Chapter 931: Chapter 931 Hunting Team Chapter 931: Chapter 931 Hunting Team An hour later.

On the train from Harbin City to Siberia, Greg Jensen and Natasha sat in the same soft-sleeper compartment, staring at each other with big eyes meeting small eyes.

Natasha pursed her lips, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and looked at Greg Jensen angrily.

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m not following you, I bought the ticket a long time ago.”

“You’re lying!”

Natasha wouldn’t believe such a thing; how could there be such a coincidence in the world? They had just had an encounter on the previous train, and then they met again on the second train, in the same compartment.

Feeling helpless, Greg Jensen took out his ticket and placed it in front of her, “Do you see the words ‘direct ticket’? My destination is Siberia.”

“Uh–”
Natasha was a student from Bear Country who had just come to China a little over a year ago. She was not very familiar with China’s railway regulations, and only after Greg Jensen’s explanation did she realize that she had misunderstood him.

“Oh my God, train tickets can also be bought like this? It’s so convenient.”

After expressing her wonder, Natasha smiled and apologized, “I’m sorry, it was my misunderstanding.”

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Greg Jensen’s response, she frowned again and snorted, “But regardless, why did you… ”
She couldn’t finish her sentence, her small face blushing red like a ripe apple, looking extremely tempting, making one want to take a bite.

Greg Jensen subconsciously took her small hand and gently pulled, bringing her into his embrace, then he leaned down to kiss her.

“Don’t… ”
“Hmm.”

Hearing her words, Greg Jensen did not continue.

Natasha did not struggle anymore either, but continued to sit in his arms, her face flushed as she said, “The door… the door is not closed.”

Greg Jensen smiled faintly upon hearing this, got up to close the door, and said with a smile, “Now the door is closed.”

“Hmm…”

Natasha hung her head, not knowing what to say.

Greg Jensen pinched her chin, lifted her face, and kissed those brightly colored red lips.

The gentle movement made Natasha feel like her heart was pounding. Her pale face was quickly dyed pink.

She didn’t know why, but she unconsciously wanted to submit to this man. Although it was the first time she responded, she still tried her best.

Natasha had just put on a pair of jeans, which he slowly stripped down, revealing her rounded and straight beautiful legs.

Soon, she was like a lamb stripped bare, lying on the pure white single bed.

Greg Jensen, like a graceful big grey wolf, started his dinner.

Even though it was their second time, Natasha still couldn’t help but furrow her brows, and it took her a while to adjust.

“Papa–”
Murmurs like those in a dream echoed in the compartment.

The violent storm, fierce as a sudden gust of wind, erupted at that moment.

…

Late at night.

The train was still stubbornly beating its drum, but the two people in the compartment had already called a truce.

Natasha lay obediently in Greg Jensen’s arms, her delicate little hand caressing his chest.

Greg Jensen stroked her golden hair and asked, “Natasha, what does ‘Papa’ mean?”

Natasha’s face immediately turned red, and she stammered, “Actually, it means father in Russian; I heard men like this.”

“Uh–”
Greg Jensen wondered, “Who did you hear it from?”

Natasha explained, “From a girlfriend, ah? She’s been with her boyfriend for three years.”

“How old are you this year?”

“Nineteen.”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration, noting how open-minded young girls abroad could be.

What was most astonishing was that men’s interests around the world were hardly different.

The two had just finished exercising and were not yet sleepy, so they embraced and started chatting.

Through their conversation, he learned that, because of the Ferocious Beasts running rampant, the residents near the Bear Country border had spontaneously formed many Hunting Teams.

Natasha’s father, Orlov, was the captain of the Hunting Teams from several nearby villages.

The able-bodied from several villages banded together, patrolling between their communities, and immediately hunted down any Ferocious Beasts they encountered.

The Bear Country government approved of these initiatives, not only encouraging people to form Hunting Teams but even going so far as to supply them with rifles and cannons.

Apart from some more complex equipment, it could be said that they provided everything that they could.

Just hearing Natasha describe it, Greg hadn’t grasped the full concept until he got off the train and walked out of the station. Only then did he understand what “provided everything that they could” meant.

An old-looking tank was parked on the edge of the station’s plaza, with a burly man nearly six feet three inches tall sitting atop it.

From a distance, the burly man began waving his arm, shouting Natasha’s name.

Natasha, holding Greg’s hand, happily ran over to him.

Upon seeing the two of them holding hands, the burly man’s expression changed instantly. “Natasha, he is…”

With her cheeks flushed, Natasha introduced him boldly, “He is my boyfriend, Greg Jensen.”

After that, she gave Eugene a sweet smile, boasting, “Eugene, you’ve got no chance now.”

“Oh, my God!”

Eugene pointed at Greg and said, “You picked such a pretty boy?”

Natasha looked at Greg with a mischievous smile and translated, “He says you’re a pretty boy, hit him.”

Greg laughed, “I understand Russian.”

“Uh–”
Both of them felt awkward.

Eugene smiled apologetically, “Brother, believe me, I meant no harm.”

“Haha, it’s okay.”

“Davari, welcome to Bear Country.”

Eugene gave Greg a big hug and then took him up in the tank.

The tank drove for well over an hour before they arrived at Natasha’s home.

Orlov was a middle-aged man with a General’s paunch and a Mediterranean look, sporting a mustache and appearing quite amiable, though his eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

Clearly, he had his fair share of Beast Blood on his hands.

The family was quite hospitable to Greg, but both Orlov and her brother kept giving him somewhat scrutinizing looks.

Clearly, Greg’s well-proportioned physique made them think little of him concerning his prospects.

Natasha’s mother was warm enough, engaging in a conversation that ranged far and wide once she learned he was from China.

Greg was arranged to sleep in Natasha’s second brother’s room, and in the middle of the night, a bare-skinned big white rabbit boldly snuggled into his bed.

The old wooden bed squeaked whenever it moved, so the two had to abandon it.

Even so, when Greg got up the next morning, he still received an odd look from Orlov.

That look was as if his painstakingly grown large white cabbage of over a decade had suddenly been uprooted by an ugly wild boar.

Orlov asked, “Kid, today the Hunting Team is heading to the ice plains to hunt Ferocious Beasts preparing for winter. Do you want to come along?”

Natasha’s older brother Phillips joked, “Papa, what are you thinking? Do you want this kid to become food for the Ferocious Beasts on the ice plains?”

Orlov looked at Greg with disapproval, “Boy, our Natasha is a well-known flower around these parts. If you’re too scared to hunt Ferocious Beasts, you’d better leave her right away.”

Seeing the father and son play good cop, bad cop made Greg feel somewhat amused. He nodded and said,
“I can join you, but you guys have got to provide me with some weapons, right?”