Chapter 1, The Night in London

Three individuals dressed in robes resembling those of medieval European wizards swiftly approached the werewolf, seized him, and ran off, not forgetting to stomp heavily on the chest of a burly man as they departed

The young man coldly said: "No, you must take responsibility for the deaths of these seven individuals"

Yi Chen pondered for a moment and somewhat irresponsibly remarked: "You guys outside, pay attention. Those young girls who are too young are not allowed to come in anymore. It's one thing to indulge in soft drugs, but this reckless sexual behavior—if something were to happen in our venue, it would be a big trouble... Also, the protection fees from those vendors should be increased by half in the future, because the number of young people using drugs in our venue has significantly increased, and we can't let them off easy."

Seven submachine guns simultaneously disengaged their safeties. The leader, a burly man, coldly addressed the drunkard: "I do not know this woman you are with. If I did, she would truly belong to our boss... You bastard, get lost."

Seeing Yi Chen enter, the young man boredly turned off the television, turned his head, and asked: "Boss, everything okay? Why make it so complicated? Anyone of us could handle this easily, right?" On his face, there was a prominent scar that ran from the left corner of his eye to the right side of his chin, adding a touch of cold allure to his handsome features, while his light blue eyes indicated his European heritage

Glancing at the body that was barely distinguishable as human, the snake woman hesitated and asked him: "Have you all arrived long ago? Hiss, why didn't you save your kind?"

The serpent woman spat, "Damn it, the judgment of the damned God? The judgment of justice? Bah..." Suddenly, she turned and ran, a series of afterimages showcasing her astonishing speed, vanishing into the thick fog in an instant

Kane said seriously: "No, the boss's order is for me to use a high-pressure water jet... orders must be obeyed." A thick 10.11mm caliber Browning pistol was aimed at Chekhov's head... Chekhov shivered and obediently followed. Ten minutes later, a piercing scream and a barrage of Russian curses echoed through the night sky... Chekhov shivered and obediently followed. Ten minutes later, a piercing scream and a barrage of Russian curses echoed through the night sky

The young girl snorted coldly: "The lost lamb must accept the punishment bestowed by God, but you must also face the judgment of justice." Her face bore an expression of sacred inviolability

Jester smiled indifferently and prepared to reach for the television. Yi Chen quickly said, "This time it’s quite lively; the big bear has lost nine capable hands, and one orc is severely injured... um..." After some consideration, Yi Chen continued, "The Church has dispatched a young inquisitor, not very old."

Having just walked less than two meters, a drunken man reeking of alcohol staggered across the street, embracing a scantily clad woman. Suddenly, he pointed at one of the burly men and laughed, saying: "Hey, what are you guys up to? Are you part of the mafia smuggling drugs? Ah... this prostitute is under your control too, right?"

Inside the spacious cabin of the Rolls-Royce, besides the driver and the Black man opening the door, there was a young man with disheveled blood-red short hair. He wore a pitch-black denim jacket on his upper body and a pair of faded, hole-ridden jeans on his lower body, along with a pair of Adidas sneakers. He was intently watching an adult film being played on the small television in the cabin. The volume was turned up high, and the moans and gasps of the female star were enough to drive an ordinary person mad.

The big bear grumbled a few words, nothing more than complaints like, "Damn it, are you running a small business, you little brat?" At that moment, the phone of a bodyguard beside him rang.

Everyone understood that this was not the time for jokes, and each person stood solemnly and nodded in agreement

On Tower Bridge in London, pedestrians are few and far between, with only a few cars slowly passing by. The water beneath the bridge appears dark and murky, reflecting a few glimmers of light from the riverside buildings. The twinkling faint light makes the river seem even deeper and more shadowy.

Yi Chen nodded slightly, his hand touched a corner of the small room, and he slipped through a dark door. After taking a few more steps, he entered a spacious secret chamber, the luxurious decor evoking a sense reminiscent of the palaces of those Middle Eastern kingdoms

A large man, whose height was comparable to that of Gore and whose imposing physique was quite intimidating, was sitting on a sofa in the corner, fiddling with the handgun in his hands. Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, he merely nodded coldly and immediately redirected his full attention back to the weapon in his hands

Yi Chen walked into the most luxurious private room, where an astonishingly overweight middle-aged white man was reveling with a group of men who appeared to be of Italian descent, surrounded by several bodyguards. His pants had long since disappeared, and two relatively attractive young women were servicing him with their mouths, while several men nearby were engaging in debauchery with the women beside them

Yi Chen effortlessly accepted the cocktail offered by the Black bartender, took a sip, and sincerely exclaimed, "Gore, you are the best bartender in the world." Regardless of the subtle pride displayed by the bartender, Yi Chen gently clicked his tongue at the young man and said, "Jester, I merely wish to experience the wonderful feeling of wandering through London under the night sky. Moreover, if I can conserve a bit of my own energy, why must I do it myself?" Yi Chen gently clicked his tongue at the young man and said, "Jester, I merely wish to experience the wonderful feeling of wandering through London under the night sky. Moreover, if I can conserve a bit of my own energy, why must I do it myself?"

Yichen directly asked Gore and Phil, who were each holding a glass of red wine: "Have you pointed out the numbers yet?"

Phil, who was driving, revealed a knowing smile and nodded silently.

The serpent woman suddenly turned her head, cautiously preparing her own defense, not daring to glance at the situation of her companions. She hissed nervously in a low voice: "Damn it, is it the clergy of the Holy See? Who asked you to meddle in our affairs?"

The young werewolf let out a furious howl: "I will die, but I will not let you take me away." In an astonishing burst of speed, he unleashed his formidable strength, clawing at the two young men with thirty consecutive strikes.

Yi Chen smiled and said: "Big Bear, when doing business, playing with women, aren't you afraid those girls will betray you?"

In an instant, the drunken man had transformed into an upright werewolf, his blood-red eyes radiating a frenzied killing intent, as his hands swiftly extracted the hearts of the two large men behind him

Yi Chen walked through the main entrance, where a dozen burly Black men greeted him with broad smiles, saying obsequiously: "Boss, everything is fine today, there are no issues whatsoever"

A white car stopped on a relatively secluded street in the new district of London. Yi Chen slowly got out and stood at the entrance of a nightclub named 'Chinatown', while the car drove straight to the underground parking lot at the back.

The werewolf lunged at the seven corpses, frantically venting its fury upon them. Amidst the splattering of blood and flesh, human entrails, bones, and muscles covered the ground within a five-meter radius. It was not until the bodies had been reduced to a pulpy mass that the werewolf finally ceased its assault

This person is named Yi Chen

Although it is called the "Chinatown" nightclub, there is not the slightest hint of the classical elegance associated with Chinese culture. A heavy metal band is wildly thrashing on stage, creating noise, while a dozen blonde, blue-eyed beauties are frantically shaking around them, unabashedly showcasing their youthful and beautiful bodies

After surveying the venue, there were indeed no abnormalities. He kicked apart two girls who were passionately kissing and touching each other, and hurriedly walked through a small door behind the bar.

Including the driver, there are a total of seven men dressed in black suits, each holding a weapon. They took out two large metal boxes from the van, closed the car door, and prepared to turn into a narrow alley. Entering from here, approximately two hundred meters ahead is the back door of their boss's headquarters.

It is truly an incredibly wonderful night in London

Yi Chen sighed, forcibly pulling down the jade pendant that Feili had attached to him. He moved his body, which was a bit sore from being constricted, and said: "Today is my day for training; I am about to break through from the Twelve Yuan Chen to the Twenty-Eight Constellations. Do not disturb me, and pay close attention to any unusual rumors in the market to see if there are any abnormal movements."

Outside a block, in a dimly lit corner, a long white Rolls-Royce was quietly parked by the roadside. A tall black man, standing at nearly two meters, was dressed in a sharp tailcoat, wearing pristine white silk gloves, and sporting a short silver crew cut, stood solemnly by the car door. Upon seeing Yi Chen approach, he swiftly opened the door, respectfully took the metallic case from Yi Chen's hand, and after Yi Chen got into the car, he tossed the two metallic cases into the trunk and entered the cabin himself, closing the door.

Having completed the task, Yi Chen was just about to walk towards the elevator in the corner of the room when a frail young Russian man suddenly burst out from a hidden door in another corner. His upper body was clad in wrinkled clothing, while his lower half was adorned with a pair of filthy pants that were conspicuously unzipped. Upon seeing Yi Chen, he joyfully rushed over, exclaiming: "Dear boss, do you know? I have breached the account system of the Swiss bank, which is said to be the most secure in the world. Oh, this is the greatest achievement! You should give me a bonus of one million."

The leading man was astonished to discover that the drunkard's eyes were so clear, filled with a strong killing intent. He opened his mouth to shout, but it was already too late. The drunkard's right hand swung out fiercely. What had once been a rough human hand quickly grew dense black fur and sharp claws in the air, cleanly severing the man's neck, while his left hand forcefully sent the body flying away.

September 13, 2007, at 10:30 PM

A dozen ice pillars suddenly appeared on Phili's right hand, and then they whistled as they shot towards Jester. Jester's expression changed, and a bright red fire shield quickly appeared in front of him. As ice and fire made slight contact, they immediately exploded. Phil slammed his solid palm onto the floor, and a heavy air barrier emerged around the exploding energy, reducing the damage to the surrounding environment, but several ebony sofas inlaid with gold had already turned to ashes.

Yi Chen revealed a hint of a sarcastic smile and slowly spoke to him in a fluent London accent: "First, I do not believe in God. Second, why do you want to know me?" He struck the burly man fiercely in the chest, and the powerful true essence instantly destroyed all the organs within the man's body. With a swift motion, he delivered another blow to the chest of another burly man, then focused his attention to observe the surroundings. Yi Chen quickly walked down the street, carrying two metal boxes.

In the driver's seat was a Black man who was identical in appearance and attire to the previous one, who quickly started the car and sped away.

In the center of the venue, countless young people were pressed closely together, moving rhythmically, while occasionally exhaling wisps of marijuana smoke. At the edge of the venue, two girls who appeared to be no older than fourteen seemed to have consumed too many ecstasy pills, their bodies leaning over the railing, their heads shaking wildly. Their jeans had been pulled down, and two Black men were enthusiastically engaging in sexual acts, while several disheveled young men behind them laughed and prepared to take their turns.

Aof nodded, spat fiercely at the remnants of the corpse, and cursed: "May the gods cast your souls into hell, you damned scum"

Phil nodded: "The cash amounts to 100 million, along with diamonds valued at 50 million. The big bear is going to be heartbroken"

Kane quickly jumped up and slowly walked over to Chekhov, displaying a gentle smile. Chekhov chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Dear Mr. Kane, I can handle my own affairs without the need for a high-pressure water jet to wash them away"

Two burly men looked on in terror as the continuous claw-like winds tore long marks into the ground, revealing a pool of disheveled flesh and blood. They were about to scream when a beam of holy light and a ray of pitch-black energy struck their chests. However, the two young men from the church were suddenly knocked away heavily by three figures in strange black robes that emerged from the thick fog.

Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, the overweight white man quickly greeted him warmly: "Yi from China, let me introduce you to a few friends. These are good friends from Italy, and they came over to discuss a business deal with me. It's safe here, so they came over. You don't mind, do you?"

The snake woman, somewhat shocked, slowly stepped back and shook her head, saying: "I can handle one priest, but with an inquisitor's executioner added, I am at a loss. Hey, that foolish werewolf is up to you; let me go, how about it? I was also ordered to assist him, and I am unwilling to risk my life for him."

The two young people from the Vatican were left dumbfounded; they had never expected that the serpent woman would truly abandon her companion and flee. The girl exclaimed in anger, "Did she really just run away like that?"

The big bear's expression changed suddenly, and he fiercely slapped the two women beside him several times, driving them out. He awkwardly put on his long pants and said: "There's no helping it, I just like to have some fun with women... Hey, damn it, China Yi, your business here is really good, I envy you. My place gets raided by the police every few days, and I've paid my taxes too."

Two figures slowly emerged from the mist, one being a delicate young girl clad in a white robe, her short golden hair radiating an enchanting luster in the night, while the other was a tall young man dressed in a black robe, his cold face revealing a hint of cruel expression

A burly man lying at the mouth of the alley suddenly emitted a faint cry for help: "Friend, save me, please save me, I will be grateful to you, I swear to God, I will definitely be grateful to you. For God's sake..."

Jester almost jumped up, a faint red glow surged around him, and suddenly he sat down hard, slowly saying: "Is that so... Boss, don't worry, I won't cause them any trouble... not now."

At that moment, an unexpected event occurred. Two individuals, presumably companions of the seven burly men, emerged from the alley, muttering complaints about why they had not yet arrived. They appeared right beside the two young men from the church. The two young men were slightly disturbed by them and nearly fell victim to the claws of the werewolf, quickly darting away.

Yi Chen sat down, patted the buttocks of a woman beside him to send her away, and said with a grin: "Your business is too big; it's hard for them not to notice you. Learn from me, just a little bit of drugs, and there are no problems at all."

What guards here are not the large black men at the entrance, but rather robust men of typical Germanic descent, with light blue eyes, golden hair, and resolute faces. After a narrow passage of about ten meters lies a small room, furnished with several sofas and two billiard tables, where a dozen Germans are engrossed in playing billiards. Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, they promptly stood at attention and saluted him. After a narrow passage of about ten meters lies a small room, furnished with several sofas and two billiard tables, where a dozen Germans are engrossed in playing billiards. Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, they promptly stood at attention and saluted him.

Yi Chen quickly approached him, slowly crouching down to examine his face. The burly man, taking advantage of the faint light by the roadside, clearly saw Yi Chen's face and exclaimed in surprise: "My God, it's Yi from China, that's great, save me, quickly go inform our boss"

Yi Chen slowly faded into a dark corner by the roadside, a hint of a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, quietly observing the several burly men twenty meters away. The mist did not affect Yi Chen's line of sight in the slightest

Just as London is nicknamed the 'Fog City', a thick fog enveloped the entire city, accompanied by a pungent smell of automobile exhaust in the air. The calls for environmental reform that have echoed for several years seem to have had little effect in London. Visibility is extremely low, perhaps only extending five or six meters, and the good citizens are naturally staying at home to enjoy family time. At this moment, those who venture out are only the creatures that inhabit the dark underworld.

Yi Chen nodded and said, "Where is the note?"

A figure clad entirely in black watched as the car passed by, emitting an ambiguous cold snort. He discarded the Cuban cigar he was holding, observing a spark quickly fall into the river. With a light step, he hurriedly followed the van, surprisingly maintaining a similar speed. From a distance of over ten meters, a pair of sharp eyes fixated intently on the red turn signal at the back of the vehicle

As the two were about to turn and leave, a clear and beautiful voice interjected: "God will forgive their sins, but will never spare aberrations like you." A milky white sword aura, radiating a holy light, struck the werewolf with a thunderous crash. The young werewolf let out a pained groan as he was sent flying ten meters away, his flesh and blood scattering, fur flying in all directions.

The drunkard forcefully pushed the woman forward, sending her to the feet of the big men with a startled cry. He then slowly staggered closer to the leading big man, chuckling as he said: "What? If I don't leave, are you going to shoot me dead? Go ahead and try shooting."

The woman, her body already covered in scales resembling those of a snake, muttered in dissatisfaction: "Ovf, enough, they are already dead, prepare for the next time."

Feili clung tightly to Yichen, mumbling indistinctly: "He? Just now he breached the main system of a bank in Switzerland, and now he is enjoying the live performance of humanity's great duty of reproduction, experiencing the eruptive pleasure with his own hands... Oh God, boss, get rid of that guy; the entire computer room is filled with the pungent smell of his bodily fluids, it's simply unbearable"

A burly man slowly approached him, stuffing his submachine gun into the back pocket of his pants. He then took out his penis and began to urinate right next to the homeless man. After shaking a few times, he loudly said to the homeless man: "Bastard, today is really bad weather, isn't it? Does my urine smell good? Damn it, you really are a bastard." A few other burly men nearby burst into laughter. This man randomly pulled out a few bills from his pocket and threw them onto the homeless man, loudly saying: "Bastard, today is really bad weather, isn't it? Does my urine smell good? Damn it, you really are a bastard." A few other burly men nearby burst into laughter again. This man randomly pulled out a few bills from his pocket and threw them onto the homeless man, saying loudly: "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some money. Next time, stay far away and don't loiter around here. Get lost, now!"

The remaining four raised their guns, but they had forgotten about the woman on the ground. She writhed like a snake, her body seemingly boneless, leaving behind several afterimages. Her fingers, imbued with deadly poison, gently grazed the carotid arteries of the four men. Then, with a hissing sound, she lightly licked a drop of her own blood from her fingertip

The young man revealed a cold smile, fixating intently on the young werewolf who had just managed to get back on his feet. He said with satisfaction, "It's alright, there is still one person we can take back. At the very least, we have already found the main culprit behind the recent two consecutive attacks on humans, haven't we?" The young girl pondered for a moment and then displayed a bright smile.

The big bear took the phone, and after just a few words, his expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly said sorry and quickly left with a group of subordinates and a few Italians. Yi Chen coldly remarked from behind, "I will keep a tab on the drinks you had." The big bear perfunctorily agreed, while Yi Chen slyly wrote down at least twenty times the price on the bill, muttering, "Both big and small money must be earned; even a mountain of gold is accumulated grain by grain."

As the car passed by the entrance of a bar, the man in black hesitated for a moment and quickly walked past the door. From the dim red light at the entrance, one could vaguely discern the features of this person: long black hair cascading over his shoulders, yellowish skin, a straight nose, a resolute mouth, and a pair of eyes that emitted a cold glimmer. Standing at approximately 1.85 meters tall, his build was somewhat slender, tightly wrapped in a black leather coat, with the collar raised, making it difficult to identify him clearly. From the dim red light at the entrance, one could vaguely discern the features of this person: long black hair cascading over his shoulders, yellowish skin, a straight nose, a resolute mouth, and a pair of eyes that emitted a cold glimmer. Standing at approximately 1.85 meters tall, his build was somewhat slender, tightly wrapped in a black leather coat, with the collar raised, making it difficult to identify him clearly

Having watched a splendid performance, Yi Chen revealed a faint smile, swiftly emerging from his hiding place. Satisfied, he picked up two metal boxes that had fallen to the ground, nodded slightly, and turned to leave

Jester laughed heartily and said: "Filly, I can burn that guy's thing, and I guarantee there will be no more troubles in the future... Hahahahahaha, why weren't you so irritating when you were clinging to the boss?"

Yi Chen kicked him out with one foot, stepping on his head with the other, and coldly said: "First, you breached the system of a Swiss bank, not that of the Swiss National Bank; second, you will wash up before speaking to me again, otherwise I will consider giving you one million yen instead of your one million bonus. Kane, take Chekhov and give him a good wash; there is a high-pressure car washer in the garage, use that on him." He then walked into the elevator

In the semi-enclosed booths all around, snow-white bodies intertwined and twisted with each other, occasionally punctuated by cries for help, which were quickly muffled by something. Several homosexual men approached the handsome Yi Chen with laughter, but were soon sent flying far away by a few punches from the burly black man beside him. A dozen or so drug dealers selling marijuana and other narcotics smiled obsequiously at Yi Chen, swiftly exchanging goods for money, seamlessly blending greetings with business.

The tracked van moved slowly, gradually entering a dark street in the old district of London, and then came to a stop at a corner. Several burly men got out, cursing, openly carrying M11 submachine guns, showing no concern that someone might notice them. A homeless man huddled tightly by the street wisely wrapped himself in his tattered blanket and closed his eyes tightly.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "This is better. We should be amicable and make money; what good is fighting and killing? Money is the most important thing." He pressed the call button on the small table in front of him and casually said, "Phil, stop at the door. I will go inside to take a look. You all go back first and clean up; those messy things make me uncomfortable."

The homeless man quickly picked up the banknotes, gathered all his belongings, and slipped away along the eaves

The two members of the Church clumsily turned over and leaped up, angrily watching the four dark figures disappear into the thick fog. They paid no mind to the two burly men on the ground. The young man coldly remarked, "In any case, those who have been struck by my 'Holy Light Cross Sword' and that person's magical attack cannot possibly survive. There is no need to clean up the scene; after all, this is the old district of London, and there are rarely people around at night." The young woman found his reasoning sound, and the two staggered away quickly.

A luxurious black Japanese Honda van slowly drove over London Bridge, the headlights unable to penetrate the thick fog, while the occupants could only curse the bad weather in London and listen to the frenzied screams of a heavy metal band with boredom

A woman in a skin-tight, snow-white outfit, with long, silver hair cascading in waves down to her waist, and eyes of a bizarre, vivid green, entwined herself around Yi Chen's body. She flicked her tongue across Yi Chen's ear and murmured, "Boss, would you like me to keep you company?"

Yi Chen shook his head: "Not today, maybe tomorrow... Fei Li, be good and don't cause trouble. When you have time, contact those agents and see if there are any new tasks available. Don't take on tasks that are too easy. How is the progress with Chekhov?"

Jester weakly twisted his body on the sofa: "Two boxes have been destroyed, ensuring that not a single trace remains. The banknotes bear no markings, and the diamonds are cut using internationally recognized methods, with no discrepancies whatsoever"

The burly black foreman quickly said, "Everything is normal with the authorities; the taxes for this month have already been paid to them, and there hasn't been any trouble. It's all because of the boss's influence; they don't dare to act recklessly." Yi Chen nodded in satisfaction as he stepped into the smoky nightclub.

Yichen, feeling troubled, slapped his forehead and said, "Heavens, please stop causing a ruckus. This month, we have already spent 370,000 USD on furniture. When you have the time, please take the opportunity to guide Kane's subordinates more, so they do not waste their abilities." The German giant sitting in the corner politely gestured to everyone, then turned his attention back to fiddling with the handgun in his hand