Chapter 88

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Chapter 88: The Female Commander’s Prince Charming

“Li Muling?! And the one next to her is her sister Li Muxin! Although they are dressed differently, I recognize them for sure.” Lin Mo felt a rush of surprise; he never expected to spot the "Night" Intelligence Group’s twin sisters on the streets of Aysulu. He had planned to figure out a way to contact them, but to meet them like this was completely beyond his expectations.

After Natasha’s convoy passed, the girl who had exchanged glances with Lin Mo suddenly whispered to the other girl beside her, “Sister, I just saw Lin Mo.”

At the moment she locked eyes with Lin Mo, Li Muling’s shock mirrored his own. She had thought he was still stranded in the desert, yet he was now riding in a big Mercedes. He was doing well! Just because he disguised himself as a Kazakh doesn’t mean she wouldn’t recognize him; that charisma, that gaze—she would recognize him even in ashes.

“I saw him!” her sister, Li Muxin, replied, keeping her eyes straight ahead and her expression unchanged, not offering any further comments.

“That annoying guy! He’s gotten ahead of us,” Li Muxin gritted her teeth, as if she was chewing on Lin Mo himself in frustration. How had he infiltrated the "Red Scorpion"? It made no sense to her.

The convoy came to a stop by a fountain in a grand estate. Aysulu had ample space for construction; although it housed many people, the basin never felt crowded. Some restaurants and service facilities here were designed with great ingenuity, like a nearby grand restaurant showcasing stunning Arabian architecture, huge rock formations, and the air infused with a unique, light aroma of Persian spices that whetted the appetite.

“Miss Natasha! Colonel Frank welcomes your arrival.” A tall man with a rectangular face, crew-cut hair, and dressed in American colonel military attire greeted Natasha as she stepped out of the black bulletproof Bentley, his face adorned with a polite smile as he extended his hand, seemingly hoping for a handshake.

“Hmm! Good evening, Colonel Frank.” Natasha, like a proud black swan, subtly avoided Yahann Frank’s fluffy hand and walked toward the entrance.

“Uh, please follow me!” Frank’s face stiffened at first but quickly regained composure—clearly a situation he had encountered many times before. His skin had thickened through countless awkward moments. He stepped ahead of Natasha, dropping any clumsy gestures.

“Damn bitch, one day I’ll make you moan in pain on my bed!” Colonel Frank mentally cursed, but his expression remained unfazed, displaying a gracious, gentlemanly smile.

“Yahann Frank!” Lin Mo recognized the military-clad white man greeting Natasha. He was the third in command of the "Red Scorpion", hailing from the US Navy SEALs, an arms expert skilled with various weapons. He was responsible for training soldiers, formulating battle plans, and overseeing external combat missions. A born soldier who relished being called Colonel—though it was a self-proclaimed title, as his highest rank in the Navy SEALs was merely Sergeant.

This guy hadn’t joined the "Red Scorpion" out of need; on the contrary, he came from a wealthy family and had a prestigious background but felt restless amidst luxury. His joining the "Red Scorpion" was merely to feed his bloodlust—absolutely a ruthless executioner soaked in blood. To him, it was all just a game.

From the glance Lin Mo caught from Ivan, the captain of Natasha’s elite guard, directed at Colonel Frank’s back, he detected a hint of fear, as if facing a king of killers.

But Colonel Frank had no interest in even glancing at the elite guards following Natasha; to him, they were nothing but small fries.

Natasha and Frank’s elite guards skillfully spread out, surveying the surroundings and staying vigilant of every corner, while Lin Mo and Ivan’s task was simply to keep close to the two big shots ahead of them.

A beautifully embroidered white tablecloth lay on a long dining table, adorned with roasted leg of lamb sprinkled with spices, a carefully prepared thick soup, even featuring Chinese dishes like Longjing shrimp. It was truly a United Nations assembly of Eastern and Western culinary masterpieces.

The two military leaders of the "Red Scorpion" sat facing each other at opposite ends of the dining table.

Lin Mo, Ivan, and a few of Colonel Frank’s elite guards stood a few steps away in silence.

“Dear Natasha, come try this 1878 Lafite. I had a hard time getting it!” Colonel Frank went to great lengths to please Natasha, sparing no expense.

“Hmm!” Natasha, skilled in understanding men’s psychology, lightly shrugged her shoulders and raised her crystal goblet elegantly. She swirled the wine a bit, revealing a splash of deep red against the glass, like a red dragon. She squinted her eyes slightly and breathed in the fragrant wine with a satisfied smile, delicately lifting her glass toward Frank in thanks.

“To power and money! Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Seeing the beautiful woman smile, Colonel Frank felt as if he had lost his mind. Even after enjoying countless beauties, this unattainable commander made him extremely thirsty—the more a man cannot have something, the more he yearns for it.

Frank felt the growing flame of desire within him, yet he maintained a shred of reason, aware that he couldn’t overpower the woman trained by Mossad. Otherwise, he would have pounced on her like a tiger on a lamb.

Natasha was the official commander of the "Red Scorpion," while Colonel Frank was merely the deputy commander. Strength dictated their status; this rule had not changed within the ranks of the "Red Scorpion."

Natasha, relishing the food, consumed it at a leisurely pace, graciously savoring each bite with her cherry lips. Opposite her, Frank hardly noticed his meal at all, chewing in a daze. Natasha’s unpredictable demeanor told him he needed to approach carefully if he wanted any chance to win her affection tonight.

If it were any other woman, he might have captured ten girls by now. His rugged military face alone could lead many gals to cry out for his affection. But the more Natasha resisted, the greater Frank’s desire to conquer her became; it was a unique thrill entirely different from battlefield slaughter.

For some reason, Yahann Frank kept urging Natasha to drink. However, Russian women were known for their alcohol tolerance and often treated vodka like a soft drink, making it hard to easily get them drunk. The expensive 1878 Lafite was emptied swiftly, followed by several bottles of Aysulu’s unique high-proof liquor “Golden Love” before he finally felt satisfied.

Natasha seemed to be feeling the effects of the alcohol; a rosy hue appeared on her cheeks, making her look even more enchanting.

After several glasses of red wine, Colonel Frank could no longer resist his mounting desire. Boldly approaching Natasha, he clinked glasses with her repeatedly. Frank brought up some off-color jokes to entertain her, causing Natasha to burst into carefree laughter, leaning against him slightly.

Seizing the opportunity while Natasha’s usual calmness faded with the alcohol, Frank suddenly pulled out a box from his pocket and earnestly said to Natasha, “Natasha, look into my eyes. I love you. Please accept my love!” The box sparkled, revealing a platinum ring adorned with a 10-carat diamond, glinting as if a star had fallen to the earth under the light.

Watching the scene unfold nearby, Lin Mo rolled his eyes. This moment was simply too cliché. Frank knew how to take advantage of the situation, not realizing how many girls he had likely won over using this trick.

“Colonel Frank!” Natasha, exhaling a breath of wine, playfully patted Colonel Yahann Frank on the shoulder, “Do you think I, Natasha, am still unaware of your little thoughts? No, no, no, you? You can’t! Don’t hold onto false hopes. The man who can conquer me isn’t in Aysulu; he is out in the world, waiting for me.” She sounded like a lovesick girl, and in her inebriated state, Natasha also longed for her Prince Charming, gazing at the ceiling with starry eyes while ignoring Frank’s increasingly darkening expression.

Bang! The elegant box holding the diamond ring slammed down heavily on the dining table. “Who? Who is it? Am I not better than those mediocre folks? I am strong, I am young; I have heritage; I have abilities. Natasha, I love you this much. Why can’t you even take a good look at me? Who is stronger than me? Let him step forward. I want to compare. I want everyone to know who is the best match for you, Natasha!” Colonel Frank erupted in fury, his words bursting forth like a roaring lion with bloodshot eyes.

Lin Mo thought it was hard to believe that Yahann Frank, known as the God of Death in the "Red Scorpion," turned out to be such a narcissistic guy.

Although Lin Mo didn’t understand exactly what Frank was saying, he had guessed three or four points from his previous actions. He secretly rolled his eyes; this guy was drunk and starting to act recklessly.

“Hahaha!” Natasha disregarded Frank’s rage with an even louder burst of laughter, her high-pitched voice echoing throughout the private dining room, “You still think to challenge someone? You can’t even take on my guards and you want to conquer me? Maybe in your next life!” Clearly, this sharp-tongued queen Natasha relished opportunities to build her joy at others’ expense.

“What? Who?!” Colonel Frank, having consumed quite a bit of alcohol, became momentarily dazed, abruptly standing up with a murderous glare towards the elite guards standing aside in the room.