Ivankov had an enormous face, a wild afro, thick lashes, and striking eyeshadow and lip gloss.
His mouth was huge, and he was always grinning and laughing. Whenever he opened those thick lips, Ye Chen thought his mouth looked like a great wine vat. A whole person could fit inside it.
His outfit was just as outrageous. Fishnet tights covered his legs, and a tight, low-cut dress clung to his plump body. To be honest, it did nothing for him. The whole look was mismatched and ridiculous.
"Inazuma? Ahhh... You bastards! How dare you do this to Inazuma!"
Inazuma was badly hurt. Blood and flesh had matted together across his body, his hair hung loose, and he was barely breathing. He was covered in wounds and had clearly suffered terrible torture. Ivankov ground his teeth in fury, making his flesh tremble.
"Hmph... Now this is getting interesting."
War Wolf smiled in satisfaction when he saw Ivankov's anger.
The angrier Ivankov got, the harder he would fight. That was exactly the kind of battle War Wolf wanted.
"Captain, let me test him first."
War Wolf was about to move when a dark figure sprang past him and landed beside Ivankov. It was his deputy, Yalta, a Macaque Fruit user!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Yalta bounded around Ivankov, twisting and darting with ghostly speed. Before long, a fierce wind whipped up around Ivankov, driven entirely by Yalta's rapid movements.
"Take this!"
After circling Ivankov a dozen times, Yalta slipped behind him and swung a Spiked Club weighing over a hundred pounds straight at the back of his head.
Yalta struck fast, accurately, and viciously, attacking from behind. He was sure the blow would land. Before the Spiked Club even reached Ivankov, Yalta could already picture his skull smashed open.
"Hee-haw..."
Ivankov suddenly sidestepped,