The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 1021 [The Boss Behind Fu Yanjie]

After all, such situations happen here quite often; it’s nothing unusual.

What surprised Ye Chenfeng was that the four women did not take him and Xu Hanwen out of Entertainment City. Instead, they took them inside what seemed to be a warehouse.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Xu Hanwen exclaimed, he and Ye Chenfeng had their eyes blindfolded by Heimu.

Elevator.

Even though his eyes were covered, Ye Chenfeng could clearly feel they were in an elevator.

...

Eighth Layer!

According to Ye Chenfeng’s calculation, the elevator eventually stopped at the eighth floor.

The hotel has five floors, so there must be something fishy about the six, seven, and eight floors that are higher than the hotel.

After getting off the elevator, Ye Chenfeng and Xu Hanwen were led by the four women who walked for an unknown distance before finally stopping.

"Clang clang..."

The sound of a mechanical door opening was heard, and a cold breath rushed out.

Instantly, Ye Chenfeng sensed many strong presences.

This place is not ordinary.

Even Ye Chenfeng became vigilant, his body tense, with the combat cells in his body activated, ready to strike at any moment.

"Madam, we’ve brought these two people back!"

Ye Chenfeng heard the woman beside him address someone, and then his blindfold was removed.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the blindfold came off, a beam of intense light shone directly into Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.

"Ah!"

The sudden occurrence almost blinded Ye Chenfeng, forcing him to close his eyes immediately, with bright spots dancing before him.

"Bam!"

Simultaneously, Ye Chenfeng’s abdomen took a heavy punch, as if hit by a sports car, sending him flying several meters away.

A wave of piercing pain surged like an ocean, accompanied by a strong nausea that overwhelmed Ye Chenfeng.

Staggering, Ye Chenfeng steadied himself, rubbing his eyes, which were still seeing swirling shadows.

However, because of this, Ye Chenfeng got a clear look at his surroundings.

This was a place similar to an underground fight club, with rings and several huge iron cages, big enough to hold large animals like black bears.

After scanning his surroundings, Ye Chenfeng looked ahead, his vision still a bit blurry, but he could roughly see clearly.

"Click clack..."

With the sound of high heels striking the floor, a charming figure moved like a water snake.

Long, waterfall-like hair casually spread over her bare, fair shoulders, her fiery and wild body outlined in a black tight-fitting leather skirt, fluctuating in all the right places.

Especially those mountains, slender waist, and full hips—truly the epitome of an hourglass figure.

A small, oval face was like a masterpiece crafted by an artist over a lifetime—a peerless beauty.

Her expressive big eyes, full of charm and allure, opened and closed mesmerizingly.

The woman had an exceptionally tall figure, standing around 175 centimeters, and when wearing red Prada high heels, she was almost as tall as Ye Chenfeng.

This made her long legs unbelievably slender, sparking thoughts of "legs for years" among onlookers.

Yet, a phrase crossed Ye Chenfeng’s mind: "Nothing beats spring water; nothing’s more fun than a mature woman’s return!"

"Buzz buzz..."

Ye Chenfeng’s head was still buzzing, but as he regathered his senses, his eyes slowly returned to normal, providing a clear view of the woman, though earlier she was just a blur.

But this time, he could see her clearly; when his eyes landed on the woman’s face, Ye Chenfeng was stunned instantly.

Because he had met this person briefly before—last time, when searching for the whereabouts of a little dragon, he had stumbled into a room and met this stunning mature woman.

Yes, Madam!

Ye Chenfeng then remembered that the woman next to him had addressed her as Madam, which matched the identity of the mature woman.

But why is she here? Another question arose.

Could she be the boss behind Fu Yanjie, the one trying to recruit the Golden War God?

The woman was only curiously appraising him without speaking or showing any signs of recognizing him.

But Ye Chenfeng knew the woman definitely saw his face that night.

"What are you looking at? Is Madam someone you can just gaze at? Be careful; you might not even know how you die!"

The woman next to Ye Chenfeng noticed him staring intently at their "Madam" and snapped angrily.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the people surrounding the "Madam," each one a master, with four or five foreigners among them.

Ye Chenfeng specifically noticed a foreign man with a Mohican hairstyle, recognizing him as the one who had punched him.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask.

"Do you have a death wish? You’re the one who’s been questioning. Do you believe I can’t make you die right here?"

The women who brought Ye Chenfeng here suddenly displayed ferocious expressions, exuding a violent atmosphere.

Ye Chenfeng stayed silent, merely shaking his clothes.

"Clang clang clang..."

At his feet suddenly appeared a pile of weapons, both cold and hot arms.

"What?"

Seeing this, everyone present turned pale.

Especially the four women who brought Ye Chenfeng; they hurriedly felt their bodies, only to find no weapons left.

"You..."

Ye Chenfeng chuckled: "Sorry about that, but those metal lumps must be heavy on you. Let me lighten the load for you. No need to thank me; I’m Lei by name!"

"Gah!"

The four women simultaneously turned pale, holding their breath, daring not to make a sound. The thought flashed across their minds: if Ye Chenfeng had acted, they would’ve been dead already.

They realized they had underestimated Ye Chenfeng, thinking he was just a playboy without suspecting he could have secretly taken their weapons.

They only then realized that Ye Chenfeng had deliberately followed them here.

"Clank!"

A string of metallic sounds came from Ye Chenfeng’s hand, as he held a necklace-like pendant.

"Hmm?"

The foreign man with the Mohican hairstyle immediately reached for his neck, finding it empty.

Everyone was startled once more, realizing that Ye Chenfeng must have stolen it when Mohican punched him.

"Smack!"

Ye Chenfeng casually tossed the pendant over.

"Thud thud thud..."

As he caught the pendant, Mohican felt an immense weight pressing down, almost pulling him to the ground.

"Gah!"

Instantly, silence fell over the scene.