As the leader of the Arctic Fox, Yang Chen knew much more about it than ordinary people, so he naturally recognized the golden snake-shaped brooches on their respective collars.
Yang Chen did not find those absurd legends that ordinary people believed to be absurd at all. In the eyes of a sensible person like him, everything the Freemasons did was traceable.
Supporting Israel, dismembering the Red Soviet Union, assassinating many US presidents who were not Freemasons, and many other shocking events, if you dig deeper, you will always find the shadow of Freemasonry.
"Mr. Yang is very young. You must already know who I am." The stronger of the two uninvited guests, the man with a crew cut, was the first to speak. From the way Yang Chen looked at his collar brooch, he judged that Yang Chen knew something about Freemasonry.
, he was not surprised by this.
Due to the unexpected leak of the "Minutes of the Elders of Zion" and the surge in membership, Freemasonry today is not as mysterious as it was a hundred years ago.
"Tell me what you want to ask for." Yang Chen calmly sat across from the two of them, slowly crossed his 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 condescension.
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"This is a handwritten letter to you from the Archdeacon of our British branch..." The flat-headed man took out a delicate envelope and put it on the marble coffee table, leaned over, pushed it to Yang Chen, and said with a smile: "The Archdeacon also said, you
He is young and promising, has a bright future, and is already qualified to join the Freemasonry."
Yang Chen slowly picked up the envelope, listened to the crew cut man's words, and smiled casually. It was tempting to join the Freemasonry, but once he joined, he and his Arctic Fox would be controlled by others and become the lackeys and tools of the Jews. When they came out to work hard,
Why don't you just want to be free and open up a great country of your own?
The country is in our hands, how can we give it away?
The flat-headed man stared at Yang Chen and frowned slightly. He noticed that Yang Chen didn't seem to be interested in Freemasonry.
"You, the chief deacon, look up to me." Yang Chen responded to the flat-headed man with a half-smile but not a warm smile. He then opened the envelope and read the letter. There were only a dozen sentences, and there was an air of domineering air between the lines.
Apologize to Otto Rank and compensate the Otto Rank family for their losses. If understanding is obtained, the Freemasonry will no longer pursue the matter and can admit Yang Chen into the membership.
This is the general meaning of the letter.
After Yang Chen read it, he pinched the letter paper with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, like a piece of paper full of dregs, shaking it gently, with a playful smile on his face.
At this moment, the flat-headed man felt an unruly and domineering aura from Yang Chen that made his heart palpitate inexplicably, and secretly muttered: No wonder the eldest deacon read this guy's information and was full of praise. He is indeed extraordinary.
"Go back and tell you, Archdeacon, please don't worry about my personal grudges and do more serious things that benefit mankind." Yang Chen spoke slowly while crumpling the letter into a ball and throwing it into the trash can next to the coffee table.
Stand high and take everything you have.
This short letter clearly presented the self-centered and arrogant attitude of Freemasonry to Yang Chen. However, Yang Chen was a master who was soft on the weak but not on the hard. Threatening this guy would often be counterproductive.
The two men representing the Freemasonry were stunned for a moment, and then they became furious and started shouting. In their view, Yang Chen was ill-informed and would be punished with a fine drink if he refused to drink the toast.
"please...."
Mei Ji, who had been standing next to the sofa where Yang Chen was sitting with a cold expression, pretended to be chasing away guests. The man with the crew cut looked at Yang Chen, then at the cold and elegant Mei Ji, said "It's a pity" and walked away. "It's a pity that Yang Chen
It's hard to tell if he's ruining his future, or it's a pity that a beauty like Mei Ji is with the wrong person, or both.
Yang Chen watched the two of them go out, his eyes suddenly turned cold and stern, whether it was a Freemason or the King of Heaven, he would not offend anyone unless they offended him, but if someone offended him, he would pay back tenfold!
If Zhang Lingfeng dares to die at home, why should he be afraid of Freemasonry abroad?
"Mei Ji, get ready, let's go, it's no longer safe here." Yang Chen ordered Mei Ji to "invite" the uninvited guests away. Mei Ji nodded understandingly and looked around the whole house with a slight reluctance.
In the evening, Matthews led people to the manor and emptied Mei Ji's house of important items, including four horses. If the people left, the horses would also have to leave.
At night, dozens of police cars roared in, and a large number of heavily armed SWAT officers surrounded the house aggressively. Multiple combat assault teams broke in from different directions, but they were defeated.
The manor was deserted.
The police conducted another investigation and found out that the manor was for sale this afternoon. They immediately investigated the house sale agency and the new owner of the house, but found nothing. The pursuit of clues to the murder came to an abrupt end.
"What? The clue is broken?"
Otto Rank exclaimed into his cell phone, his expression not only full of surprise, but also a bit of fear. He finally learned some information about his enemy from the Freemasonry. He wanted to use the help of the police to get rid of the trouble he was worried about, but failed again.
If you alert the snake, you will most likely be bitten.
"Stupid pig...bastard..." Ottolenk gritted his teeth and cursed the deputy commissioner of the London Police Department on the other end of the phone. After venting his dissatisfaction, he threw the phone to the ground.
The restless Otto Rank paced back and forth in the office. In the afternoon, Prince Hadan of the United Arab Emirates visited the group headquarters building. He had to accompany him personally and attended the cocktail party. He worked hard for most of the day. It was already late at night and he did not return to the mansion. He planned to
The headquarters building is just fine for one night.
To say it's okay, in fact, the suites that are similar to this luxurious office area are more comfortable than the presidential suites in five-star hotels. They have a gym, billiards room, entertainment room, bedroom, and swimming pool, all of which are available, especially the swimming pool, which is called the highest swimming pool in London.
, you can swim while overlooking the night view of London's core area.
Moreover, this building has a first-class security system, an area exclusive to Otto Rank. The glass is bulletproof, the walls are sandwiched with steel plates, and it is equipped with an intelligent protection system. It has an independent power supply, oxygen supply, smoke exhaust and ventilation system. It is closed from the inside and no outsiders can enter.
There are also twenty top bodyguards brought by Stanley on this floor.
Otto Rank tore off his tie, took a deep breath, walked out of the office area, crossed the rest area, and came to the indoor swimming pool next to the gym in the large bedroom.
At first glance, one side of the mirrored swimming pool seems to be connected to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. It is very beautiful and dreamy. At this time, Stanley and four bodyguards in black lined up behind a few lounge chairs on the other side of the swimming pool. Next to him, five
Six hot bikini beauties gathered together and whispered to each other.
Otto Rank came over, looked at the women Stanley found for him, nodded and said: "They are all good, keep them all."
The bikini girls cheered collectively.
The handsome and rich Otto Rank and the dreamlike environment are what they dream of. No one wants to miss this night of revelry and pleasure.
The hot girls were busy taking off Ottolenk's formal clothes, standing, squatting, or lying down, using their mouths and tongues to kiss Ottolenk's body and even his toes.
Lively and fragrant.
Stanley and the four black-clothed bodyguards still had sullen expressions and looked intently. They had seen too many similar situations and had long since adapted to them.
