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Chapter 118 Old Grudges [Red King], Fire Element Suffers Disaster?

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The Chinese Nationalist team temporarily stationed itself in Yakutsk to prepare for crossing the dangerous Siberian plains.

Wang Feng arrived alone at the most bustling 'Polar Bear' tavern in the area.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, a wave of heat mixed with vodka, beer, and barbecue hits you.

His gaze suddenly froze near the bar—where two mercenaries wearing the [Red King] badge sat.

"Heh, what a small world." A cold glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

The group of scoundrels we encountered on our way back from the Dragon Valley quest a year ago, who even tried to harm ten-year-old Lingling, were members of this mercenary group. (Chapter 32)
He discreetly chose a nearby booth, ordered a whiskey from the bartender, but kept his ears open to the conversation between the two men.

"Strange, why are there only a few people in Paul's territory today? Where did the captain go?" The mercenary with a full beard asked, taking a swig of vodka.

"Hehe." Another scarred mercenary lowered his voice: "The captain took a fancy to a local girl, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. So," he gestured for someone to grab him, "he personally led the brothers to 'invite' her."

"Tsk," the bearded man shook his head. "Then I should light a candle for the future 'Commander's Wife' first. I hope she can make it through the night."

"Hehe, if we can get through tonight, the brothers can also get a taste of the good life." The scarred mercenary grinned lewdly. "That 'captain's wife' from last time...tsk tsk, she was quite something~"

Suddenly, the wine glass in Wang Feng's hand cracked with a "crack," and ice crystals spread through his fingers.

He tilted his head back and downed the vodka in one gulp. The strong liquor burned his throat, but he couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"Both of you."

Before they knew it, Wang Feng was already standing behind the two men, his long shadow completely enveloping the two mercenaries.

A chilling smile played on his lips, but his voice was as cold as the Siberian permafrost:
"Take a step to talk?"

……

Through soul searching, Wang Feng instantly obtained the destination of the [Red King] leader.

That was a small village on the outskirts of Yakutsk.

Without any hesitation, Wang Feng sped away, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages across the snow-covered plain.

When Wang Feng arrived at the village entrance, a dozen mercenaries wearing the [Red King] badge were patrolling.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air, causing his pupils to contract sharply.

"Late?"

Wang Feng's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

His mind sank into the contract space, and the Silver Moon Wolf King, who was enjoying a moonlit bath in the dimensional plane, instantly sensed the summons.

"In an instant, possession!"

With a low shout, immense power surged into his body.

Wang Feng's black hair instantly turned silver-white, his pupils transformed into sharp wolf eyes, and fluffy wolf ears sprouted from the top of his head.

White fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, and his fingernails grew long and sharp at a visible speed.

"【Red King】, it's time to settle the blood debts!" ​​Wang Feng whispered, his silver hair dancing wildly in the cold wind.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a silver lightning bolt, tearing through the night in an instant.

Fragments of memories obtained through soul searching surged through his mind—from the leader to the henchmen, the hands of this mercenary group were stained with the blood of innocent people.

Today, he is the judge who has come to carry out divine punishment.

Swah——

A flash of silver light, and the first mercenary's head flew high into the air, his face frozen in terror.

Swish!Swish!
Two more flashes of cold light crossed, and before the two high-level mages could react or even warn each other, they saw their headless bodies slowly fall to the ground.

In just three breaths, more than a dozen corpses remained frozen in their life positions until the biting north wind blew by, causing them to spray out a cloud of blood mist that bloomed like red plum blossoms on the snow.

"Six left."

Wang Feng muttered to himself, his figure blurring into the shadows as he slipped into the village. It was just a small village of about twenty households, yet it was eerily silent. The corpses of villagers and livestock lay scattered haphazardly along the village road, interspersed with obvious claw marks from the ghost wolf beasts—clearly a common tactic used by the [Red King] to frame others.

"Hmph, you're quite skilled." Wang Feng's eyes flashed even colder.

Just as he was about to continue his pursuit, a towering pillar of fire suddenly erupted in the center of the village!
boom--

Crimson flames shot straight into the sky, turning the night sky blood-red.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the originally dense snow and wind elements were forcibly dispersed by the raging fire elements.

"These are... victims of the disaster?!"

Wang Feng's pupils contracted sharply; he was all too familiar with this aura of elemental rampage.

He stared incredulously at the center of the pillar of fire: "How could a fire-type victim appear in a place like this?"

Without a second thought, he instantly transformed into a silver streak and rushed toward the center of the village.

...

When Wang Feng arrived at the center of the village, the scene before him made him gasp for breath.

Amidst the towering pillar of fire, a blonde girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old stood suspended in mid-air.

Her once exquisite dress was torn, and her pink undergarment was faintly visible in the flames.

On his fair face, two lines of bloody tears were being evaporated into a bloody mist by the high temperature.

Most terrifying of all were those eyes, completely consumed by crimson flames, as if they were about to burn everything in the world to ashes.

Opposite her, a burly man nearly two meters tall with muscles bulging like a chimpanzee was staggering backward.

That hideous face covered in scars perfectly matched the memories obtained through soul searching—it was none other than the infamous leader of the [Red King] guild!
"Captain!"

The remaining five high-ranking [Crimson King] mercenaries finally arrived, and upon seeing the girl floating in the towering pillar of fire, they all froze in place.

"Damn! This little wench is actually a victim of the disaster!" the Red King Commander cursed under his breath, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Boss, what is a disaster victim?" the underling next to him asked blankly.

"To hell with whoever she is!" The Crimson King licked his lips and grinned maliciously. "All I know is—selling her to the Holy City will get me the identity I've always dreamed of!"

He stared greedily at the girl in the pillar of fire: "Once I've had my fill of playing with you, I'll send you to the Holy City!"

The girl showed no reaction to the foul language, only mechanically repeating, "Give me back my father's life."

Tears of blood streamed down his burning eyes.

"Tsk, has he gone mad?" The Crimson King scoffed. "That's just as good."

Before he could finish speaking, his beast-like instincts suddenly went off like alarm bells!

tear-

Despite dodging in time, I still felt a sharp, piercing pain in my waist from the sharp blade.

Red King looked down and saw that his combat suit had been ripped open with a half-foot-long gash, and blood was gushing out.

"who?!"

He roared and turned around, but his pupils contracted sharply when he saw who it was—

Under the moonlight, a tall, slender figure with silver hair and wolf ears stood quietly.

Those wolf eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, those fangs were a stark white, and those ten sharp, gleaming claws...
This is clearly a werewolf that only exists in Western legends!
"you"

The Red King's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his instincts, honed by years of navigating dangerous situations, screaming alarm bells.

He instinctively took a half step back, his voice trembling involuntarily: "What kind of monster are you?!"

Wang Feng slowly raised his wolf-like eyes, his chilling voice carrying an icy edge:

"Judge!"

(End of this chapter)