Freemasonry.

The behemoth of the dark side of the world.

As the leader of the Arctic Fox, Yang Chen knew much more about it than ordinary people, and naturally knew the golden snake brooch on the collar of the two of them.

Those ridiculous legends that ordinary people believed, Yang Chen didn't feel ridiculous at all, in the eyes of people like him, there were all traces of what the Freemasons did.

Supporting Israel, dismembering the Red Soviet Union, assassinating many non-Freemasonry American presidents, and many other earth-shattering events, digging deeper, there is always the shadow of Freemasonry.

"Mr. Yang is very young, you must already know who I am." The man with a flat head was the first to speak, and judging from Yang Chen's eyes when he looked at his collar brooch, he was not surprised that Yang Chen knew something about Freemasonry.

Due to the unexpected leak of the Zion Presbyterian Minutes, and the surge in membership, Freemasonry today is not as mysterious as it was a hundred years ago.

"Find me something, tell me." Yang Chen sat calmly opposite the two of them, slowly cocked Erlang's legs, and stared at the visitor with a deep smile, Freemasonry was indeed an existence that he admired, but admiration did not mean fear or lowliness.

"This is a handwritten letter from the archdeacon of our British branch" The flat-headed man took out a delicate envelope and pasted it on the marble coffee table, leaned over, pushed it to Yang Chen's side, and said with a smile: "The archdeacon also said that you are young and promising, and you have unlimited future, and you are already qualified to enter the Freemasonry." ”

Yang Chen slowly pinched the envelope, listened to the words of the flat-headed man, smiled casually, and joined the Freemasonry, which was really tempting, but once he joined, he and his Arctic fox would be controlled by others and become the lackeys and tools of the Jews.

The country is in hand, how can you give it up!

The flat-headed man stared at Yang Chen, his brows furrowed slightly, and he noticed that Yang Chen didn't seem to be interested in Freemasonry.

"You archdeacons think highly of me." Yang Chen responded to the flat-headed man with a tepid smile, and then opened the envelope to read the letter, with only a dozen sentences, and there was a domineering smell between the lines.

Apologize to Otorank, compensate for the losses of the Otoranke family, and if forgiveness, the Freemasons will no longer pursue the matter, and Yang Chen can be admitted to the association.

This is the general meaning of faith.

Yang Chen looked at it, and the index finger of his right hand pinched the letter paper, like pinching the butt paper full of dross, shaking it gently, and his face showed a playful smile.

At this moment, the flat-headed man felt the domineering spirit that made him palpitate inexplicably from Yang Chen, and muttered secretly: No wonder the archdeacon is full of praise after reading this kid's information, it is indeed extraordinary.

"Go back and tell you Archdeacon, please don't worry about my personal grudges, and do more business for the benefit of mankind." Yang Chen crumpled the letter into a ball as he spoke slowly, and threw it into the trash can next to the coffee table.

High up, take and take.

In just one letter, the arrogant posture of Freemasonry was clearly presented to Yang Chen, but Yang Chen was the master who ate soft rather than hard, and threatening this guy often backfired.

The two people representing the Freemasons were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious, and they took the case, they seemed that Yang Chen didn't know what to do, and he didn't eat and drink when he toasted.

"Please"

Mei Ji, who had been standing beside the sofa where Yang Chen was sitting with a cold face, put on a posture of chasing away customers, the flat-headed man looked at Yang Chen, and then at the cold and noble Mei Ji, saying that it was a pity, and left with his sleeves, but it was a pity that Yang Chen destroyed his future, or it was a pity that a glamorous stunner like Mei Ji followed the wrong person, or both, I don't know.

Yang Chen watched the two of them go out, his eyes were suddenly cold, whether it was Freemasonry or Heavenly King Laozi, if people didn't offend him, he wouldn't offend people, if people offended him, he would pay it back tenfold!

At home, he dared to die to the death of Zhang Lingfeng, and he was not afraid of Freemasonry abroad.

"Meiji, get ready, let's go, it's not safe here." Yang Chen ordered Mei Ji to "invite" the uninvited guests away, and Mei Ji nodded in understanding, looking around the whole house with a little reluctance.

In the evening, Matthews led people to the manor and emptied the important belongings of Magi's house, including the four horses.

At night, dozens of police cars roared in, a large number of heavily armed special police officers surrounded the house with great vigour, and multiple combat assault groups burst in from different directions, resulting in a blanket.

The manor was empty.

The police investigated again, and the manor was monopolized this afternoon, and then investigated the housing sales agent and the new owner of the house, but found nothing, and the clues to the murder came to an abrupt end.

"What? Clue broken? ”

Otlank exclaimed at the mobile phone, in addition to the accident, there was also a trace of fear, and finally learned some information about the enemy from the Freemasonry, and wanted to borrow the hand of the police to get rid of the trouble, but he failed again, and most of the snakes were bitten back.

"Stupid pig rice bucket" Otto Ranke gritted his teeth and scolded the deputy chief of the London police on the other end of the phone, and threw the phone to the ground after venting his dissatisfaction.

The frenzied Otorlank paced back and forth in the office, and in the afternoon Prince Hadan of the United Arab Emirates visited the headquarters building of the group, he had to personally accompany him, and attend the cocktail party, tossing for most of the day, it was late at night, so he did not return to the mansion, intending to spend the night in the headquarters building.

Speaking of improvisation, in fact, the suites that have figured out with this luxurious office area are more comfortable than the presidential suites of five-star hotels, with gymnasiums, billiards rooms, entertainment rooms, bedrooms, and swimming pools, especially the swimming pool, which can be called the highest swimming pool in London, and you can overlook the night view of the core area of London while swimming.

And this building has a first-class security system, Otto Rank's exclusive area, glass bulletproof, steel plates in the walls, equipped with intelligent protection systems, independent power supply, oxygen supply, smoke exhaust and ventilation system, closed from the inside, outsiders do not want to enter, and there are twenty top bodyguards brought by Stanley on this floor.

Tearing off his tie and taking a heavy breath, Otlanke walked out of the office area, across the lounge area, and into the indoor pool next to the gym in the big bedroom.

At first glance, one side of the mirrored pool seems to be connected with the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which is very beautiful and dreamy, at this time, Stanley with four black-clad bodyguards lined up behind a few lounge chairs on the other side of the pool, next to it, five or six hot bikini beauties gathered together to meet each other.

Otorranke walked over, looked at the woman Stanley had found for him, and nodded, "It's all good, stay all." ”

The bikini girls cheered en masse.

The handsome and golden Otlanc and the dreamy surroundings they dream of, and no one wants to miss the night of drunken gold fans.

The hot girls took off their formal clothes for Otorank, or stood or squatted or lay on their stomachs and tongues, kissing Otorank's body and even his toes.

Living color.

Stanley and the four black-clothed bodyguards still had stiff faces and did not squint, they had seen too much of a similar situation, and they had already adapted to it.