CHAPTER 1117: CHAPTER 1117: IVANKOVICH

"As expected, stronger than I imagined, directly kidnapping the young military officer and Mr. Ivan, and disabling Mr. Ivan’s personal bodyguard!" In the Iron Blood Club, upon hearing the news, Yan Kuangyin couldn’t help but sigh.

Liancheng curiously asked, "Master, how strong is Mr. Ivan’s personal bodyguard?"

"Futuriake originates from Russia’s Special Forces organization, Alpha, mastering the ancient secret technique of the Sith to its peak. The Ivan Family only placed this one man beside Ivan Kirilenko, letting him roam freely, naturally for a reason," Yan Kuangyin explained.

Liancheng broke out in a cold sweat, trembling as he said, "Futuriake being injured like this indicates that Ye’s strength far surpasses his?"

Yan Kuangyin smiled and said, "That’s right, Ye’s strength is not inferior to mine, possibly even greater."

"Hiss..."

Yan Kuangyin gasped, now comparing himself to Yan Kuangyin’s level.

"This time the Military God will likely be forced out, kidnapping the young military officer and the Ivan family’s heir at once. I believe the name Ye will resonate throughout the Capital City," Yan Kuangyin said.

The Qin Family Mansion.

"What did you say? Ye not only changed the Iron Blood Club Military God’s avatar but also kidnapped the young military officer and the Ivan family’s heir?" Qin Changtian’s eyes almost bulged out upon hearing the news.

"Ye has become a celebrity in the Capital City, even being the first in history to dare offend the Military God."

Qin Changtian’s expression changed, making a decision: "Recently, none of you should associate with Ye, including Yanran. Also, inform Han Zhushang."

"Understood, Elder Qin!"

The Ye Family was also very shocked after hearing the news.

"Actually provoking the Military God! Simply tired of living, but well, the Military God will definitely make a move, saving my Ye Family the trouble." Ye Jianguo sneered.

The Ji Family.

Ji Qingrong was practically jumping with rage, his face changing dramatically, fuming as he said, "What exactly is he doing? Provoking the Military God and even kidnapping the Military God’s son and the Ivan family’s heir, isn’t he courting death?"

"What should we do now, Elder Ji?"

Ji Qingrong’s eyes shot out a cold light as he said in a deep voice, "For now, cut off contact with Ye Chenfeng, especially not letting Qiushui be involved with him. I’ve noticed recently Qiushui has been getting closer to him. It’s said the Iron Blood Club was introduced by Qiushui. Until this matter is resolved, we must avoid any association with him."

...

All the influential organizations or families in the Capital City, such as the Bai Family, Wang Family, have their attention focused on "Ye."

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng was in a luxurious hotel, facing him was Han Zhushang. Despite Qin Changtian’s instructions, she immediately sought out Ye Chenfeng.

"Miss Han, now I see, you truly love me!" Ye Chenfeng’s smile deepened.

Han Zhushang’s expressive eyes lit up, smiling as she questioned Ye Chenfeng, "Oh?"

Ye Chenfeng’s smile was slightly bashful: "After this incident, anyone involved with me hurriedly distanced themselves as far as they could, regretting having any ties with me. Yet you didn’t avoid but sought me out. This must be true love!"

Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Han Zhushang was very happy, almost laughing like a blooming flower.

"Do you think calling you my little husband was just casual? Humph, even if everyone in the world is false to you, you must know there’s me, absolutely standing by your side," Han Zhushang said.

Ye Chenfeng felt warmth in his heart; with Han Zhushang, he could always feel warmth.

"But what I want to ask is..."

Before Han Zhushang could finish her sentence, Ye Chenfeng interrupted: "I know what you want to ask, my motive is to force the Military God out. He may be connected to the mastermind behind destroying the Dragon Knight Forbidden Army, perhaps he is the mastermind."

"I see, I knew my little husband wouldn’t act recklessly." Han Zhushang smiled and said.

"Don’t worry, I have everything under control." Then Ye Chenfeng changed the topic: "I’ll leave now. Although you’re unafraid, I still don’t want you to get entangled in this."

Han Zhushang nodded and said, "If you need any help, just let me know."

Russia.

On a certain street in Moscow, only a few cars sped by, with no pedestrians in sight.

The whole city exuded a cold tone, as if immersed in an ice-cold snowy landscape.

At this moment, a speeding luxury car suddenly stopped on the street.

If any car expert were present, they’d be greatly astonished.

Because this is a Cadillac DeVille armored vehicle, with only three in the world.

The entire car is made of double-thick high-density steel plates, titanium alloy, high-strength ceramics, and other materials, capable of resisting all kinds of weapons. The car doors alone are 8 inches thick, weighing the same as a Boeing 757 cabin door.

The car’s core is among the most advanced globally, equipped with an oxygen supply and advanced fire extinguishing systems, with special foam in the fuel tank preventing explosions in attacks.

The owner of such a luxurious car must have an earth-shattering identity.

Indeed, it belonged to the infamous international bigwig, the head of the Ivan Family who built a commercial empire in Europe, Ivankovich’s car.

Actually, there are six more cars providing security around this Cadillac, just out of sight. Any would-be assassins might not even get near the Cadillac.

Inside the cabin, on a luxurious seat, an old man wore a black top hat, donned a mink fur coat, with a fluffy face adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, and a mustache so curly it was bewilderingly thick, sporting a noticeable potbelly, looking as greasy as possible.

He was on the phone, and when he heard the content, his expression froze instantly.

"What? My son was kidnapped?" the old man roared suddenly in anger.

There were others in the cabin, all holding their breath and daring not to make a sound upon hearing Ivankovich’s fury.

"Where’s Futuriake?" Ivankovich asked again.

"What? In the hospital? Someone actually injured him?" Hearing the second piece of news nearly drove Ivankovich into a frenzy.

"Get me connected to the Military God of the Divine Land, I demand an explanation." The old man was furious.

"Beep... beep..."

The phone rang for a while before suddenly connecting.

"Mr. Billion?"

A voice full of vigor came from the other end of the line.