I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2049 - 1325: Click, Click, Click (First Update)
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A cluster of elite American military leaders projected a formidable presence, yet one fellow with radiant golden locks captured attention above all others.
Some individuals naturally draw every eye, even in a crowded thoroughfare, simply because fate has marked them as such—no words required.
"I don’t know."
Fujiwara Reiki perfectly understood who her true partner meant by "Huang Mao," yet her response caught everyone off guard.
"You don’t know?"
Jiang Chen found himself probing further.
Who could this be?
She had once been a master infiltrator in Shen Zhou, running spy operations while juggling dual identities, weaving fact and fabrication seamlessly—espionage was her domain.
Naturally.
With billions populating the globe, grasping every detail about each person proves impossible, yet anyone striding beside Bonnie Benjamin, a top-tier military figure, couldn't possibly be commonplace.
Thus.
Could there exist a notable figure in this world beyond her knowledge?
"Really don’t know."
Fujiwara Reiki repeated firmly.
Jiang Chen gave a nod, taken aback yet free of suspicion.
She held no motive to mislead him.
Though no direct answer came, her words hinted at something deeper.
That strikingly attractive blonde man was no top military officer, or at least not among the upper echelons of the US forces based in Japan.
"Jiang Sang, perhaps you ought to focus on handling the present dilemma."
Fujiwara Reiki suggested kindly.
Indeed.
Assaulting another person clearly breaks the law.
All the more so when the victim holds a prominent status.
Several generals, whisked in from afar, struggled to their feet unsteadily. As seasoned troops, they proved more resilient than civilians, escaping grave harm, though their cheeks burned red—whether from fury or mortification remained unclear.
Flirting with women carries no disgrace.
But facing retaliation and getting thrashed turns it into a humiliating spectacle.
"Fuck!"
The dark-skinned general seethed with rage, balling his massive fist like a kettle, ready to challenge Tanki Liuli head-on.
"Stop."
Bonnie Benjamin issued the command.
Holding the rank of four-star general and supreme authority over US troops in Japan, his directives rarely met resistance.
The black general swallowed his pride, his expression twisted in displeasure, though his skin tone concealed it well.
In truth, these officers deserved no blame for their shortfall; as leaders, they honed strategies and oversight, not hand-to-hand combat. Defeat came as no shock. Armed with firearms, the outcome would have shifted dramatically.
Yet at the Fujiwara Family funeral, carrying arms violated decorum entirely.
The subdued generals huddled near Bonnie Benjamin, eyes lowered, murmuring, "General."
"What happened?"
The stern, square-jawed Bonnie Benjamin inquired steadily.
The formidable officers exchanged glances, each hesitant to break the silence.
Wataru Tetsuya lingered nearby, wisely holding his tongue, evidently steering clear of the fray.
"The generals were sparring with my bodyguard."
The statement drew eyes.
Jiang Chen advanced alongside the Martial Saint.
Fujiwara Reiki accompanied him, clasping Princess Ya Yi’s hand.
The gathering subtly split into opposing factions, lines drawn sharp and clear.
Bodyguard.
This label fit the moment flawlessly.
It shrank a major scandal into a trivial matter and subtly spared the generals' pride.
Tossed aside by a lady versus overpowered by hired protection—both sting, but the weight differs.
The second option lands softer.
"This must be Mr. Jiang?"
Bonnie Benjamin remarked with a faint grin, showing no trace of ire.
Experience sharpens the mind.
Regardless of prior encounters with Mr. Jiang, reports of Boss Jiang's exploits across Japan surely sat reviewed on this US commander's desk.
"General Bonnie, nice to meet you."
Jiang Chen inclined his head with a serene smile.
Bonnie Benjamin shifted his attention to Tanki Liuli.
"Is this lady truly Mr. Jiang’s bodyguard?"
"Yes, Tanki Liuli. I hope General Bonnie can forgive her for her low cultural level and not knowing English."
One wonders if Daoist Sister might hurl him away upon hearing that, especially since she truly grasps none of the English flowing now.
Bonnie Benjamin dipped his head, letting out a soft breath, "Shen Zhou indeed vast land and abundant resources, full of talented people."
Mutual accord settled between them, both sides opting against escalating trifles.
Yielding ground opens wider horizons.
The thrashed generals grasped the lay of the land too. At their stature, stupidity had long been weeded out. They slipped quietly to the group's rear.
"Miss Fujiwara, apologies."
Bonnie Benjamin offered warmly, forgoing any exploitation of the slip and proactively expressing regret to Fujiwara Reiki over his men's rashness.
"General Bonnie overstates it, it’s fine."
"Brother."
Ya Yi moved toward her brother, Wataru Tetsuya.
Wataru Tetsuya reached out to grasp her hand.
"Miss Fujiwara, we have military duties, so we’ll take our leave first."
"Aren’t the generals staying for the meal?"
"No, there’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future."
At those words, Fujiwara Reiki refrained from pressing them to stay, "Li Ji sends off the generals."
"Li Ji, let me send them off."
Wataru Tetsuya interjected, fulfilling his role as the caring betrothed.
Fujiwara Reiki regarded him briefly, then agreed with a nod.
"Please."
Wataru Tetsuya motioned politely, guiding the cadre of senior American military figures onward. Jiang Chen yielded the path, while casting a look at the remarkable "Huang Mao."
By chance, the man returned the stare, a smirk playing on his mouth.
Their gazes locked momentarily before drifting apart.
"Sister Liuli, you’re really badass."
Once the group departed, the Martial Saint burst into admiration.
She embodied a true female warrior.
She represented the empowered women of today.
Dominating only your partner at home shows little prowess.
Behold Sister Liuli.
What of lofty US brass?
Equality reigns—deliver the blow when needed!
"Miss Duanmu, great skills."
Fujiwara Reiki commended as well, then spotted a figure lost in contemplation nearby.
"Jiang Sang, what are you thinking?"
"Are you sure you don’t recognize?"
Viewed from distance before, now in proximity, details sharpened.
"Li Ji didn’t look."
Such innocence.
Not a second spared for outsiders.
Jiang Chen studied her.
Fujiwara Reiki bit her lip, yielding at last.
"Hmm, he’s kinda handsome."
"..."
Had the query concerned his looks?
"Don’t recognize."
Fujiwara Reiki denied once more, shaking her head.
"Martial Saint."
Jiang Chen directed.
"Huh?"
The Martial Saint blinked in bewilderment.
"Take a picture."
Picture?
Still baffled, the Martial Saint asked, "Brother, of what?"
Jiang Chen peered over his shoulder.
Trailing his line of sight, the Martial Saint spotted the departing assembly of global powerhouses and promptly pulled out his device, no questions asked.
Quick on the uptake, he activated the lens, silenced the shutter and disabled the flash, then raised it high.
"Click, click, click..."