141: Chapter 141 The Fury of the Ishii Clan 141: Chapter 141 The Fury of the Ishii Clan Indeed, as Xiao Yifeng walked into the villa with Ye Yashi, he felt the gaze of a pair of cold eyes upon him.

Ye Yaxin looked at Xiao Yifeng and Ye Yashi with a frigid stare.

“Sister!”

Seeing Ye Yaxin’s expression, Ye Yashi hastily went up to her and started her coquettish scheme, but Ye Yaxin wasn’t buying it and said coldly, “Tell me, what have you two been up to, coming back so late?”

“Sister, it’s not my brother-in-law’s fault.

It’s all because of me, and, what’s more, my brother-in-law even saved me tonight.

Otherwise, I’m afraid…” Ye Yashi hurriedly spoke up.

“What happened?” Ye Yaxin’s expression changed, and she looked at Ye Yashi with a concerned gaze.

With no choice, Ye Yashi had to recount the events to Ye Yaxin.

Although telling her would surely cause concern, it was clear that keeping the matter a secret was impossible.

After listening to Ye Yashi, Ye Yaxin’s face looked very troubled, her eyes flickering, bearing a weighty expression.

“Sister, don’t worry too much.

My brother-in-law said he has a way to deal with it,” Ye Yashi said, holding Ye Yaxin’s hand.

“Him?

What can he do, a guy who knows nothing but how to joke around?

Does he really have a way to deal with the Ishii Clan?” Ye Yaxin cast a scornful glance at Xiao Yifeng.

Xiao Yifeng felt displeased being looked down upon like this.

Damn it, after all, he was the mighty War Emperor, and yet his own fiancee showed such disdain.

“An uncle might endure, but an aunt can’t bear this!”

“Don’t worry, I was the one who blew Shijing Ichiro’s ‘family jewels’ to bits.

If they want revenge, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Xiao Yifeng sat to one side with arms folded, a satisfied look on his face.

However, Ye Yaxin’s face looked extremely grim as she stared at Xiao Yifeng and said coldly, “You take responsibility?

How will you do that?

Do you have any idea how formidable the Ishii Clan is?

The power and influence of the Ishii Clan alone, let alone the Ishii Group, are enough to easily crush Ye Corporation and the Ye Family, and you still say you’ll handle it alone?”

Listening to Ye Yaxin’s words, Xiao Yifeng’s brows furrowed slightly, and he gave Ye Yaxin a look, “So what you’re saying is that I should not have saved your sister and should have let her suffer at the hands of that beast?”

“Of course not, I’m thankful you saved Yashi, but I don’t like people who boast without the ability to back it up.

If the Ishii Clan gets angry because of this, no matter the sacrifice, I will do my best to protect you, not because you’re my fiancé, but because you saved Yashi.”

Ye Yaxin said coldly, taking Ye Yashi upstairs with her.

“This woman is truly inscrutable,” Xiao Yifeng shook his head, sighing, “Old man, what kind of wife have you found for me?

Conquering her is truly no small feat.”

“The Ishii Clan!” A sly smile appeared on Xiao Yifeng’s lips, a flash of cold light flickering briefly in his eyes.

Outside the emergency room of Tianhai City People’s Hospital, President Mushen paced back and forth with an anxious expression, while Mr.

Tokugawa sat calmly on a chair to the side.

The doors to the emergency room soon opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out.

“How is it?” President Mushen asked the doctor with an anxious expression.

“The patient’s life is no longer in danger.

However, the knees of both legs have suffered comminuted fractures from bullet impact.

I’m afraid he will have difficulty standing again in the future.

Also…”

“Also what?” A dark expression crossed President Mushen’s face as he spoke.

“Furthermore, the patient’s organs have completely necrotized.

We are unable to repair them and can only perform an excision, otherwise, it could lead to an infection of the wound,” the doctor continued.

“What?

You…

you all!”

President Mushen’s face underwent a drastic change as he grabbed the doctor’s collar and barked, “You bunch of quacks, do you know who he is?

And yet, you actually…”

“Enough, blaming them is pointless, they are just ordinary people, not Divine Doctors.” Mr.

Tokugawa spoke at this moment.

“If the Patriarch finds out about this matter, I am afraid my position as the president will come to an end.” President Mushen’s expression became somewhat vacant, and momentarily he seemed somewhat defeated.

“Don’t forget we still have other tasks to attend to, and although Young Master Ishii’s injury is currently beyond the reach of modern medicine, it doesn’t mean that some people can’t treat it,” Mr.

Tokugawa said gravely.

“What do you mean, Mr.

Tokugawa?” President Mushen’s eyes shifted toward Tokugawa.

“I believe that given the Ishii Clan’s capabilities, there is still a way to help Shijing Ichiro recover.

Just report the incident truthfully,” he advised.

After Mr.

Tokugawa finished speaking, he got up and left the place, leaving only President Mushen alone with a flickering light in his eyes, deep in thought.

Japan, Kyoto!

In a luxurious manor enveloped by the night, a formidable rage currently swept through the grand hall, making the air unbearably oppressive.

A middle-aged man with a stern face, dressed in a suit, and exuding a superior’s aura, bore a dark look, his eyes flickering with towering rage.

This man was none other than the current Ishii Clan Patriarch, the power-holder of Ishii Group, the economic backbone of Japan— Ishii Taihu.

In front of Ishii Taihu, a group of men were tremblingly kneeling on the ground; they were some of the Ishii Clan’s executives, each of them silent as cicadas in winter, daring not to breathe freely, their faces etched with fear.

The reason for Ishii Taihu’s towering fury was that he had received a call from President Mushen, informing him that his only bloodline, Shijing Ichiro, the designated heir of the Ishii Clan, had both legs and manhood crippled.

This news was like a spark to Ishii Taihu, igniting flames in his heart, transforming into an unceasing volcano.

“How dare someone lay such a vile hand on the heir of the proud Ishii Clan, my own bloodline; this is a challenge and an affront to the Ishii Clan!” Ishii Taihu thundered each word, his voice saturated with cold fury as an invisible aura of authority spread around him.

In that moment, Ishii Taihu, a prominent figure in Japan’s upper-class society, felt nothing but icy rage and a sharp murderous intent.

“Yamada Taka, I command you now to go to Tianhai immediately, safely escort Shijing Ichiro back, and then find the perpetrator who maimed Ichiro for me.

Bring them to me; I want to flay them alive on the spot,” Ishii Taihu ordered, his gaze resting on a middle-aged man with a beard and hawk-like features— one of his trusted aides who often handled matters for him.

“Yes, Patriarch!” Yamada Taka bowed respectfully in agreement.

Xiao Yifeng was unaware of Ishii Taihu’s anger, and of course, he wouldn’t care even if he knew.

At this moment, Xiao Yifeng was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room, holding the Blood Spirit Stone in his hand, his eyes flickering.