how many shares do you want? If you can deal with Grant, everything is fine."
Easy Dusty Lion Little Pass yelled up, "So, 40% of the combined bonus. If give you a few days ago betting on 40% of the profits, you will take out Grant for you. You are very bad talk, give you money, you can kill the enemy for you. You know how you operate, no or no?"
Wiggins froze, "40%? Just kidding, China Yi, I even only have 20% profit."
Yi dust laughed up, the right hand of the jade pendant heavy throw up, then before with two fingers to catch it, smooth hand loaded back into his inner pocket, a strange smile at Wiggins: "So, the Japanese also whether you want to give them through a little bit of open section only, you also did not have no too small bad, why bother?"
Wiggins did not speak, his benefits can be more than this, if the Japanese can monopolize the gambling industry near the London area, along with his gambling horse will also rise up, that's why he is dead set on cooperating with the Japanese, at the expense of conflict with Grant. How could he tell Yi Chen about these insider secrets? The Japanese's roots in London were too shallow, they had to have a strong helper to assist them in opening up the situation, and the ruthless Yi Chuan became their best choice, and, Wiggins naively thought that Yi Chuan also came from Asia, and the Yakuza would be closer no matter what.
Yi dust hot humming continuously said, "You further, you come to tell that Yamaguchi Kazuo, 30% of the combined red, either give you, or forget it. Instead of Grant and you open relationship is very good, you also in his casino within the big win a few, so tearing things, you can not do."
Easy dust gathered his subordinates, embracing Phyllis sat in the corner of the hall in front of a table, slowly tasting Japanese sake and sashimi, out of the corner of his eye, saw Wiggins with a face of bitterness in front of Yamaguchi, who was ordering something in Japanese.
Not only is it not easy to dust, in addition to Chekov did not have the ability to do so, the other several people are gazing intently eavesdropping on the conversation between Wiggins and Yamaguchi. Wiggins old false to the easy dust of the request said to Yamaguchi listen, Yamaguchi face side, flew slowly glanced at the direction of the easy dust, outside the mouth muttered: "should live, Chinaman, should live. His asking price is also too low. You can't make the call, that's for the old boy to decide..."
After a while, Yamaguchi said coldly to Wiggins, "He wants 30%? Where is there such a thing? You take up 20% of the dividends, and while we take 80%, there's only roughly 50% left over after a little up and down..." Yamaguchi took a long breath, glanced at Yi Chen once again, and asked Wiggins in a low voice, "Are all of his subordinates reliable? Is it possible to replace him with his subordinates?"
Yi Dust laughed outwardly, "****, trying to provoke you guys to rebel outside the nest?" He looked at Philip, Phil, Gore and Jester with a funny look, four people's faces have changed, even in the eyes outside to reveal the meaning of the absolute impossibility, Philip full of murderous eyes also glanced to the mountain pass, if not whether Yi dust wrapped around her waist, I'm afraid that a fist has long been punched out.
Wiggins smiled bitterly: ''I'm afraid it's hard, I don't know where China Yi found these people, it seems like they are the most united gang within our city of London, it's really hard. China Yi himself is a guy that people can't see through..." Wiggins lowered his voice, "What you just said had better not be said to just anyone, he's a ruthless guy, he once took out three bosses of similar status to us in one night, I don't want you to be beaten into a ragdoll with a submachine gun tonight."
Yamaguchi frowned once on whether or not he did as well and nodded, pulling Wiggins out.
Yi Duan smiled, it looked like he had a good reputation within the city of London, he asked up offhandedly, "What does Chinaman mean? Is that what the Chinese mean?"
Chekov, who was wrapping a small ball of wasabi in sashimi and stuffing it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said vaguely, "Boss, he said you are a Chinaman? ****, should live Japanese radish, outside the Japanese language, Chinaman means, um, well, counter bias on whether it is very vulgar kind. ****, the living Japanese radish, when the Russo-Japanese War." A series of ugly and marvelous Russian greetings poured out.
Yi dust frowned, he did not know what 'Chinas' means, in the mountains, a few old ghosts are just urging their fellow disciples to cultivate their body and mind every day, but did not tell him what is China, what is Japan, of course, will not eye to give them a history lesson. Yi dust although a little annoyed at the mouth of the volcano scolded himself, but think about it, as long as the future set them together is, where there is so much trouble? If he scolded himself, he would have earned it back by letting him be unlucky for a year at that time.
In this way, a group of people sitting in the small hall, there is no nothing to do, just whether to drink wine, pull thick. Chekov wanted to find someone to put forward some special requirements, can consciously very ashamed of the Jester hand in his body under the poke a finger, numb Chekov will only have no old vain sitting in a daze.
At noon, Yi dust felt the sky of the sun true fire that endless heat, the power of the four directions of the stars was diluted to the lowest point, Yi dust also stopped not very cost-effective operation of the true essence, a few London City bosses greet each other, with subordinates to follow a few Japanese went out, ready to participate in the official celebration.
A group of people smiling towards the courtyard of the small doorway to come, just from the doorway is not not to a hundred meters, do not know whether the bomb or not launched past the rocket, the small door at the explosion, a fireball rushed to the ground and up, white smoke filled, smoke and fire, more than a dozen Japanese as well as a few of Wiggins hands screamed to the surrounding backwards flew out, and occasionally no point of limbs and other things from the ground to fall on the east.
Outside the gate of those reporters also screamed and ran around, although they were not hurt by the power of the explosion, but the loud noise and the fire has made them frightened. The strange thing is that a few tabloid reporters are still desperately trying to take pictures, on the contrary, those reporters with big media logo on the microphone, what equipment are thrown down, running in all directions.
Easy dust around the small part of the combined people are on the conscious squatting under the sky, 'clattering' a chaotic sound, these people who went to participate in the celebration basically under the hands of a gun, loosely Zhang looked around. Chekov simply lay on his back under the sky, screaming outside his mouth, "Boss, bomb, bomb, ****, ****, you dry..."
Yi dust slightly step back, stood beside Chekov, Phil, Gore, Jester also distributed in Chekov's surroundings, to prevent there is a follow-up attack to hang the kid, Phyllis is pulling out a small refined pistol, slowly wandering around the periphery to check out, and then hit a hand signal of all safe.
The small batch of gunmen rushed out from all sides of the courtyard, and the angry slow and good Yamaguchi as well as Wiggins jumped to his feet and cursed bitterly, "Grant, you can't spare me..." Two people under the forehead are not hot sweat, if not in order to pose, to wait for the guests to arrive before their own appearance to preside over the closing ceremony, I am afraid that even their own together with the bombing live it?
Yi dust smiled up: "This is lively. The 30% dividend ah, you give it or not? Oh, Grant is really anxious, but it has created an opportunity for me..."
Sirens blaring, a small batch of police cars arrived, when they arrived at the scene, easy dust them these obtrusive characters have long left off the scene, those invited VIP celebrities also left off early, it depends on Yamaguchi how they cope with the police. To say black, I'm a false partial place of business, but also when who ate hungry rice have nothing to do to bomb me a on?
Chekov in the back of the car laughed maniacally: "***, Uncle Bin Laden can not see their field, to bomb is also bomb Downing Street ah. However, Grant don't hit too hard, those Japanese chicks are really pretty ah...." A certain part of his body began to top up the tent again, Fili grunted miserably and once again slumped into Yi Chen's arms....
