Chapter 437 - The Second Immortal Level Warrior? (1/2)

Chapter 437: The Second Immortal Level Warrior?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The train pulled over to a station.

This was the last stop before entering Moscow in a small city called Balas.h.i.+kha. The city only had a few hundred thousand citizens, and therefore, not a lot of pa.s.sengers were getting on or off at this stop.

Once the train had come to a full stop, a couple of pa.s.sengers got off the train to get some food at the station or to stretch their legs.

Unlike the other stations, there was not a single soldier to be seen at the Balas.h.i.+kha station. Moscow was only a few dozen kilometers away, and she slept quietly, seemingly unwitting of Chen Fan’s arrival.

“Sir, something is off…”

Natasha’s face changed color as she registered that something was amiss.

The closer they got to Moscow, the more stringent the security check had been. Why would the Russians swing the gate to the city wide-open while trying so hard to stop them from getting here?

Something didn’t add up.

“Pada, pda.”

A short-hair woman wearing a tight leather outfit over her hot body walked over to Chen Fan, bowed, and then said: “Mr. Chen Beixuan, someone wants to see you.”

“Red Sparrow?”

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and gazed at the woman.

The illusion spell he had cast could only fool the eyes of normal people, but not Extraordinary Ones such as Red Sparrow. At Red Sparrow’s level, she had learned to identify a person, not by appearance, but also their soul energy signal.

A Grandmaster’s nose was more sensitive than a dogs nose, their eyes were sharper than that of an eagle, and they could hear the quietest sound that could even escape an alert cat.

Both Martial artists and Immortal Cultivators were a form of evolution in their own ways. Through her cultivation, Red Sparrow had gained a rudimentary form of spirit body that helped to heighten her senses. Therefore, she had easily seen through Chen Fan’s cover.

“How did you find me?”

Chen Fan waved a calming hand at Natasha, gesturing her to be quiet. Then he asked Red Sparrow curiously.

“I am not an idiot. It’s not very hard to deduce the train you are on based on a slew of evidence you have left behind.”

Red Sparrow shrugged.

It had been a year since the last time Chen Fan met with Red Sparrow. She had become much more mature in appearance but still held on to the edge in her voice and her snappy att.i.tude. She lowered her head slightly and said.

“Mr. Chen, they are waiting for you.”

“Fine, I will meet with them since you insisted. But I doubt they will like the meeting.” Chen Fan rose to his feet and told Natasha to remain on the train before he started off with Red Sparrow.

Chen Fan didn’t seem to be concerned that his cover was blown.

The train was only a couple dozen kilometers away from Moscow, and even the craziest Russian leader would think twice before dropping a nuclear bomb so close to the nation’s capital. Therefore, the closer Chen Fan got to Moscow, the safer he felt. Other than nuclear weapons, there was nothing in Russia’s a.r.s.enal that could harm him.

“I wager that ‘Someone’ must be the leader of the Blood Wolf Guards. I think I am going to meet with Andrew very soon.” Chen Fan thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes.

He traveled this far across Siberia, killing countless secret agents and seventeen Blood Wolf Guards, in order to confront Andrew.

He was the mastermind behind the military operation in Warg Valley, the real culprit of the life-threatening danger that Chen Fan escaped within a hair’s breadth.

The two quickly made their way out of the landing to the arrival section of the station.

There had been many workers bustling in the arrival section, but now there was not a single soul to be seen, except for two burly Russian men. One of them was a young and handsome blond in a brand new spiffy military fatigue.

The other man was a white-haired old man in a soviet-era army uniform that was so old that the color had faded. However, the uniform was ironed carefully so that it looked well-used and well-loved.

“Andrew Peterov, the deputy director of the Russian Intelligence Department. The leader of the Blood Wolf Guards.”

The blond caught Chen Fan’s attention immediately.

He had sc.r.a.ped the minds of the secret agents he had encountered on his way, and therefore, he recognized Andrew’s face right away. Chen Fan had been searching for Andrew for the last few weeks, and now his target was finally standing right in front of him. However, Chen Fan was not in a hurry to lash out.

Andrew gave Chen Fan a furtive glance and remained silent. He stood right by the old man with a great measure of deference.

“My lord, Chen Beixuan, is here.”