Chapter 778: Ice Mouse Karala

assing!"Ye Bufan said, reaching out with a hand. A small jade bottle appeared in his palm and he tossed it to the middle-aged man."Uh..."Feng Wuhen suddenly felt like someone had slapped him hard acro..."Yes!"

After a grand reception, the next morning Ye Bufan boarded an Far East military helicopter and flew directly to the far north.

Sitting on the plane looking at the scenery below, he felt a wave of emotion.

Originally, the Far East was located in a northerly region with low temperatures and sparse population. The further north one traveled, the more desolate it became, eventually reaching a point where human settlements were virtually non-existent, let alone basic infrastructure like roads.

It's a good thing I came by helicopter, otherwise it would have been really troublesome.

After flying for four or five hours, the plane landed at a temporary military airstrip.

Sharapova said: "Mr. Ye, the further north we go, the worse the weather becomes, and the plane can only fly this far. The rest of the way will have to be done on foot."

Ye Bufan nodded. This location was basically at the edge of the extreme north, with extremely harsh weather conditions and occasional blizzards. It was indeed no longer suitable for air travel.

Sharapova said again, "There's a small town ahead called Bingyuan City. I'll take you there to find the guide now."

Ye Bufan said, "Thank you."

Two people got off the plane, Sharapova immediately called for ten bodyguards, and then they all got into an army jeep and drove towards the Ice City.

Coming here, Ye Bufan could really understand what it meant to be in a sparsely populated area. Having been accustomed to the hustle and bustle of China, he was indeed a bit out of place here.

Although you can see residents' houses within the city, there is a large distance between them. Each house has a very large footprint.

"Mr. Ye, the person you're looking for is called Kara, nicknamed 'Ice Mouse'. She usually hangs out in the underworld," Sarah said as she drove.

Though lacking in other skills, he is unmatched at discerning direction and often leads people into the far north.

Yè Bùfán said, "Is this person close to you"

Sharapova said: "It's not that we are close. We were once captured by our military because of a special incident, and then we cooperated several times."

In the yard of a large house on the outskirts of Bingyuan City, an extremely slovenly middle-aged man was sitting on a dilapidated sofa.

He had a large, red, bulbous nose. His hair was messy and greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages. He wore a tattered cotton coat, with many places where the stuffing was showing through.

He was holding a glistening chicken leg in his left hand and a bottle of vodka in his right, munching on the leg and sipping from the bottle.

"Everyone, I, Kara, am alone. Since all of you want to hire me as a guide, let's have a fair competition. Whoever offers the highest price gets to take me."

This man is Kara, and across from him stand twenty or thirty people. Each one is dressed in a strange and varied way: some wear hats, some are bald, and others sport clothing from various ethnicities. They seem to come from all over the world.

“Alright, I’ll offer $10,000.”

A man with a large beard called out first.

"Go, go, go... That's the goddamn Arctic Circle. Every trip there is a death sentence. What the hell are you doing here for $10,000 My Karlo entrance fee starts at $100,000, not a penny less."

As soon as he said that, it scared away a portion of the people.

But there were still some wealthy individuals around. A man wearing a hat shouted, "What's ten million dollars I'll pay it."

"Let me tell you, when it comes to the far north, Karala is the best guide there is. It's worth every penny. With me leading the way, you'll have an extra life."

After bragging about himself a bit, he started munching on his chicken leg and sipping vodka.

"I bid 150,000..."

"I bid 200,000..."

"I'll bid 300,000..."

Hearing the increasingly higher quotes, Karla laughed heartily, letting out a heavy sigh of alcoholic breath.

And just then, another voice sounded at the door: "I'll bid one million."

Someone unexpectedly took out one million US dollars, and everyone followed the sound to see a handsome couple walking in. It was Ye Bufan and Maria Sharapova.

Klara saw Sharapova and jumped off the sofa, ready to run, but then heard a gunshot cocking sound behind her and quickly stopped.

"Run! Why aren't you running"

Kara turned back hastily, a greasy face beaming like a flower, "The most beautiful Sharapova in the world, I see how could you possibly run away"

"I was just about to make you some coffee, but never mind if you don't want any."

"Cut the crap."

Sharapova turned back to the crowd and said, "This person was booked by our Far East military. You all should leave."

Although those present were unwilling, seeing the menacing muzzle of the soldier's gun, they ultimately did not dare to say anything and left obediently.

Even the most powerful individuals here wouldn't dare defy the military. After all, a Guide can always find someone else, but they only have one life.

Seeing all these people leave, Kara's heart ached. To her, they were all walking piles of greenbacks.

Sharapova said, "This is General Shepchenko's most distinguished guest, Mr. Ye Fan Ye, I need you to take him to the far north for a trip, price you can name."

Carla forced a wry smile. "Ms. Sharapova, you're joking! How could I possibly charge for serving the military It's an honor to provide the best service free of charge"

"Since your style is so high, I will praise you to the general."

Sharapova originally wanted to pat Karala on the shoulder, but seeing his incredibly dirty cotton jacket, she ultimately retracted her fair hand.

She turned her head and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm going back first, but I will reserve a helicopter for you here. When you return from the North Pole and call me, I will send someone to pick you up and fly you back."

Kara was about to take a bite of the chicken leg in her hand when she heard this, and her expression froze.

He's been here for so many years and has never seen such a powerful military force be so polite to one person. What's this young man's background

But this moment of dazed silence was fleeting, and he soon resumed drinking, gulping down his wine and devouring chicken legs in large bites.

After that, Sharapova turned to Kara and said, "From now on, Mr. Ye is in your hands. If you make Mr. Ye even a little dissatisfied, then don't ever show your face in Siberia again."

"Cara said, "Ms. Sharapova, you're joking, there's no way I wouldn't do my best with a military assignment."

Rest assured, I will definitely bring Mr. Ye back safely from the far north, not a single hair on his head will be missing.

Mr. Ye, I'm leaving now. Good luck to you.

Sharapova said, giving Ye Bufan a big hug and gently kissing his cheek before leaving with the soldiers.

Kara took a sip of her drink and said, "Mr. Ye, I'm so envious of you. In all these years, I haven't seen Ms. Sharapova kiss anyone."

Ye Bufan glanced at him, "Now that Sharapova is gone, let's talk about our business."h one punch, the Supreme Heavenly King unleashed a devastating force that shook the very fabric of space, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.But after he punched, he hit empty air. Ye Bufan...