CHAPTER 1114: CHAPTER 1114: IMPERIAL HALL

Four pairs of sharp eyes swept over instantly, four burly men in suits stood there with their hands behind their backs, lined up in a row, and their waists were all bulky; no need to guess what that was.

However, these people couldn’t even catch Ye Chenfeng’s eye and were not worth mentioning at all.

Moreover, Ye Chenfeng knew that these guys were basically just gatekeepers, far from qualified to be bodyguards for the Military God and others.

After a few glances, the four men parted as if forming a path.

Ye Chenfeng feigned a timid look, carrying the wine heading inside.

He also witnessed the grandeur and vastness of the Imperial Hall. Even though there were about ten people inside, it still seemed exceedingly spacious.

A fat man sat on the leather sofa on the left, wearing oversized pants and an army-green shirt, with his hair in a mess like a bird’s nest.

Anyone who didn’t know him would surely treat him like a country bumpkin, but those who knew his identity would be infinitely fearful because he was the Military God’s son, the young master.

As for why he looked like this, perhaps a few words could explain it: the eccentric tastes of the wealthy.

There were no followers behind the young master, and judging by his solitary expression, this guy was used to being a loner.

At the same time, he was extremely confident in his abilities. Having witnessed him in action, Ye Chenfeng felt the young master had the right.

Meanwhile, on the sofa on the right sat a man about thirty years old. Even sitting down, it was apparent he was tall, with blue eyes, blonde curls, and a hooked nose—the characteristics of a Russian combat national were exceptionally pronounced.

He was extremely handsome, especially the curve of his smiling lips; it was unknown how many women he could draw in.

Absolutely a heartbreaker!

Without surprise, this must be Ivan Kirilenko.

But what caught Ye Chenfeng’s attention was the man behind him. A tall yet thin figure stood there, like a dry javelin, with a somber face, cold as ice, tattoos resembling a sun totem on the left side of his face. This person standing there gave an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

It’s like the feeling caused by nails scraping on glass, extremely unpleasant.

In front of the young master and Ivan Kirilenko sat two Southeast Asian beauties dressed scantily, wearing black maid outfits or pink bunny costumes, half-kneeling on the ground facing the two, helping pour wine, providing massages, and other services, allowing you to experience regal pleasures.

Money indeed makes the mare go. In this place, as long as you have money, these beauties are willing to follow you to the restroom, helping you unzip and providing other services, enabling you to experience a carefree world where money solves it all.

"Haha, Ivan, the wine I mentioned is here!"

The young master suddenly said to Ivan Kirilenko in fluent English, finally showing a trace of a smile.

Ivan Kirilenko was suddenly delighted, eyes eagerly fixed on the box in Ye Chenfeng’s hand.

It turned out Ivan Kirilenko found the club’s wine too weak, so the young master specially sent for strong liquor.

After all, the combat national is known for their love of alcohol; everyone knows this.

"What kind of wine is this?" Ivan Kirilenko asked, slightly trembling as he held the bottle, like it was a precious rarity.

"Erguotou!" the young master replied.

Ye Chenfeng’s forehead broke out in a few black lines; it turns out the liquor brought was Erguotou, but it could still give the Russian a taste.

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

Suddenly, the young master’s gaze fell upon Ye Chenfeng.

If a regular trainee delivers the wine, they’d surely leave immediately. Just the sight of four men in black would scare off many.

However, today’s attendant seemed unafraid of it all, even observing with interest.

"Are you talking to me?" Ye Chenfeng asked, pointing to himself, facing the young master.

"Gah!"

As soon as Ye Chenfeng spoke, the room fell silent, everyone’s gaze fixed on him.

Could there really be an attendant this bold?

"Get out of here quick. Do you know who’s sitting across from you?"

The four men in black disapproved immediately, stepping forward toward Ye Chenfeng.

"Stand down!"

But the young master waved them aside, signaling them to back off.

"Are you the waiter here?" the young master inquired calmly with Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng smiled and replied, "You guess?"

While speaking, Ye Chenfeng stood up from his half-crouched position.

"Rip!"

Casually tearing off the waiter’s uniform, tossing it aside.

Shock!

Utter shock!

The sudden scene left everyone in the Imperial Hall taken aback, many merely stared dumbly at Ye Chenfeng.

The man behind Ivan Kirilenko was already fixated on Ye Chenfeng, as if even the slightest move would have him tear Ye Chenfeng apart.

This was not all. Ye Chenfeng grabbed a bottle of Erguotou from the table, tilted his head and poured it down, finishing it in an instant.

"Gah!"

Everyone, including Ivan Kirilenko, was dumbfounded, witnessing someone drink like that for the first time, truly one big gulp, without even a gurgle.

Moreover, Ivan Kirilenko had tasted this wine earlier, finding it extremely spicy, the alcohol rushing through his chest like a surge—he couldn’t fathom the possibility despite decades of drinking.

After finishing the drink, Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes, murmuring enjoyably on his face.

"Refreshing!"

In the end, Ye Chenfeng summed it up in one word.

Watching the series of bizarre actions before him, the young master grew cautious.

"Who are you? What’s your purpose here?" the young master couldn’t help asking, his combat instincts instantly triggered, ready for battle even while seated.

Ye Chenfeng chuckled and answered, "I’m called Yezi, and the purpose here is to kidnap you guys... oh, wait, it’s to invite both of you to accompany me."

"..."

With words that surprise, Ye Chenfeng’s statement left everyone speechless.

Could someone really plan to kidnap the Military God’s son and the son of international honcho Ivankovich? Either this man has courage beyond measure or his brain was squashed by a door frame.

"Oh? Kidnap us?" Ivan Kirilenko’s servant translated Ye Chenfeng’s words, and he looked elated, ready to laugh uncontrollably.

Clearly, he found the situation entertaining, because at his status, such incidents are rare—kidnapping isn’t uncommon, but going about it openly is.

"Do you know our identity?" The young master asked with great interest.

Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Of course I do; otherwise, I wouldn’t have come all this way to kidnap... Sorry, invite you. My tongue slipped again."