I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2190 - 1400: Damn!

In the realm of martial arts, an ancient proverb exists.

A formidable dragon doesn't readily cross the river.

However, there's yet another proverb.

—A mighty dragon fails to crush a native snake.

Besides, Zhong Xiaoye isn't some dragon. Curses, he's merely a bird.

Soon after his arrival, he quickly learned just how treacherous the currents are in Kyoto.

Differing from a dragon, which can navigate even the deepest waters with ease, a bird inherently clashes with water.

Additionally.

A few minutes elapsed, yet the guest Young Master Gong had vanished completely, slipping away without a sign. Even a dimwit like Zhong Xiaoye could detect something off.

It surely wasn't just a household gas leak.

"Don't you guys have doctors around? Call one to examine him."

Youmao finally spotted the injured man sprawled on the floor and signaled to the security guards.

"Lying there on the ground, watch out for catching a cold."

The easing of his pain slightly brought color back to Little Brother Xiao’s face, but fury surged within him, his chest heaving so much that he nearly vomited blood.

If you tread along the river often enough, your feet are bound to get soaked someday.

Those who oppress others will inevitably face oppression in return.

"Tell me your name."

Depending on cops for every issue is kid stuff. Plus, with a key authority right opposite, for such a minor incident, it's pointless to squander official efforts.

"Hu Die."

Youmao replied promptly and straightforwardly, without a hint of deceit.

The quiet Hu Die turned her gaze toward her briefly.

Youmao paid it no mind.

Her role was to facilitate peace, and she hadn't thrown the punch herself.

Foolish move.

You absolutely shouldn't reveal your real identity.

In the style of TV series or mindless stories, this would be the villain's cue to boast arrogantly, even under duress, spouting something like: The mountains endure, and the waters flow on. But Youmao refused to follow the script.

"Hu from the erhu instrument, Die from the butterfly—got that etched in your mind?"

Hu Die: "..."

Zhong Xiaoye: "..."

Excessive intimidation.

This is outright over the top!!!

Were this an average person, they might clench their jaws and retaliate fiercely; the barefoot fear no one wearing shoes. Though lives vary in status, the fury of the masses can still wound the elite. Yet the key point is, Zhong Xiaoye doesn't qualify as average.

Where there's no knowledge, fear doesn't exist.

This saying holds true depth.

Folks tend to show the most courage during their youth.

Moreover, Little Brother Xiao's cautionary example was stark and immediate.

Taking a step back a thousand times, even if he went all out in defiance, it would only invite disaster.

Hu Die.

Zhong Xiaoye gripped his fist tightly, gave a quiet nod to show he'd committed it to memory, and even the shot at a sharp retort was denied him.

"Come on, time for the meal."

Youmao gestured invitingly.

Hu Die trailed after in silence.

The renowned lord of the Haojiang scene and a heavyweight in global gambling circles was simply abandoned on that ground level.

Nine-headed Bird?

To those towering powers above, it's scarcely more than a quail suited for an appetizer, not fit for the prime spot.

During the ascent, Youmao refrained from chatting with Hu Die, as was her style, and Hu Die wasn't one for lively talk anyway.

Luckily, on this occasion, both qualified as visitors.

"No big deal, just some shakedown artists."

As they stepped inside, Youmao breezily recounted the events.

Should Little Brother Xiao overhear, he'd likely cough up actual blood.

Where's the fairness?

Where are the regulations?

Why isn't it claimed that the Kyoto Hotel's floor was overly slick, leading to his slip?

Tailing Youmao, Hu Die stepped into the private room. Despite a chair set aside for her, she chose to remain standing without taking a seat.

Jiang Chen skipped inquiring into the details, for who was right or wrong—does it truly matter?

The vital aspect is the position taken.

Still swayed by Song Chaoge's influence.

Without prompting, soon after Youmao and Hu Die's return, the server started bringing out the food.

Evidently.

Boss Jiang, absent from the action, appeared to anticipate it wrapping up swiftly without major fuss.

What does this represent?

This exemplifies scheming from afar to secure victory over vast distances.

"Take a seat."

Jiang Chen stated evenly.

"I'm fine standing."

Hu Die declined with a shake of her head.

Having waited solo in the room briefly, Jiang Chen had a fair sense of the inner world of this shadowy butterfly.

Regardless of motives, under typical conditions, she wouldn't deliberately stir chaos in a venue like the Kyoto Hotel.

This has zero connection to the unfamiliar Nine-headed Bird in Kyoto. The root of today's minor disturbance likely ties back to the ostensibly unlinked Young Master Song.

He can ruthlessly sever ties and cast aside this asset without hesitation.

But how does the asset herself feel about it?

"You two talk; pretend I'm not here."

Youmao announced, grabbing her chopsticks, though she seemed more keen on spectating than indulging in the meal, her face animated with anticipation.

Jiang Chen truly disregarded her being there, addressing the upright Hu Die as if alone: "Young Master Song has filled you in, hasn't he?"

Launching into the most painful subject.

Even touching on the earlier clash would be preferable.

Utterly devoid of tact.

"Mm."

Hu Die's gaze stayed composed, almost lifeless, resembling a finely crafted doll.

"And what do you make of it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"If it were irrelevant, they wouldn't have dispatched you here."

Though Boss Jiang acts with propriety, he offers no special favors or leniency to women. Within this tangled romantic web, he isn't the lead but simply fulfilling a assigned responsibility.

Trust forms the foundation of all.

Once a commitment is given, it demands fulfillment.

As for the results, that's a separate matter.

"Right now, you essentially face two paths: one involves heading overseas and soaring off into the distance."

Hu Die stayed mute.

The alternative option went unspoken; she undoubtedly understood it well.

"Young Master Fang tasked me with looking after you. I promise, should you opt for abroad, your history becomes inconsequential, and no one will pursue you."

Youmao was simply overhearing—no, more accurately, listening in plainly, but she kept silent, avoiding any untimely interjections.