Chapter 410 A Magnificent Adventure: Should We Eat Him?

Before Wang Xiao transmigrated, he had seen a news article about a corrupt official.

Given that there are countless corrupt officials in the world, each with more outrageous crimes and more shocking amounts of embezzled funds, this guy must have something special to stand out from the 101 corrupt officials and be remembered by Wang Xiao to this day.

That is, he has a passion for slaughtering pigs. Yes, not in the context of pig slaughtering scams, but in the actual slaughtering of pigs, the kind where the knife goes in white and comes out red, he personally slaughters pigs.

Wang Xiao used to think that he was just a spectator, similar to the Chinese people's enjoyment of beheadings as described by Lu Xun.

But now, looking at the fallen brown bear surrounded by barking hounds, she suddenly understood: what he enjoyed was killing, controlling other lives, and the thrill of destruction.

She raised her hand, sniffed it, and then asked Ivanov, "Does it smell of blood?"

Ivanov was taken aback and said blankly, "No, there's only the smell of gunpowder. It's okay, it can be washed off."

Wang Xiao shook his head, sighing inwardly, "No, it can't be washed away. The smell of blood will never disappear; it will only grow stronger, like a switch that turns on a person's desires."

The bear hunt was the first big success of the day's hunt, and everyone was excited and eager to find the next big target.

A Siberian deer appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone urged the boss, "This way, this way! Fire this way!"

Wang Xiao shook her head listlessly. After the extreme excitement came a wave of exhaustion, and she was too lazy to even move a finger.

Everyone assumed she only wanted to hunt wild beasts and had no interest in this docile herbivore, so they laughed and simply put the Siberian deer to the ground.

Since we've already gone hunting, dinner will definitely be barbecue.

In April on Sakhalin Island, at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the sun is still hanging in the sky, reluctant to set, with a ball of fire burning on the horizon, reflecting the glow of the campfire.

The firewood crackled and popped, leaping and licking the grill.

Surrounded by the setting sun and the campfire, Ivanov was carefully turning the roe on the grill with an iron skewer, the fat dripping into the fire and sending up plumes of fragrant white smoke.

His face was flushed red from the campfire, and drops of sweat dripped down, seemingly emitting a smoky aroma.

He gestured to Wang Xiao with the iron skewer, silently extending an invitation—want to join us?

The fun of barbecuing is in doing it yourself.

Unfortunately, Wang Xiao wasn't interested.

She enjoys the process of turning living things into inanimate objects, and she also likes to taste roasted game, but she refuses to eat the process of cooking inanimate objects into delicious food.

Wang Xiao didn't join in the fun.

She walked through the snow, accompanied by her bodyguards, toward the back.

Inside the buildings, which were lit up with pink and purple lights early in the morning, there was a bustling atmosphere, a different kind of lively scene.

The largest nightclub in South Sakhalin, owned by a Japanese businessman, is blasting deafening electronic music that's practically lifting the roof off.

In the open space in the middle, a male escort wearing silver sequined pants is swaying his body to the rhythm, performing a pole dance.

He coiled around the steel pipe like a snake while tearing at his clothes.

When he threw his last piece of clothing at the audience, screams erupted from below the stage, and Japanese yen and US dollar bills rained down on the stage like snowflakes.

Japanese women in kimonos and blond, blue-eyed Western men huddled together, reaching out to touch the exposed skin on the stage, their breaths mingling with the heat of strong liquor and desire.

Even if the sun doesn't set, it doesn't stop it from being a bizarre and wonderful world of its own.

There's no "big brother" act here, even though top courtesans in Tokyo love to play that game, but in Sakhalin, customers don't need it.

Traveling far from home allows tourists to shed their layers of formality, leaving only the most straightforward exchange of hormones.

The Cowherd doesn't need to listen, and no one has time to tell him anything.

All he needs to do is twist his waist and stretch his muscles to the extreme.

Customers don't need to hide anything, and no one believes that a demonstration will make them seem more sophisticated; they simply declare their desires with money and screams.

If spending a fortune can buy a flight to the heavens, then what's wrong with emptying your pockets?

While collecting tips, the male prostitute twisted his body, searching for his favorite customer for the day.

He stopped in front of Wang Xiao and made an inviting gesture.

Some people around were whistling and watching the commotion, some were glaring indignantly, and others were taking the opportunity to come closer and touch the object a few more times.

The lights flickered on the male escort's face, making his resemblance to Takuya Kimura, which was three parts, appear as five parts.

Just as Wang Xiao was about to reach out, the music on stage changed, and a dancer, wearing high heels, began to sway her hips as she entered the stage.

The tassel skirt brushed against the man's outstretched hand, eliciting even more frenzied laughter.

Unfortunately, perhaps the music wasn't suitable, or perhaps the smell of the surging crowd was unpleasant, she suddenly lost interest and felt very stifled.

She withdrew her hand, turned around, and went outside for some fresh air.

An open-air movie, the Hollywood hit "Basic Instinct," is being shown in the open space between the nightclub and the barbecue stalls.

On the wind-blown, distorted screen, Sharon Stone's crossed legs cast ambiguous shadows. Unfortunately, this scene, which audiences in the theater repeatedly revisited, failed to attract much attention at this moment.

It's like a backdrop, with people busily walking around in front of it, holding wine glasses and socializing, or busy joking around with friends.

The excitement is theirs, what does it have to do with the background wall?

Even Wang Xiao, who didn't join in the fun, plopped down on an outdoor chair and stared at the screen, unable to muster the energy to appreciate the actors' superb performances. All she could think of was the line: "Sex and violence are human instincts."

A male escort who looked somewhat like Takuya Kimura chased after Wang Xiao and greeted him in heavily accented English: "Hi, may I sit here?"

By now, the sun had completely sunk into the sea, and the last rays of light were reluctant to leave the world. The sky was a hazy gray, with only the campfire flickering in the distance.

The recoil from the bear hunt during the day still seemed to tremble on Wang Xiao's shoulders. The smell of gunpowder from the muzzle mingled with the smells of alcohol and perfume in the air, creating a strange harmony.

She neither said yes nor no, but the fact that the guest didn't refuse meant that he tacitly agreed.

The handsome gigolo immediately sat down next to Wang Xiao and began to help him receive the fruit platters and drinks brought by the waiter.

Ivanov arrived as well, carrying freshly roasted roe meat, sprinkled only with salt and black pepper.

"Try it." He forked a piece, held it to Wang Xiao's lips, and said smugly, "How's my cooking?"

The Siberian deer is a medium-sized deer.

When Wang Xiao was little, she read "Dream of the Red Chamber" and longed for the scene of roasting venison in the snow. But now, when the roasted meat is put into her mouth, it doesn't feel that special.

It's tasty, but it's not amazing at all.

But she still ate two pieces, because Ivanov saw that she had finished the first piece and immediately brought her a second one.

This forced her to speak up and say, "Okay, okay, how can you eat barbecue like that? I want to eat slowly."

Ivanov, acting as the outdoor chef, laughed: "Then eat slowly, and remember to drink some pear and white fungus soup, otherwise you'll get a sore throat. Do you want some roasted eggplant? I'll go roast some."

Wang Xiao nodded: "Add some green peppers, I want to eat roasted green peppers."

They were speaking Russian, which the host, who mainly served Japanese customers, couldn't understand at all. But that didn't stop him from serving them conscientiously. He took the pear and white fungus soup that his assistant brought over and poured it for Wang Xiao to drink.

Ivanov went back to the barbecue grill, but this little haven didn't quiet down.

Douglas relentlessly pursued Gao and Zhao, asking, "Mr. Gao, Mr. Zhao, just tell me, will Beijing attack Taiwan? My God! Could you start an attack right after a drill?"

Wang Xiao's ears perked up involuntarily. Oh, they were talking about the situation across the Taiwan Strait.

Last June, the leader of Taiwan Province who later recognized his Japanese biological father went to the United States for a visit, which triggered tensions in cross-strait relations, followed by four consecutive military exercises.

The most recent instance was last month, when a missile launch put Taiwan on high alert, and the United States was not idle either.

On March 11, the United States deployed the USS Independence carrier strike group from the Persian Gulf to the waters near Taiwan, where it was scheduled to rendezvous with the USS Nimitz carrier strike group.

But to the United States' surprise, Beijing's response was quite strong. "You came on March 11th, and on March 12th, my naval and air forces conducted their second live-fire military exercise of the month in the East China Sea and the South China Sea."

Then, it happened a third time.

While the Moscow State University incident was causing quite a stir, things were far from peaceful across the Taiwan Strait. Many Taiwanese were so frightened that they rushed to the bank to withdraw their savings, exchange them for US dollars or gold, or quickly leave Taiwan, or hold onto hard currency to prepare for a possible war.

"Gao, Zhao—" Douglas, a little tipsy, persisted like a child begging for candy, "Just tell me, do you know how to fight or not?"

This could affect the performance of the stocks he invests in.

The two unfortunate bodyguards shook their heads in unison: "How should we know? We retired a long time ago."

If they don't retire, then it's even less likely they'll tell outsiders.

This American devil is really baffling.

Watanabe Taketa sighed beside him: "War, oh, terrible war. It's best to avoid war. War is just too horrible."

The BP representative suddenly turned his attention to Wang Xiao: "Miss Wang, you have a wide network of connections and are well-informed. Do you think you can win?"

He actually hopes a fight will break out.

As long as the war is far from their own country's territory, probably more than half of the world's population would hope that a war would break out, and the more intense the conflict, the better.

As an executive at an oil company, he particularly desired the outbreak of war, hoping it would stimulate international oil prices.

Although the Taiwan Strait does not produce oil, war is always a matter that can have far-reaching consequences. Who knows if it will cause international crude oil prices to jump?

Wang Xiao chuckled and shook his head: "How would I know? I'm not in the arms business, why would I care about this kind of thing?"

What impressed her most about Channel 96: The Sea Crisis was the security education documentary she watched before the journey, yes, the kind about preventing espionage.

In this crisis, a traitor emerged within the high command of the People's Liberation Army, disrupting the entire plan.

However, Wang Xiao had long forgotten the traitor's name, and he had no intention of getting involved.

After all, it is common knowledge that when one cockroach is found, there are likely already 100 cockroaches in the house.

So after shaking her head, she took the roasted meat that the male escort brought her with her mouth and chewed it slowly, demonstrating her unwillingness to continue the conversation.

However, the lighting here was far too dim, and the Americans and British were so drunk that they were hardly perceptive.

Douglas wouldn't stop there, and started giving orders, acting like a battlefield commander: "You, Wang, will Beijing support Chiyuganov, and then you join forces to take Taiwan?"

As soon as he said it, he felt that his idea was really creative: "Your army is powerful and fearless."

Good heavens! His uncle had fought in the Korean War, and back then, the US government paid him a decent wage. But his uncle told him that even if he could turn back time and be paid ten times the regular wage, he still wouldn't go to war.

That's terrifying! They're not afraid of death; they seem to have no concept of death whatsoever.

On the battlefield, this is a crazy and terrifying presence.

But Douglas calmly analyzed: "Your air force and navy are no good. Shipbuilding and aircraft building cost money, and you don't have enough money to develop. But Russia has them. It has aircraft carriers and aircraft. If you join forces, God! The whole world will tremble, let alone a small Taiwan."

Wang Xiao was completely speechless. "Don't just make random analyses, okay?"

"What will happen after the war? Will we give half of Taiwan to Zyuganov?" Wang Xiao rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. "Do you think that's possible?"

Douglas regained his composure slightly, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then nodded: "It does seem unlikely. Beijing isn't that stupid."

Wang Xiao continued to roll his eyes: "The Russian Communist Party isn't stupid either. War is expensive and kills people. Why fight if there aren't enough benefits? Don't forget, North Korea consulted with Moscow first, but Stalin didn't send troops. Stop guessing. Zyuganov has no connection with Beijing."

Taketa Watanabe agreed with her statement, because if Beijing really supported Zyuganov, then the Communist Party of the Russian Federation would not be in such a precarious electoral situation.

After all, Miss Wang has proven that when it comes to playing politics, Asians are the most shrewd.

Mr. Wood of BP, however, remained skeptical: "Are you really not planning to join forces? Actually, if you were to take action, your chances of winning would be very high. If you don't cooperate, you probably won't be able to deal with the American aircraft carrier."

"Alright, alright, gentlemen," Wang Xiao raised his hand, "Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

She pointed at Taketa Watanabe and Wood, "You, the EU, and Japan should be the biggest threats to the United States. Beijing isn't even close—"

She pointed at Douglas again, "Just like you said, sir, Beijing is too poor."

Despite the widespread perception that Japan is currently experiencing a financial crisis, its GDP actually reached a historic peak last year.

As for the European Union, as a newly emerging economic and political power, the developed European countries are united, and their GDP is enough to be on par with that of the United States.

Wang Xiao laughed as he spoke: "You guys are the ones in a three-way standoff. If you don't fight each other, the world will be at peace."

The group wanted to continue the discussion because they believed that if a war were to break out, it wouldn't be between their countries.

They have money. When people have money, they value human life and won't easily go to war.

Beijing is poor, so people there are no fear of death, making them more likely to fight.

However, Ivanov arrived with roasted eggplant and green peppers, making it difficult for the Americans, British, and Japanese to continue discussing the possible fate of the Russian Communist Party.

Finally, Wang Xiao got some peace and quiet.

She just wanted to enjoy a quiet barbecue and spend a lively yet peaceful winter night.

By the time we got back to the hotel room, it was completely dark. The sky was like a velvet cloth soaked in ink, pressing heavily on our heads. We couldn't see any stars, and the moonlight was dim.

But none of this affected Wang Xiao.

Today was so eventful that she thought she would snuggle into bed after taking a shower and sleep soundly until dawn.

But as she dried her hair and left the bathroom, she sadly discovered that she couldn't sleep.

Drinking too much alcohol can lead to trouble.

It is well known that heavy drinking can lead to intoxication, but drinking in moderation can produce a strong sense of euphoria, which is why alcohol is so addictive.

She is currently in this euphoric state.

Even more tragically, she was drinking deer blood wine, which is said to be comparable to an aphrodisiac.

Does deer blood really have this effect? ​​Wang Xiao is not a professional and dares not make a judgment casually.

But her body told her that at this moment, her heart was racing, her body felt light, and a warm current was spreading and flowing through her.

Her desires were aroused; she wanted to sleep with a man.

After growing up and becoming capable of satisfying her own desires, Wang Xiao basically never suppressed herself.

So when she went on a business trip without bringing an inflatable doll, and she wanted a vibrant, living body, she didn't hesitate to immediately begin preparing.

As an understanding boss, she even took the initiative to invite her bodyguard: "Liuba, do you want to come with me to find Brother Mozi? It's on me."

She should have taken that male escort who looks a bit like Takuya Kimura to his club earlier. The handsome guy seemed quite disappointed when she left; the $300 tip didn't make him happy at all.

Lyuba immediately became interested.

Shu Qi once said that when people are bored, they want to find a man to play with.

Besides, it was the boss who treated us.

She was in high spirits, not forgetting to plan: "Let's bring Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao along too."

Otherwise, if she and the boss are both sleeping with men, who can guarantee the boss's safety?

What a despicable suggestion!

While the two of them were having a good time, the unlucky guy was left out there suffering.

But Wang Xiao really liked this despicable suggestion.

The two looked at each other, burst into laughter, and went out hand in hand to order the model.

Ivanov, who lived across from her, heard the laughter and curiously opened his door, sticking his head out: "Hey, ladies, where are you going? Why are you having so much fun?"

Wang Xiao grinned, making no attempt to hide anything: "Let's go order some molds."

Ivanov furrowed his brow slightly, carefully observing her, and hesitantly asked, "Are you unhappy?"

They were fine before, but now they're unhappy again, is it because they've thought about the situation across the Taiwan Strait?

As he moved closer, Wang Xiao's lower back pressed against the doorknob. The metallic texture had a cool feel to it, which made her feel very comfortable at that moment.

Just like when he got close, under the dim light of the corridor, he looked extremely tempting.

She reached out and pinched his nose. "His nose is really nice," she said with a grin. "No, it's just that I'm happy, so I want to go out and have fun."

Ivanov let out a long "hmm~" and shook his head in rejection: "No, their health is not guaranteed."

He was genuinely concerned for her, saying, "If she gets sick, wouldn't you be at a huge loss?"

Wang Xiao thought about it and agreed. It wasn't necessary to be so blinded by lust; there was always a Plan B, wasn't there?

She nodded in agreement with great enthusiasm: "Then let's change to the young men from the guard. Our tax police major general is very selective, so their health is guaranteed."

She also thoughtfully told Ivanov not to worry, "So what if there's a crow? Lyuba will check it for me and won't let him take any pictures."

However, Ivanov's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "No!"

"Why?" Wang Xiao asked, dissatisfied. "Don't worry! I won't force them."

Men don't have such high standards! She's young and beautiful; if she really went to a male escort, he'd be happy to go out with her even without paying.

Ivanov panicked: "But they stink, they'll suffocate you!"

Wang Xiao almost collapsed from laughing. She was already tipsy, and the laughter made her even more dizzy. Ivanov had to help her into the room.

Even though he offered a helping hand, he couldn't stop Wang Xiao's sharp tongue: "God, big brother, don't talk about second brother, you're calling him stinky?"

What a joke, bro, you're the same race!

The room was dimly lit. Ivanov knelt on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her: "If I didn't smell bad, would you sleep with me?"

Wang Xiao frowned slightly, not yet keeping up with his pace, but Ivanov had already planned it out for himself: "Well, when I stop smelling bad, you can sleep with me."

As for matters of race, can they really be cleansed through marrow cleansing?

Wang Xiao was worried that he would go crazy and get some weird surgery, like the kind advertised in those street ads, such as laser treatment to remove body odor.

She believed that it would be completely ineffective; if it were truly effective, so many people wouldn't be suffering because of it.

So she stopped Ivanov: "Hey, don't mess around, don't torture yourself."

To boost his confidence, Wang Xiao leaned closer to him and sniffed him, saying, "You're doing alright now."

He had just finished showering; his pajamas were loose, revealing a large portion of his collarbone, and he exuded the fresh scent of shower gel, without any strange or irritating smell.

Thinking back carefully, his body odor under normal circumstances has not been as pungent as before, and it is more like the state of a sports student after exercise.

The smell on my body was indeed unpleasant, but not to the point of being unbearable.

At least Wang Xiao had dated a 193cm tall sports student in his past life and wasn't knocked out of bed by the smell.

“You’re much better now,” Wang Xiao encouraged Ivan again. “You really don’t need to go for any strange treatments.”

When she first met him, six years ago, the force of his raised arm was like an onion bomb, making her tears stream down her face.

Now, could it be because he's been eating with her all the time, and his eating habits have changed drastically, thus affecting his body odor?

Wang Xiao is still battling the effects of alcohol, analyzing the situation intently.

Ivanov's lips were already close to her ear: "Now that it doesn't smell so bad anymore, sleep with me, sleep with me now."

The room door was already closed, and the perceptive bodyguards left quietly.

He kissed her ear, held her hand, and placed it on his chest, stroking it up and down.

His tongue, like a snake, moist, soft, and warm, tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden: "Look, I'm handsome and have a great physique. Wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't sleep with me?"

Wang Xiao almost burst out laughing; he was really going all out to offer himself as a bedmate.

But the next second she felt a tingling and trembling sensation, and a crazy thought surged in her mind—why not sleep with him?

Ivanov tried hard to promote himself: "Darling, pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you break the branch when it's gone. If you wait until I'm old, not pretty anymore, and my skin is sagging, wouldn't you be missing out? You should sleep with me while I'm still beautiful."

He is indeed handsome; his eyes are beautiful, his nose is beautiful, and his lips are sexy—all of which fit her aesthetic preferences.

If she hadn't had reservations, she would have already devoured the food.

But this time, when he thought about his concerns, Wang Xiao was not pulled back by reason. Instead, he became even more excited. It was a carnival of adventure, a crazy thrill.

What are the consequences of sleeping with him? The worst thing is that you develop feelings for him, then the relationship breaks down, you part ways, and you can't even continue doing business together.

But what does it matter?

She's in Moscow now, and she already has her own network of contacts and connections.

The presidential election was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that forced Moscow's upper class to bring her into their circle, even though they didn't welcome her, because they needed her help.

This kind of network of relationships built on shared interests is more solid and stable.

So even if Ivan betrayed her and wanted to start his own business, she believed she had the ability to keep him in check.

But what kind of bloodshed and chaos will ensue at that time?

Thinking about this made her even more excited, her blood boiling even more than when she shot the brown bear.

Danger can always amplify a person's nerve sensitivity by 100 times, and dangerous beauties are the most alluring.

Wang Xiao stroked his face, stared into his eyes, and smiled: "Are you tasty?"

What's the point of a life that's all about following the rules and taking no risks? She loves adventure.

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[Eating popcorn emoji] I really have to rush to work now, I don't have time to write the rest. It's not that I'm deliberately keeping you in suspense, I just haven't finished writing the ending I originally planned for this chapter. [Chin resting on hand]