The Soviet base is quite inconspicuous, or rather, a bit unexpected.

Because the base is completely underground and adjacent to an underground parking lot, generally speaking, it's hard to imagine that the formidable Soviet base is next to a parking lot.

However, precisely because of this, except for Soviet personnel, it's nearly impossible for anyone to find it, while ensuring the security of the Soviet base to the very least.

Although the base is underground, its equipment and facilities are top-notch. Even if you use artillery shells, it won't be easy to break it down in a short time, and there's a counterattack system inside; the program will immediately activate whenever it encounters damage.

This place is as hard as a tortoise shell.

Entering the Soviet base is a very troublesome task; even Forsa had to go through multiple procedures to open the door.

Not only does it have facial recognition and fingerprint recognition here, it also requires a very high-tech key. After inserting it into the core of the lock, you need deep fingerprint and facial recognition to enter.

It can be said that the Soviet security systems are absolutely top-notch in the world.

After entering the Soviet base, Forsa politely discussed with Ye Xunhuan to take Qiu Ruoxi and Qianhuan Liuyun elsewhere to wait for him.

Ye Xunhuan had no objections to this, after all, they were already in the Soviet base, and if anything happened to Qiu Ruoxi and Qianhuan Liuyun here, all the Soviet personnel would be hard-pressed to escape blame!

After settling Qiu Ruoxi and Qianhuan Liuyun, Forsa directly took Ye Xunhuan to a secret room.

The secret room was completely made of unknown mineral compounds, the hardness is imaginable.

After Forsa went through fingerprint authentication, the door opened, and he then led Ye Xunhuan inside.

At this moment, in front of a long mahogany desk in the secret room, an old man was sitting.

The old man looked about six or seventy years old, his hair was mostly gray, but the skin on his face showed no signs of sagging, looked quite rosy, full of color, and spirited.

"Chief, the Marshal is here!"

The old man nodded slightly, slowly shifting his gaze onto Ye Xunhuan, saying to Forsa, "Step down!"

Forsa remained in place, with a look as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Noticing that Forsa hadn't moved, the old man asked again, "Is there anything else?"

Forsa pondered slightly before walking towards the old man's side.

Instantly, Forsa was beside the old man, whispering something unknown to him.

However, this old man maintained a lack of expression from start to finish, just quietly staring at Ye Xunhuan, making it impossible to discern any thoughts from his face!

The old man was looking at Ye Xunhuan, and Ye Xunhuan was looking at the old man as well, and even scrutinizing him.

After whispering in the old man's ear, Forsa respectfully left.

After Forsa left, the old man said to Ye Xunhuan, "Tea or coffee?"

"Whatever!"

After walking in from outside, Ye Xunhuan unapologetically sat on a sofa nearby, crossing his legs, without any sign of nervousness, as if he was not in the Soviet base but back home, looking leisurely.

"Then tea it is!" the old man said blandly, "Tea ceremony originated in your Huaxia, and Huaxia people like drinking tea. Although nowadays Huaxia's accomplishments in the tea ceremony are not as good as Fusang's, it is still considered a connoisseur's culture, just wondering how the Marshal feels!"

Ye Xunhuan smiled but said nothing.

Subsequently, the old man stood up to brew tea for Ye Xunhuan.

The old man seemed to have studied the tea ceremony, his tea-making skills were not only adept but exceptional.

After brewing the tea, the old man poured a cup for Ye Xunhuan, then said, "Try it!"

Ye Xunhuan picked up the teacup in front of him, gently sniffed it, then took a sip, "Lingering fragrance in the mouth, amidst faint bitterness is mixed with a rich aroma!"

"It's good tea!"

"Marshal, do you know what kind of tea this is?"

"Chamomile tea!" Ye Xunhuan said softly, "Right?"

Chamomile tea is produced in Europe, West Asia, and North Africa, well-known locally for its health benefits, regarded as one of the most common herbal teas in Western households. The tea is golden yellow, with a unique bitterness accompanying its strong, sweet aroma; honey, fresh milk, or cinnamon may be added in moderation, delicious when warm or cold. It can relax nerves, aids digestion when drunk after meals, supports vision, liver health, and lowers blood pressure, with extensive functions, earning its reputation as the "doctor's herbal tea."

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, the old man immediately showed a broad smile, "As expected of the Marshal, truly knowledgeable, recognizable after just one sip, admirable, admirable!"

"If you wish to discuss the tea ceremony with me, I would be very willing," Ye Xunhuan said flatly, "But is discussing the tea ceremony why you asked me here?"

Ye Xunhuan had no time to indulge in small talk with the old man before him, preferring to speak directly and enjoy frankness, which would make both parties more comfortable.

"Refreshing!" The old man looked at Ye Xunhuan admiringly, "It's said that the Marshal is not only formidable but also straightforward, seeing you today, they indeed speak no empty words!"

"Old man, do you think flattering me is going to get you anywhere?"

The old man chuckled, saying, "Just speaking the truth, but since you dislike hearing the truth, let us talk business!"

"Please speak!"

"Marshal, actually our Russia isn't very welcoming to you, you must be aware of this, right?"

The old man was quite direct, cutting straight to the chase.

Ye Xunhuan was not in the least surprised by this, nodding calmly, "I understand, after all, there have been two incidents just after arriving here; anyone would be unhappy, wishing to drive me out immediately."

"Exactly," the old man said plainly, "To put it bluntly, you are like a mobile source of calamities, wherever you go, there are troubles to follow!"

"So, you want to drive me out?"

The old man nodded, "Honestly, I really do want to drive you out, but I also know that even if I do, you might not leave."

"And with your strength, if you wish to hide in the dark, even if we Soviets are powerful, we probably still wouldn't find you!"

The old man's words were quite true, Moscow is neither large nor small, but if someone truly resolves to hide, finding them would be challenging, especially someone who is a king in the underground world.

"So?"

"I hope you can agree to a few requests!"