I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2328 - 1479: Value-Added Services

A death warrior isn't some bio-weapon from the movies; all flesh and blood eventually develop emotions, and even someone as detached as Daoist Sister is no exception.

Fujiwara Reiki might choose to ignore certain people, but that doesn't render others deaf or blind.

What if the fabric got wet?

Any adult would understand the implication.

Someone’s evaluation of this Crown Princess is quite accurate.

She is indeed quite provocative~

"Go fetch a bottle of Red Flower Oil."

Not long after, Fujiwara Reiki, now free from Sakura's assistance and barely able to stand, furrowed her brow slightly, eliciting a ripple of sympathy. It genuinely looked painful, not an act.

Someone was well aware of the force applied moments ago. Unlike Sakura, Fujiwara Reiki was clad in the most opulent Shen Zhou silk brocade, representing the zenith of Shen Zhou's silk weaving artistry. Historically, the Emperor's Dragon Robes were often fashioned from this cloud brocade, each stitch meticulously placed by hand. Today, true masters of this craft are exceedingly rare.

Rarity begets value.

Who dares say Shen Zhou lacks luxury goods?

It takes two artisans a full day to weave merely 5 centimeters. The gold threads, hammered thousands of times within the raw cloud brocade materials, constitute the cheapest component. A finished garment crafted from cloud brocade begins at a million. Fujiwara Reiki's attire was black; in white, it would possess a luminous sheen. Despite its exorbitant cost, the fabric is both light and breathable, offering minimal cushioning during the recent impact. In terms of sheer 'value for money,' it's vastly inferior to the bulletproof vests donned by the Four Great Kings.

It really might bruise.

"Jiang Sang, you truly show no respect for Li Ji."

Once Sakura departed, Fujiwara Reiki couldn't help but voice her complaint, appearing deeply humiliated by the public spanking she received before her subordinate. Jiang Chen's response was rather blunt.

"Does it concern you?"

"Why shouldn't it concern me?"

Fujiwara Reiki clutched her backside, her brow etched with grievance, too uncomfortable to sit.

"You care, yet you permit her to dress in such a manner?"

Art mirroring life.

The form-fitting ninja suit Sakura wore resembled a creatively designed one-piece bikini more than actual ninja garb. Coupled with shimmering silk stockings, it constituted an undeniably provocative ensemble.

Fujiwara Reiki pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, and cast a tender gaze at Jiang Chen, who was seated on the ground. "Jiang Sang... doesn't it appeal to you?"

Not all sentiments can be neatly categorized as 'like' or 'dislike.'

However, upon observing Sakura standing guard in the courtyard alone, her peculiar expression couldn't help but draw Jiang Chen's gaze for a few extra moments. It was truly human nature.

Opportunities to admire such attire in real life, outside of cinematic portrayals, are exceptionally scarce.

"She's a death warrior, not a model!"

Jiang Chen rebuked coldly, though his words were remarkably diplomatic.

Fujiwara Reiki, unfazed, let out a laugh.

From initial panic akin to a startled bird seeking shelter upon Jiang Chen's arrival, through the sting of the spanking, to the resentment over his perceived lack of appreciation for beauty, and finally, to outright laughter... she displayed a comprehensive range of emotions. It was a multilayered performance, characteristic of a versatile actress capable of embodying any role without a single weak point.

"Jiang Sang might not be aware, but 'modeling' is also one of Sakura's core competencies. Not just anyone is suitable for service in the Fujiwara Family. Our death warriors are meticulously chosen, one in ten thousand. We dedicate twenty years, starting from their earliest childhood, to cultivating their abilities and ensuring mission success rates. Mastering the art of leveraging one's body and appearance is a crucial part of their training."

The inherent danger of assassins and death warriors stems from their absolute commitment to achieving objectives, which includes the ultimate sacrifice of their bodies and souls.

Though Jiang Chen was encountering genuine death warriors for the first time, he had certainly witnessed numerous related films.

To infiltrate their targets, assassins, particularly female ones, will unhesitatingly employ their allure.

"But rest assured, Jiang Sang. Sakura is an exceptional operative among the Fujiwara Family's death warriors. Her skills are paramount, so she invariably accomplishes her missions through pure competence."

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes held a seductive glint. "Li Ji can personally guarantee to Jiang Chen that Sakura remains a virgin."

Virginity.

That's the second time that word has surfaced recently.

Weren't people saying that finding a virgin nowadays requires searching elementary school classrooms?

Perhaps worlds existing at different altitudes operate under fundamentally different rules?

"You claim she's a virgin, so she is one?"

Boss Jiang is hardly naive or foolish. While he might trust Shi Qianxi, he certainly wouldn't fall for the words of this Demoness.

Character, in the interactions between individuals, varies immensely.

Indeed.

While Shi Qianxi's character might not be exceptionally noble, she certainly wouldn't fabricate such a detail.

Considering Director Shi’s background, she would never stoop to such a level.

But the individual standing before them now...

Deception spills from her lips as naturally as breathing. The sheer volume of falsehoods she's uttered throughout her life undoubtedly surpasses the number of truths spoken. And precisely because someone's mood was currently far from satisfactory, a blunt, unthinking retort was delivered.

"If Young Master Jiang does not believe me, you are free to investigate it yourself."

Investigate?

Jiang Chen's gaze turned towards her. However, before any words could escape his lips, he heard her continue with unwavering confidence, "The female members of the Fujiwara Family have Guardian Sand applied to their wrists. It serves as a symbol of their chastity."

A subtle tension flickered across Jiang Chen's expression. It seemed as though he was suppressing some words, and subsequently, his gaze involuntarily darted away.

"Young Master Jiang, there's no need to glance at Li Ji. Wasn't Li Ji's Guardian Sand taken by you, Young Master Jiang?"

"..."

Jiang Chen remained silent for a considerable moment before finally asking, "Do you take me for a Japanese?"

"What?"

Although Fujiwara Reiki possessed a deep understanding of Shen Zhou culture, she would never genuinely consider herself one of them. Therefore, she failed to grasp Jiang Chen's implication immediately.

"I could simply dab on some red ink and claim it's Guardian Sand as well."

He articulated his point with stark brevity.