Chapter 837: Meeting the Bright Saintess by Chance

Chapter 837: Chapter 837: Meeting the Bright Saintess by Chance

Ling Feng didn’t finish his sentence, and Bai Feifei didn’t press him further. Instead, she gazed at Ling Feng affectionately and said, "Be careful with everything. I will return to the base as soon as possible, so don’t worry!"

Ling Feng held Bai Feifei’s face tenderly, gave her a deep kiss, and then disappeared.

"Hey, what are you guys looking at!" Bai Feifei turned around, her face flushed, only to see Fat Bear and the others giving her teasing looks. She couldn’t help but shout angrily.

Fat Bear coughed awkwardly one after another, "Well... the weather today is really nice!"

"Yes, the sky is so clear and cloudless. At this moment, I feel like reciting a poem..."

"Absolutely. Right now, I’m reminded of the lover waiting for me to return home in the far distance..."

"Aren’t you single? Where’s this lover coming from?"

"Life is already hard enough; stop exposing me! This marks the end of our friendship!"

...

Watching the three of them joke around, Bai Feifei couldn’t help but shake her head. Truly, they were a trio of clowns.

"Alright, stop pretending! Anyway, you’ve all already noticed—I am... his woman!" Bai Feifei finally admitted her relationship with Ling Feng, her delicate face turning crimson.

"And there’s something else I need to confess to you!" Bai Feifei took a deep breath and said, "Perhaps you’ve already guessed it. My real name isn’t Bai Yu; it’s Bai Feifei. I’m a member of the China Dragon Group. My mission in the Middle East was to investigate the Freedom Organization. I’ve been hiding this from you for so long, and I’m truly sorry!"

As she spoke, Bai Feifei bowed deeply to the three of them.

The three exchanged glances, each showing a look of relief in their eyes. In truth, they had suspected as much from the conversations between Ling Feng and Bai Feifei, but chose not to confront her about it. They believed Bai Feifei would tell them herself when the time was right.

Sure enough, Bai Feifei hadn’t let them down.

"You don’t owe us any apology!" Fat Bear said softly. "If we’re not mistaken, if not for us, you probably would have left with your man long ago!"

Bai Feifei opened her mouth slightly, puzzled as to how Fat Bear knew about this.

"Your man is a Demi-God Domain master. If he wants to save someone, it wouldn’t pose any issue. But you still stayed until the end, which shows you stayed here for us burdensome lot, doesn’t it?"

Bai Feifei was stunned, speechless: "I’m sorry, I never thought that... I just..."

Wild Bear interrupted Bai Feifei with a laugh and said, "Feifei, you don’t need to say anything. We understand. So, you don’t have to apologize. In fact, we should be thanking you! It’s just, who knows if we’ll ever have the chance to fight side by side again."

Bai Feifei noticed that the three of them didn’t hold any grievances or barriers against her. A smile blossomed on her face. "We’ll definitely have the chance. I’m sure we’ll fight side by side again!"

...

Ling Feng hadn’t intended to leave Bai Feifei at the base, let alone send her back to the country, but time was pressing, leaving him with no choice.

Back at the Freedom Organization’s base, Ling Feng had overheard that they planned to target three places in their pursuit of the Atlantis map. Apart from the Egyptian Pyramids, the other two locations were a certain region of the Mediterranean and the French Louvre.

Right now, he was too far from the Mediterranean, and chances were high the map hidden there had already fallen into the Freedom Organization’s hands. Ling Feng’s current objective was to somehow prevent them from acquiring the Louvre map.

Wearing a round cap, a DSLR camera around his neck, and dressed in trendy attire, Ling Feng strolled down the bustling Champs-Élysées in Paris, snapping pictures of the lively surroundings.

His current look perfectly portrayed him as an urban traveler immersed in the romance and fashion capital of France.

"They say Paris is the city of romance, but where’s the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty sending me flirtatious glances, huh?" Ling Feng thought narcissistically. "Come on, I’m totally a dashing young man, aren’t I?"

Over the past few days, Ling Feng had discovered no signs of the Freedom Organization’s presence in France, indicating that they hadn’t made a move in the region yet.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Egypt, a Third World country, couldn’t compare to France in terms of national strength. If the Freedom Organization wanted to act against the Louvre, brute force would undoubtedly be out of the question.

"But when will they make their move?" Ling Feng pondered.

Paris itself was a world-famous tourist city and fashion capital, brimming with bustling landmarks like Champs-Élysées, Arc de Triomphe, Louvre, Notre-Dame de Paris, Paris Fashion Week...

Precisely because of its heavy foot traffic, ensuring the safety of visitors here was France’s utmost priority.

It’s said that France’s elite Rose Squad is stationed here in Paris.

Just as he was lost in thought, a pair of long, smooth, fair legs came into Ling Feng’s view.

He quickly pulled down the brim of his round cap, bowed his head, and prepared to leave in the opposite direction.

But the owner of those long legs blocked his path once again.

Ling Feng let out a helpless chuckle, raised his head, and saw a familiar face. "Miss, you’re blocking my way!"

The blonde beauty in front of Ling Feng was none other than a familiar acquaintance—Bright Saintess Saint Di Anfu!

After parting ways in Huaxia, Ling Feng had nearly forgotten about this troublemaker who always seemed to find him. To his dismay, he was now meeting her here again!

"Blocking your way?" Saint Di Anfu sneered. "What’s the matter? Just half a year away, and you don’t recognize me anymore?"

Ling Feng couldn’t fathom how Saint Di Anfu had recognized him despite his disguise. Could it be that he was really as eye-catching as a beacon in the dark? Was his inherent charm so overwhelming that even a disguise couldn’t diminish it?

Saint Di Anfu’s confident declaration left Ling Feng resigned to abandon his act. After all, there was little point in continuing to pretend once exposed—it would only seem suspicious.

"Well... long time no see! I’ve missed you dearly!" Ling Feng smiled broadly and opened his arms widely, pulling Saint Di Anfu into an embrace without hesitation. Instantly, the scent of her delicate fragrance filled his senses.

"Ah!" Saint Di Anfu hadn’t expected Ling Feng’s shamelessly direct behavior, hugging her in broad daylight without a trace of decency.

"You scoundrel, get off me!" Saint Di Anfu wrestled free from Ling Feng’s embrace, her face flushed. "You’ve become even more shameless than half a year ago!"

Ling Feng, reluctant to let go, rubbed his fingers together nostalgically. This girl’s skin was smoother than half a year prior—what a shame she was a Bright Saintess!