I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2048 - 1324: Who Is That Huang Mao? (2)

Fortune smiled upon them since the well's entrance was firmly sealed; had it not been, the elderly man's remains might truly have sprung free from the depths.

"Why not consider it from another angle?"

Jiang Chen remarked out of the blue.

Fujiwara Reiki looked baffled.

"Japan's initial approach with MacArthur proved highly effective."

Jiang Chen went on.

Fujiwara Reiki froze for a moment, her face shifting dramatically; without uttering a sound, she lifted her arm and gestured toward the nearby stone formations.

"Do you think I'd bash my head against it and die?"

She skipped the honorific Jiang Sang entirely.

MacArthur stood as a globally famous icon, bound for the annals of history, much like Bonnie Benjamin, who once commanded the US forces in Japan as the inaugural holder of that role—ranking even above Bonnie Benjamin's current status as a Five-Star General.

During the immediate aftermath of Japan's surrender announcement, the nation teetered in utter chaos, resembling helpless sheep awaiting the butcher's blade, right down to the Imperial Family.

Typically, as Japan's rulers in defeat, the Imperial Family would face justice for their grave atrocities, much like other fallen monarchies worldwide, marched to the scaffold or chopping block—yet the outcome merely diminished their authority without executions, preserving the monarchy intact.

How did they pull that off?

Bribes of influence and riches aside, the Japanese Imperial Family even presented their treasure of a goddess to General MacArthur.

Exactly so.

A crude seduction ploy.

Yet it never fails to deliver.

The sway of intimate whispers knows no borders or times.

Thus, Fujiwara Reiki's fierce reaction made perfect sense right then, her allure outshining even the Showa era's famed beauty.

However.

Not all possess such lofty resolve.

Without any feigned drama, once the warning escaped her lips, she denied Jiang Chen much chance to ponder, charging straight at the closest stone pillar—with enough force that a collision could turn one mourning into two.

Thank goodness Boss Jiang stayed sharp and fit, reacting swiftly by snatching her wrist.

The pull's rebound yanked Fujiwara Reiki backward, tumbling her into his embrace, confirming her intent was no mere act—or at least, far from a safe bluff.

Sensing the jolt against his chest, by the laws of energy transfer, even Jiang Chen felt taken aback.

Was her resolve truly this intense?

What if he hadn't intervened?

In truth, Jiang Chen had perhaps misjudged her depth, or the raw force of human instinct.

Even top-tier performers lose composure at times; just ask Pei Yunxi later if skeptical—she'd have plenty to share.

Inevitable events unfold as fated.

Amid the grim funeral rite, the pair clung together, spared from witnesses by the empty surroundings.

"You know full well this freedom came at a steep price; rash moves are simple, but wouldn't that squander all your endured patience and toil?"

Jiang Chen, ever proactive, kept his cool no matter the crisis.

"I don't give a damn."

Fujiwara Reiki lifted her gaze, strands of hair tousled, one curling across her face.

She met Jiang Chen's stare head-on.

"I'm only wondering: if I perished right here, would Jiang Sang weep a single tear for me?"

Jiang Chen fell quiet, loosening his hold while retreating a step.

"Watch your appearance."

Fujiwara Reiki rubbed her captured wrist, abandoning suicidal notions; a woman of her caliber, even in emotional turmoil, snaps back swiftly.

She appeared composed once more, yet pressed on, "Jiang Sang, if Li Ji vanished from your life, would sorrow grip you?"

Jiang Chen offered no reply, refusing to dwell on the query.

"Aren't you due back?"

Fujiwara Reiki went mute, locking eyes on him intently.

"Brother Jiang Chen."

A voice rang out.

The Martial Saint had come back alongside Ya Yi.

Fujiwara Reiki swiftly masked her feelings, greeting the approaching youngsters with a flawless grin.

"Where did the Princess wander off to?"

Gazing at the face mirroring her teacher's, the Little Princess's plump cheeks betrayed nothing amiss as she replied with graceful courtesy, "The Martial Saint Brother showed me the butterflies."

Martial Saint Brother.

Fujiwara Reiki eyed the boy who'd halted her two nights prior, "Did the Princess spot the butterflies?"

"I surely did."

True to childhood's innocence, mentioning her delight, the girl's face bloomed with rosy thrill, "Miss Fujiwara's butterflies outnumber those in the Imperial Palace."

She halted mid-sentence, though Fujiwara Reiki and Jiang Chen paid it no mind; the Martial Saint, meanwhile, brushed it off.

Though their time together was brief, he sensed this Japanese princess's uniqueness more keenly. Noticing her butterfly fascination, he'd offered to capture some earlier, only for her to decline.

So youthful, already grasping life's value.

He felt a pang of inadequacy.

"Where's Imperial Brother?"

Little Princess Ya Yi suddenly noted her brother's absence.

"His Highness the Prince went to meet a friend. I'll escort the Princess to him."

Fujiwara Reiki reached out her hand.

"Alright."

Ya Yi extended her arm, the adult's palm enveloping the child's.

The party departed the rugged stone woods.

"Brother, where's Sister Liuli?"

Tailing the pair of grown and young lady, the Martial Saint inquired with curiosity.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Brother, did you allow Sister Liuli to wander off on her own again?"

The Martial Saint probed, a touch uneasy.

"She can't be far."

This round, Daoist Duanmu hadn't strayed distant; soon after strolling, Jiang Chen and the Martial Saint spotted her.

Accompanying her stood several towering Caucasians, boldly appraising her, their visages etched with smug superiority.

Given Daoist Sister's interpersonal flair, she wouldn't start chats with strangers, making the scenario obvious.

"Those are senior US Army officials."

Fujiwara Reiki observed.

A vibe of entitlement and disdain.

Duanmu Liuli's captivating looks drew eyes inevitably. As the unchallenged rulers here, these US officers reveled in unchecked boldness. Though they'd avoid major disruptions at the Fujiwara Clan's wake, some light harassment seemed innocuous to them.

Jiang Chen felt no haste, wisely so, aware of Daoist Sister's prowess. And since he stayed relaxed, Fujiwara Reiki, clasping Little Princess Ya Yi's hand, held back as well.

At a range of thirty or forty meters, words escaped them, but the US officers dominated the talk.

No helping it.

Daoist Sister knew no foreign tongues.

"I'll handle it."

The Martial Saint stepped up to retrieve Sister Liuli, his intent noble, though he underestimated the need.

Did his Sister Liuli require saving?

The US officers, used to their elevated rank, persisted as Duanmu Liuli brushed them off and attempted to depart; shunning force, they shuffled to obstruct her route.

"Step aside."

Duanmu Liuli uttered at last.

Regrettably, the officers likely failed to grasp it or ignored her, prattling on with incomprehensible words to Daoist Sister.

No further caution.

"Boom."

One officer abruptly soared airborne, tumbling end over end upon impact, unscathed but utterly humiliated.

The others gaped in shock, unprepared for defiance against them, their faces hardening into fury.

But Daoist Sister tuned out their chatter.

One, two, three...

The Martial Saint gawked as human forms launched scattering every which way.

No pushback at all?

Hardly.

Certain officers countered with moves, yet the strength gap proved immense; their guards shattered in under a second, sending them soaring the farthest.

"Boom."

Seeing an unknown form crash near his feet, Wataru Tetsuya paused his stride mid-conversation, smile fading.

At his side, spearheaded by Four-Star General Bonnie Benjamin, the US delegation froze too.

"Sister Liuli's utterly badass!"

The Martial Saint whispered with fervor.

Fujiwara Reiki, having viewed the spectacle, wore a strange look.

Boss Jiang seemed indifferent, devoid of worry over the stir, merely eyeing the distant group, bypassing Japan's key figure Bonnie Benjamin to fix on someone else.

"Who's that blond guy?"