I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2202 - 1407: A Long, Long Night

Boss Jiang, always one to maintain a low profile, clearly hasn't achieved the fame of 'known throughout the world,' especially not to these two female bodyguards who fail to identify him.

After all, too much time has passed since they last crossed paths.

Driven by their professional duty and unwavering loyalty, the two female bodyguards wavered, knowing that departing would leave Miss alone in the company of a man. Yet, guided by that very same duty and loyalty, they decided to obey the command following a brief pause.

"Click."

The door shut at last.

The two female bodyguards remained close by, positioned just outside the entrance to respond swiftly should any trouble arise.

Truth be told, even with their expertise and lacking arms, they likely couldn't stand against Boss Jiang, particularly since rare talents like Liu Sangyu come along once in a lifetime.

If they possessed such remarkable abilities, why settle for bodyguard roles? They ought to trail Major General Liu into the armed forces and claim their honors.

Of course.

That's veering into irrelevant territory.

He Yihui issuing that directive shows that Boss Jiang's reliability is beyond doubt. Were there malicious designs, he wouldn't have delayed this long. Back on the Black Sand Beach in Haojiang, Miss He would have faced peril already.

"Do we have enough proof?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

Is he feigning a lack of understanding?

"Without solid evidence, this could tip off the enemy prematurely."

He Yihui cautioned him.

Jiang Chen saw they were missing each other's points, fell quiet for a beat, then clarified, "This evening, maybe right as you were here having this talk, something grave went down in an underground garage in some part of Kyoto."

"What kind of incident?"

"Ten thugs, driven by base desires, attempted to kidnap an ordinary woman. The plan backfired, leaving several of them badly hurt."

He Yihui's chiseled, profound features showed clear bewilderment.

"Criminals got seriously wounded?"

Be it bringing up an seemingly unconnected happening or the details of it, the whole thing reeks of strange unreasonableness.

Ten thugs overwhelmed by one frail woman?

Was that 'ordinary woman' some kind of superhero?

"Yes."

Jiang Chen gave a casual nod, a odd grin playing on his lips.

"Soon after, those thugs turned themselves in to the authorities. They claimed to be the wronged ones—said they bumped into her vehicle without realizing, then got chased relentlessly, cornered in the parking structure, and brutalized in a terrifying assault."

It has to be said.

Boss Jiang truly excels at narration, capturing the full event in a few sharp words.

Still, He Yihui struggles to grasp it.

Most folks would find it baffling.

Every step drips with absurdity, doesn't it?

"How does this tie to Zhong Xiaoye?"

Not getting it is okay; just stay on track.

"Those thugs work for Zhong Xiaoye."

There it comes.

Now the narrative clicks into place.

The pieces link up perfectly.

"Who was that woman?"

He Yihui pressed, his questions always direct and incisive.

"You likely wouldn't know her. She clashed with Zhong Xiaoye earlier, who holds a grudge and set this scheme in motion. He rushed off to Haojiang to dodge any fallout."

"No tea around here?"

Maybe after speaking at length, he noticed his dry throat.

Where's the welcome?

Though one guest was removed, Zhong Tingwang didn't touch a drop— no glass visible— isn't there a gap between him and Shang Tingwang?

"Tea? Or perhaps something stronger?"

Miss He proves endlessly charming.

Jiang Chen offered a helpless smile, "I came by car."

Miss He acknowledged with a nod and actually set about preparing tea, forced to handle it herself now that the others were dismissed.

"Was that woman really that formidable?"

The finest joy in life, graced by a lady's gentle touch.

Jiang Chen took the hot brew, thanked her politely, upholding decorum even in their easy rapport.

"Yes, she's remarkably skilled."

Jiang Chen answered honestly, though she didn't dive into melee, her prowess must be exceptional to gain trust from Song Chaoge and Fang Jun.

As Jiang Chen enjoyed his tea, a wave of humor struck him.

It's no lie that villains and women pose the toughest challenges.

With plenty of options to settle the matter, Hu Die opted for the boldest approach.

In a fight against odds, even if victory over all wasn't feasible, escaping unscathed should have been straightforward.

"Zhong Xiaoye pouring resources into so many roughnecks was a real squander."

"Hard to fault him."

Jiang Chen defended Zhong Xiaoye justly, adding, "His crew wielded blades, but she had firearms—pure dimensional dominance in the fray, no fault in warfare."

"..."

Little surprise he's a man of letters.

"Guns?"

A spark of shock lit He Yihui's eyes.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen exhaled slowly, taking another relaxed sip.

"Firing guns in this place?"

Zhong Xiaoye's collapse truly wasn't undeserved; even Miss He appeared stunned.

Jiang Chen eyed her—a stunning beauty with strong, artistic features, exuding depth with just light cosmetics.

"Yes."

Still so unfazed?

"Wouldn't that lead to total ruin for both sides?"

Jiang Chen stayed cool, even chuckling, "How is it ruinous? She carries a valid gun permit."

"..."

He Yihui went quiet.

Head down, Jiang Chen sipped more tea, letting out a soft breath.

Indeed.

Hu Die holds the proper documentation.

Yet, legal possession doesn't equal legal discharge.

Her rashness landed her 'invited' in as well.