Chapter 429 - The Beginning of the Revenge Plot (2/2)

“Very well, come with me.”

Chen Fan cut the girl short with a wave of a hand and agreed to let her tag along.

Natasha seemed surprised by Chen Fan’s decision. She gritted her teeth, mustered all the courage in her and walked out of the cave. Everyone gaped at her and scarcely dared to call her out for the absurdity of her actions. Old Raul wanted to say something but his lips only moved slightly as words got stuck in his throat.

No one was willing to deal with a potentially deadly stranger that they knew nothing about by putting their lives on the line

Therefore, they just watched as Natasha walked over to the stranger as an innocent newborn bunny would to the b.l.o.o.d.y maw of a beast.

“Hold on a second, I need to put some layers on. It’s too cold out there.”

It wasn’t until Natasha was a few paces away from the cave exist did she realize that she was still in her sweatpants and sweater. The tightly knit wool sweater hugged her athletic body with full but lean curves and her yoga pants were skin-tight on her hot long legs.

“You wouldn’t need a jacket if you are traveling with me.”

Chen Fan cracked a smile and grabbed a hold of Natasha. He took one step forward and immediately covered a dozen meters of distance.

“Arrh!”

Natasha blanched but quickly gathered herself. She realized that she was carried by Chen Fan in his arms while he darted across the tundra. The frozen landscape flew past her peripheral vision and turned into a blurry painting with streaks of grey and white. Natasha had only felt the same kind of thrill while drag racing during her rebellious teenage years.

“What the heck? He is moving at a few hundred kilometers per hour on snow? And he was right, I don’t feel cold at all. His body is like a furnace, it’s warm and… cozy.”

Natasha thought to herself.

“Hey, stop daydreaming, tell me where to go.”

Chen Fan furrowed his brows.

“Ah… oh… right. Ok… ok..”

Natasha blushed and pointed to the correct direction.

With the girl lodged in between his arms, Chen Fan blew through the forest, creeks, and mountains. He could cross any hurdle with one heroic leap forward. He zigzagged across the frozen tundra in a serpentine path, breaking the densely packed snow, and sending it skyward. Looking from above, he moved like an azure fish that swam across a calm white lake.

Natasha suddenly felt that she was dreaming.

It might have been the heady atmosphere inside the cave that had made her rush to a decision without thinking it through. Before she knew what she had signed up for, she was already a few hundred miles away from the camp.

“Sir, what is your business in the City of Yakutsk?” Natasha thought for a second and asked.

“There is a guy called Paul. He owns me some money and I want it back.” Chen Fan replied calmly.

“Paul.”

The name rang a bell in Natasha’s mind.

She remembered that the boss of the underground world in the City of Yakutsk was called Paul. However, Paul was a very common name, so she wagered that it could very well be someone else living in Yakutsk.

While Natasha fell into thought, Chen Fan had already noticed the outline Yakutsk in the distance.

It had taken Chen Fan ten days to get to the Warg Valley, but his return trip took mere hours.

The sight of the city in the distance wrenched Natasha’s mind out of her reverie. She was astonished by their incredible speed and felt the trip would take longer even if they had taken a plane.

After they entered the city, they quickly spotted Paul in a bar.

The first glimpse Paul had of trouble was through the bottom of his gla.s.s, as he upped it to drain the potent northern vodka the fifteenth time. He lived up to his reputation as the War Bear by being practically immune to the effects of alcohol, particularly vodka.

His eyes gleamed when he saw Natasha.

Any man who lay their eyes on Natasha’s tantalizing body would be impressed by what they saw. Driven by the burgeoning fire in his groin, Paul was about to get up and greet the girl, but that was when he saw Chen Fan.

“BaaDa!”

Paul could swear that he heard the sound of a bucket full of ice water being poured over his head. Nonetheless, the sight of Chen Fan made his heart sank to the bottom of an ice cave.

He froze in his tracks as his body started to tremble. Then he managed to ask in a shaky voice: “Chen… Chen Beixuan?”

Although he had only met Chen Fan once, he had seen Chen Fan’s face many times after the news about the battle at the Warg Valley got out. Paul had skin in the game, so naturally, he had followed the news closely.

Didn’t Chen Beixuan die in the Warg Valley? Why did he show up here all of a sudden?

Memories of how he sold out Chen Fan came back to Paul, sending his mind reeling. Fear crept into him and seized his heart in a tight grasp.

“Paul, my friend. Why are you so afraid of me?”

Chen Fan curled his lips into a grin and walked leisurely toward Paul, picking up a c.o.c.ktail while he was at it. Paul’s bodyguards tensed up their body, but none had dared to stop him.

Paul’s mind quickly succ.u.mbed to fear. He dropped to his knees and begged.

“Master Chen, please forgive me. I had no other option. The North Division and the KGB had come to me and coerced me to disclose your plan. They threatened to throw me into jail and put me on trial for my past crimes. I am dead meat if such a trial happens. Please, I was afraid.”

“You are afraid of the KGB and the North Division, but you are not afraid of me?”

Even as Chen Fan cracked an eerie smile, two golden flames appeared in his eyes.

He reached out a hand and snapped two fingers, sending a burst of red flame toward Paul. The flame quickly burrowed into Paul’s body and disappeared.

“The Flame of Red Lotus might help remind you what happens when you cross me.”

Chen Fan said slowly.

As the fire spread across Paul’s body, he rolled back and forth on the ground, screaming painfully at the top of his lungs.

People in the bar watched him suffer with icy expressions on their faces, yet no one dared to help him out.