Rebirth of Chen An

The ship docked in Halong Bay, Vietnam will leave the port at eleven o'clock in the evening. Before that, tourists can play on the shore or return to the cruise ship to rest.

Although cruise ships are not as luxurious as ships on European and American routes, they also have a lot of entertainment facilities that belong to ships.

The evening sun sprinkled a layer of warm orange mist on the clear water. Chen An stood on the deck and watched the sunset gradually narrowing his eyes.

Even the brilliance of the setting sun stings the eye, whose tenderness is but a fleeting illusion.

Facing the sea, closing his eyes, the man took a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to settle down and enjoy this moment of peace.

After he returned to China, he would live a life as intense as a hail of bullets.

Lu Feng, I will make you pay for your betrayal.

The quiet man suddenly opened his eyes. Chen An turned around vigilantly and looked at an unknown person who was approaching him cautiously and slowly. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that you still remember me, ah, we are really destined, don't you think so," a blond Eastern European man spoke fluent Chinese, his eyes as blue as sea water leaked a hint of a smile, Ivanov called out a word very affectionately, "Ann."

Could it be that Ivanov has been following him?For a moment, this dangerous thought flashed through Chen An's mind.

No, no, if Ivanov sent someone to follow him, he would not be unaware.

Could it be... a coincidence?

Another chance encounter?

Even if he is reborn, is he still unable to escape his fate?

Hehe, it's really interesting.

Not as indifferent as he was on the plane, Chen An leaned his back on the railing of the cruise ship comfortably and stared at Ivanov in a neat suit in front of him. bodyguard.

"You know my name?" Chen An spoke, but he spoke in Russian.

"Wow, you speak Russian very well. When I saw your back on the boat, I was wondering if it was such a coincidence that I met you again. I didn't expect it was really you."

Ivanov didn't mind communicating with Chen An in Russian at all. This man's overly fair skin looked very cold under the afterglow of the setting sun. It seemed that even the scorching sun couldn't warm this cold Eastern European man. stand up.

"Are you following me, huh?" Ivanov said it was ridiculous.

"I don't know you." Chen An glanced at Ivanov, turned around and was about to leave.

With Ivanov's current situation, would anyone follow him and not know?

But Chen An can be sure of one thing, this person knows his name, and this person must have investigated him.

It's really unreasonable, they only met once on the plane, even if some of his habits are still the same as before his rebirth, Ivanov shouldn't investigate him just because he has similar habits to "Chen Changan".

The death of Chen Chang'an should be a good thing for Ivanov, after all, he lost a strong competitor.

"I thought the Chinese were very friendly and enthusiastic, hey, don't leave, long live the Sino-Russian friendship!" Ivanov said some nonsense words and followed behind the indifferent man.

This idiot.

Chen An couldn't help frowning, why would a lunatic like Ivanov be his competitor.

"How do you say it in Chinese? We are destined. Hey, Ann, how about having a glass of wine together?" Ivanov didn't seem to want to separate from Chen An.

With Ivanov's appearance and wealth, there is really no need to follow a man who is not particularly outstanding in appearance.

Chen An suddenly couldn't understand what Ivanov wanted to do after following him because he was somewhat similar to "Chen Chang'an"?

But he couldn't figure out why he would sit with Ivanov in the bar in the cabin and drink.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, Ivanov."

The man with outstanding looks is particularly eye-catching no matter where he is. Ivanov has surrounded the bar as soon as he entered the bar. A few tall bodyguards stood at the entrance of the bar motionless like door gods, threatening to try to enter the bar one by one. tourists.

Chen An didn't say a word, took a small sip from the wine glass.

The indifferent look gave Ivanov the illusion of kicking on the iron plate. A sneer flashed in the eyes of the Eastern European man, and his slender fingers gently rubbed the rim of the wine glass: "Friends of the state of etiquette, Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"You already knew, didn't you?" Chen An replied lazily, he was not so stupid as to jump into the hole that Ivanov dug for him.

The strong alcohol made him a little uncomfortable. It seems that he has become more sensitive to alcohol since he was reborn. In the past, he was not drunk for a thousand glasses. Father.

Russians from top to bottom, men and women, the elderly and children all love alcohol, and vodka is an indispensable existence in their lives.

The glass of martini in his hand was like a glass of poison, which made Chen An want to drink it up.

Could it be that after changing a body, even the capacity for alcohol has become worse?

"Don't be a woman, Ann, drink it up." Ivanov smiled and raised the empty wine glass in his hand, and what he said successfully stimulated Chen An.

Although he looks like a young man in his early thirties, as a man in his forties, Chen An doesn't like being looked down upon by younger generations.

In particular, he was obviously not drunk for a thousand cups back then.

Chen An made a move that he regretted endlessly afterwards, picked up the wine glass and smothered the martini in the glass.