Chapter 103 Can you stop me?

The plane took off quickly, and Ji Wanwan happened to be in a window seat. The clouds outside blocked the view of what was below.

He simply closed his eyes.

Three hours passed quickly. When we arrived in Z City, the sky was overcast, and there were signs that it was about to rain.

Ji Wanwan didn't have an umbrella and just hoped it wouldn't rain before she got home, otherwise she would be soaked to the bone.

Ji Wanwan took a taxi after leaving the airport, then transferred to a bus, then to a village bus, and finally arrived home.

The village is a bit remote and poor, with winding roads that are barely passable by car, but Ji Wanwan has gotten used to it.

And luckily, it didn't rain that day.

By the time she got to her doorstep, it was already dark.

Ji Wanwan stood at the door with her suitcase, peering through the crack in the door to see what Si Shu was doing.

But there was no one in sight, and the house was even quite deserted.

The door wasn't locked, and Ji Wanwan frowned.

"Grandma should be cooking at this time."

How come there's not a sound at all? It's pitch black inside.

Ji Wanwan pushed open the door and walked into the room, the wooden door creaking as it rubbed against the floor.

In the small courtyard in front, the faucet wasn't turned off properly, and water droplets dripped onto the ground, making a soft, ticking sound.

"grandmother?"

Ji Wanwan called softly, her footsteps light, a chill ran through her heart, something was wrong.

It's too quiet; Si Shu can't possibly go for a walk right now.

But she couldn't understand what dangers could there be here.

She swallowed hard, looked around, and found the light switch from memory. The moment her fingertip touched the switch, she turned on the light.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of her head. She groaned and pressed the switch hard with her fingertips. Warm light shone into her pupils, but her vision instantly went dark.

"Who is it...?"

She moved her lips, wondering who was behind her.

Where did Grandma go again?

how so……

Without waiting for her to think, she collapsed to the ground with a thud and completely lost consciousness.

The rain that had been slow to fall was now pouring down.

Meanwhile, inside the Igor Palace in Russia.

Viktor's voice was cold and carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Get married within a week."

His wedding to Katya had been delayed for a long time.

Romanov's siblings, who were on his side of the family, gradually became restless and wanted to seize Kolov's power.

They were also the ones who most wanted to kill Kolov.

If he dies, he will relinquish his status as heir.

The only way for him to truly gain power now is to marry Katya, so that no one will dare to touch him.

But Viktor didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to know how far Kolov could go for Ji Wanwan.

How am I any different from who I was back then?

"No." Kolov said firmly.

Kolov wouldn't even give a damn about two rats crossing the street; in Russia, they wouldn't dare to openly confront him.

They only do some underhanded things behind people's backs.

He would never marry Katya for these rights; he wouldn't even consider her.

As for their underhanded tactics, he has dealt with most of them over the past month and is preparing to go back to find Ji Wanwan.

Just as he finished speaking and was about to leave, a group of bodyguards in suits rushed into the hall, each one imposing and tall, forming a wall that blocked the doorway.

Kolov stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

"You can't leave."

Victor sat upright, his fingertips rubbing the curved metal bar, which had originally been a necklace but which he had now removed.

If you look closely, you'll see that the ring on his hand is a pair with this one, but the one on his hand has been cut open.

He considered taking it back, but she wouldn't wear it anyway, so he decided to leave it as it was.

"Can't leave?" Kolov repeated his words, his voice icy cold.

"You have to get married, and you have to take this position."

Viktor leaned on the chair with one hand, and even though he was over forty, his face was still wrinkle-free, showing that he was very well-maintained.

He exudes an elegance that stems from his very being, and the authority he has accumulated over the years adds to his formidable presence.

This position is the pyramid of power, where living on the edge of a knife is the norm, and a slight misstep can lead to falling into an abyss.

Therefore, this position can only belong to Kolov.

But Ji Wanwan's appearance changed everything. Kolov's personality changed, and he developed a weakness, which was fatal to him.

Kolov took off his coat and threw it casually on the ground, lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened the collar.

"Can you stop me?"

Upon entering this hall, all dangerous weapons and swords would be confiscated, and Alexander could only wait for him at the entrance.

The only way he can break free is with his fists.

Victor: "You'll know once you try."

Kolov walked toward the door, and his bodyguards came to greet him one by one. Kolov's face was terribly gloomy, and he was filled with anger.

No one could stop him from going to find Ji Wanwan.

He didn't want to bother with any of these trivial matters.

He was going crazy after not seeing her for a month.

Kolov grabbed their collars and slammed them against the wall.

The hall quickly descended into chaos, with occasional muffled groans of pain echoing through the air.

Because Victor didn't order them to use knives or guns, the bodyguards could only fight him with their fists, and all the burly bodyguards collapsed to the ground.

But soon a new group of people arrived outside, eyeing Kolov with predatory intent.

He wasn't in much better shape; his abdomen was severely injured, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.

If this continues, Kolov will eventually be exhausted to death, while his men are constantly being replaced.

Viktor looked at him leisurely, a smirk playing on his lips. What difference was there between them?

"I will let you leave in seven days." He then stood up and prepared to leave.

This is not the scene she wanted to see.

Kolov gritted his teeth. What exactly was this old man up to?

"I've already said it, I'm leaving now!"

He roared at him, his furious shouts echoing throughout the hall.

Kolov threw away the blood-stained handkerchief, stretched his limbs again, and refused to believe that he could be trapped by him again.

Viktor stopped in his tracks and left him with a message: "You can only leave if you have the ability to do so."

Since he made everyone aware of Ji Wanwan's existence, he must bear the corresponding consequences.

Here, the strong rule, and the weak are the ones who get bullied.

Kolov understood this principle best.

Viktor deserves a lot of credit for how he became like this.

He had never received Viktor's affection since childhood, simply because Kolov was a child Viktor didn't want, a child born to someone he didn't love.

His mother died shortly after his birth.

He has never experienced love, so naturally he doesn't know how to love.