Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 263: For Your Majesty (78)

Dragon Raja 5

Her high heels tapped the ground aggressively, and the scent of her perfume filled the air, like cold sea water. Lu Mingfei stepped back until his back was against the wall.

The girl supported herself against the wall with one hand, leaning forward, and the smell of alcohol sprayed directly onto Lu Mingfei’s face. Her posture was very tough, and Lu Mingfei had no way to escape.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the girl’s name. She had also attended tonight’s food truck reception and introduced herself as Christina from Tatarstan. Her father was the local military and political chief, essentially a princess of Tatarstan. Tatarstan was renowned for its abundance of beautiful women, and Christina had lived up to her hometown’s reputation.

Christina danced with different men all night long. She was so cool and dazzling that people who wanted to dance with her had already lined up in secret. Lu Mingfei was the secretary accompanying the princess, so naturally, Christina was not someone she would pay attention to.

Who knew that just as he left the dining car, Christina would follow him? Could it be that Lu Mingfei’s charm was truly so outrageous? Was this proud Tatar princess about to confess her love, or was she forcing herself on him?

If such an experience had happened four years ago, Chairman Lu would have been so excited that he would have thanked God for his love. Unfortunately, the person who was being pushed against the wall by Miss Christina was Chairman Lu, who had once conquered a dragon in Beijing and made his debut in Tokyo. In a Tokyo nightclub, the pitiful little Sakura was tossed over and over against the wall by fat women. He had already learned how to escape from their arms and to block their mouths with a glass of champagne in time.

Lu Mingfei’s drunkenness wore off, and as he retreated, he had already taken emergency measures.

The emergency measures were twofold. First, he placed the phone on the small table nearby. “Finger,” with such a clever phone, should have secretly started recording the entire situation, proving Chairman Lu’s innocence and that it was simply Miss Christina who had assaulted him. Second, he pretended to stumble, but kept tapping the side wall of the compartment. Next door was Zero’s master compartment. Zero hadn’t been at the reception tonight and must have gone to bed early. The walls of a train compartment were made of thin wood, so Zero would have known what was going on as soon as he woke. With the Imperial Princess to his rescue, the Tatar Princess wasn’t much of a problem.

Lu Mingfei didn’t want to cause trouble on this train. Otherwise, with his current physique, he could easily lift the Tatar princess over his head, swing her four or five times, and then throw her on the bed… No, no, it would be better to put her back on the ground safely to let her give up. What’s the point of throwing her on the bed?

But the box next door was always quiet. I didn’t know whether Zero had gone out or was sleeping soundly.

Christina’s face flushed, her breathing was heavy, and her proud chest rose and fell…

Lu Mingfei said, “Do you want to calm down first?” Christina speak fluent English, and there was no problem in communication between the two of them. They were still reasonable.

Lu Mingfei said, “Ms. Christina, are you okay?”

Lu Mingfei was getting a little impatient. He had been posing against the wall for a whole minute and still hadn’t kissed her. If it were a romantic TV series, the audience would have thought it was stuck.

Just as he was about to use the nimble moves she’d learned in a Tokyo nightclub to swerve from Christina’s arms, she grabbed the nearby vase and vomited heavily into it. Lu Mingfei finally understood why Christina had pressed her against him against the wall; it was simply because she’d drunk too much and needed to lean against the wall to rest.

To be gentlemanly, he could only hand over a tissue. Christina wiped her mouth hastily, put the vase full of vomit aside, and showed her ferocious attitude again, pushing a piece of ID card to the tip of Lu Mingfei’s nose.

“Christina Kabaeva, Second Lieutenant of the Russian Federal Security Service, you can call for help, but before that you’d better listen to me and think carefully.” Her face was still flushed, but the charm and confusion in her eyes had faded, replaced by the sharpness unique to a soldier.

Such a dramatic change made Lu Mingfei a little overwhelmed. Lieutenant Christina stuffed her ID into Lu Mingfei’s hand without saying a word, stepped back and sat down on the bed, and took out a rubber band from somewhere and tied her long hair into a high ponytail, so that she looked a bit like a female lieutenant specially assigned to Moscow.

This made her look a bit like Nuonuo, but Lu Mingfei quickly suppressed the thought.

He studied the document carefully. It looked very real, but considering that the passport he had now also looked real, this thing was not reliable.

Lu Mingfei sat down on the chair, resting his hands on his knees, looking Lieutenant Christina up and down without saying a word.

Christina was irritated by his gaze and subconsciously pressed her chest. The tulle dress she was wearing was too fairy and too transparent. It stole the limelight at the cocktail party tonight, but it was a little weak for her to play the role of interrogator.

“Why are you looking at me?” Christina asked angrily.

“You suggested that I listen to you and think carefully about what you said, so I was waiting for you to speak.” Lu Mingfei said honestly.

Christina froze for a moment, her momentum slightly dampened. Her coldness, pride, and fierceness were all useless against this. No matter how powerful your palms were, he remained unmoved.

“As expected of a Romanov family secretary, he may not look impressive, but his words are sharp!” Christina said coldly.

Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly. After going through so many things, he still looked like a coward.

“This train departs once a year, crossing the whole of Russia, loading carriages from all over the country, and finally heading to northern Siberia.” Christina spoke, and the first sentence made Lu Mingfei feel a chill in his heart.

Could it be that this wasn’t just a getaway train, but a special one that departed every year? There were always trains going to where he was going, and some mysterious force had led him to this particular train. Bunin hadn’t told him the truth; he hadn’t fled Moscow in a desperate attempt, but was on his pre-arranged annual journey.     

Although what Christina said was incredible, it seemed to explain why Bunin kept this Soviet-era special train in the best condition. This was not a collectible, but a means of transportation.