Chapter 151: Welcome to the Holy Envoy Order

A stone thrown into a calm lake creates a thousand ripples, and the business world of Paris was in a similar uproar.

The Yiren Group appeared to be nothing more than an inconspicuous pebble at first glance.

Everyone's attention was focused on the open struggle and covert conflicts between the Yiren Group and Kali.

As a result, they completely overlooked the original purpose of this group of yellow-skinned individuals coming to Paris.

With this layer of identity acting as a camouflage, it became much safer and more reliable for the undercover agents to gather information and intelligence behind the scenes.

Y6 and the Holy Envoy Corps had clashed once again in neighboring Britain. Y6 emerged victorious, and a large number of members from the Holy Envoy Corps had fled to France. However, they could not escape Liu Yiyi’s comprehensive surveillance, and she quickly locked onto their activities and tracks.

The logistics and reserves of the Holy Envoy Corps had been completely plundered by Y6, and they were currently in dire need of funds.

After all, they were desperadoes.

Driven by utter desperation, there was probably nothing they would not stoop to do.

Without sufficient capital, they had no way to sustain this so-called "Holy War."

Coincidentally, news of Muhammad’s presence in Paris spread like wildfire, so they began plotting to kidnap the filthy-rich Arab prince in order to extort a massive ransom.

Yet, the members of the Holy Envoy Corps had no idea that they were gradually stepping into the eye of a storm. The moment they decided to make a move against Muhammad, they walked right into the first trap Lu Ye had laid out for them.

In a dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Paris, hundreds of members of the Holy Envoy Corps had gathered, including their leader.

"Yesterday, Muhammad signed a multi-billion-dollar major order with a Chinese-funded enterprise. He is staying in Paris for one more day today to finalize the specific details, and tomorrow he returns to his home country."

"Leader, time is running out for us."

Among the crowd was a bearded middle-aged man—their leader, whose name was Zaqi.

As Zaqi used a rag to polish his golden AK-47 until it shone brilliantly, he instructed his subordinates, "Find out Muhammad's itinerary for today and get ready to make a move."

"Yes!"

Zaqi paused for a moment and added, "Also, investigate the background of that Chinese-funded company. If there's an opportunity, seize their money as well. Ten billion is no small sum."

"Yes!"

...

This morning, Su Qianqian was just about to leave for the branch office to work on the architectural design drawings for Muhammad's palace.

Lu Ye told her to wait downstairs for a moment, as he needed to put on some makeup before heading out.

And so, Su Qianqian stood downstairs, puzzled, waiting for him for over half an hour.

When she saw him again, her jaw nearly dropped in shock.

"Dummy, why are you here? Where is my husband?"

The man standing before her wore a white robe and a white veil, bearing an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Muhammad. He grinned broadly.

"Wife, it's me!"

She pulled back the veil to take a closer look, and it truly was Lu Ye!

Su Qianqian asked in astonishment, "What the heck? Why are you dressed up like this to go out?"

Lu Ye lowered his voice and explained, "Someone might try to kidnap the dummy today, so I plan to disguise myself as him and let the kidnappers take me instead."

"When the time comes, you can look startled, but don't panic on the inside. Whatever happens is completely within my expectations."

Su Qianqian nodded and replied, "Alright, I understand."

"Great, let's go then!"

With that, Lu Ye flashed a set of car keys.

It was the golden Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon he had borrowed in advance from Muhammad yesterday—eye-catching to the extreme.

As for the real Muhammad, he had already returned to his country quietly and secretly last night.

When Lu Ye drove this golden G-Wagon through the streets of Paris, nobody suspected that the person sitting inside could be anyone other than Muhammad.

Arriving at the company entrance, Lu Ye stepped out of the car, walked over to the front passenger door with an exaggerated, swaggering stride, and opened it for Su Qianqian.

Even their own company employees were dumbfounded!

No way?

Could Supervisor Lu have been cheated on?

Why on earth was this oil tycoon dropping President Su off at work?

Even they failed to recognize Lu Ye, which showed just how effective this meticulous disguise had been.

Just as they were about to head toward Su Qianqian's office, a harsh screech of tires grinding against the pavement suddenly echoed from outside.

Four recklessly driving cars tore into the company premises, and a group of masked kidnappers poured out, aiming their AK-47s directly at Lu Ye and Su Qianqian.

"Ah!!!"

The female employees in the company instantly shrieked in terror.

Bang, bang, bang!

The leader of the kidnappers fired a few blank shots into the ceiling.

Then, pointing at Lu Ye and Su Qianqian, he barked, "You two, come with us!"

Feigning panic, Lu Ye raised his hands high and stumbled forward toward them. Su Qianqian, wearing a look of utter terror, followed closely behind him. They were promptly shoved into a car and driven away by the kidnappers.

After a drive of about half an hour, Lu Ye and Su Qianqian were brought to the abandoned manor on the outskirts of Paris and pushed down into a dark, gloomy cellar.

Click!

A dim, yellowish overhead light flickered on.

Zaqi pulled off his mask, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he said, "Prince Muhammad, it is my pleasure to inform you that you have just been kidnapped."

"Welcome to the Holy Envoy Corps."

Lu Ye also removed his headscarf with a grin and replied, "Leader Zaqi, it is my regret to inform you that you have kidnapped the wrong person."

"I am not Muhammad. Didn't expect that, did you?"

Zaqi was completely stunned!

The fair-skinned, black-eyed young man before him was obviously not Muhammad. Had they really grabbed the wrong person?

"Then who are you?"

"I am the son of the Middle East oil tycoon, Nicholas Yuqing—Nicholas Yeye!"

"Nicholas Yeye?"

Lu Ye chuckled, "Correct, and if you think the name is too long, you can just call me Yeye."

Zaqi was utterly bewildered. Why did this name sound so bizarre?

"Yeye, why were you at the Yiren Group, and what is your purpose?"

Lu Ye explained, "My good brother Muhammad introduced me there. He said the Yiren Group is a real estate company with extraordinary capabilities, and I also wanted to have them build a palace for me."

"As for you guys, why did you drag me to a place like this?"

Zaqi stared blankly for a moment before throwing his head back in wild laughter.

"Hahaha, even if we didn't catch Muhammad, catching you is just as good."

"The offspring of you oil tycoons all come from wealthy families, don't you? I'm going to trade your little life for a ransom of ten billion!"

With that, he turned his gaze to Su Qianqian standing beside Lu Ye.

"As for this beautiful young lady, I heard Muhammad gave you ten billion as a deposit yesterday."

"Hand that money over to me, and I will naturally let you leave."

Zaqi paced around the two of them before sitting down on a stool brought over by his subordinate. He leisurely lit a cigar, waiting for the two of them to transfer the funds, wearing the absolute expression of someone who had them firmly in his grasp.

Zaqi believed that the wealthier people were, the more afraid of death they became. Now that they were trapped in the tiger's den, they naturally had no other choice.

However, Lu Ye simply burst out laughing: "With a bunch of good-for-nothings like you, no matter how much money you ask for, you'll never defeat Y6."

Puff!

Zaqi spat out his cigar and roared angrily, "Are you one of Y6's people?"

Lu Ye wagged a finger and chuckled lightly, "No, no, no. Just like you, I am also an enemy of Y6."

"Not only am I wealthy, but I am also intelligent."

"And while your Holy Envoy Corps is strong and well-armed, you lack a strategist who can plan and strategize from behind the scenes."

"Leader Zaqi, why don't we join forces and take down Y6?"

Zaqi looked him up and down with open contempt and said, "If you also want to deal with Y6, then simply hand over the ransom. Cut the crap; playing games with me is useless."

Lu Ye smiled, "You think I'm playing games with you?"

Zaqi snorted, "There are three hundred elite knights of the Holy Envoy Corps right here, every single one of them armed to the teeth with live ammunition. Who on earth could possibly save you?"

Whoosh!

Lu Ye’s figure suddenly blurred.

Zaqi felt his vision swim for a fraction of a second, followed immediately by an icy sensation pressing against his throat.

Looking down, he saw a dull black dagger resting horizontally right across his neck.

Lu Ye sneered, "Leader Zaqi, there is now a razor-sharp dagger pressed against your throat. Who can save you?"

This martial prowess was truly fast, precise, and ruthless!

Zaqi’s subordinates took a moment to react. "Let our leader go!"

Zaqi barked, "Never mind me! Grab that woman first!"

He wanted to use Su Qianqian as leverage against Lu Ye, even if he wasn't sure whether it would work.

Crackle, hiss...

A sudden flash of lightning sparked violently from the small denim jacket Su Qianqian was wearing!

Anyone who got too close was instantly paralyzed by the ten-thousand-volt high-voltage electricity, and this version 2.0 Thor's Armor even possessed an active attack capability.

Although the little scoundrel had assured her that this trip to Europe would not involve any major danger, Su Qianqian had still carefully fully charged the Thor's Armor, and now it came in handy.

Crackle, hiss...

Arcs of electricity continuously sputtered and spread through the crowd.

Before long, Zaqi was left staring in utter disbelief...