I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2344 - 1489: The Wolf Is Coming (Part 2)

Stepping outside just moments ago, who could have possibly anticipated the sheer chaos erupting within the mansion.

Beyond the standing figures, others lay prone, their bodies and limbs strewn about, crushing the delicate flora; the blue brick walls bore crude graffiti, and crimson blood dripped from leaves that glistened eerily beneath the moonlight.

Damn it all.

With so many individuals, their eyes like predatory wolves encircling him, how could an absolute silence pervade the air?

This is undeniably a trap.

Perhaps in a surge of frustration, Boss Jiang raised his hand.

"Beep——"

Incredible! They’ve truly outdone themselves!

The sudden, blaring horn shattered the oppressive stillness, catching many completely off guard, causing them to flinch. It must have felt akin to having a gong forcefully struck next to your ear while in the midst of deep sleep. Boss Jiang’s entire lineage, going back eighteen generations, was likely showered with the most colorful of blessings.

Did Jiang Chen care about this display?

Absolutely not.

His overzealous attempt to make a grand entrance had led him directly into a viper’s nest. At this critical juncture, the shock he experienced was undoubtedly no less potent than that of the specters lingering outside. Though their faces were concealed, rendering their appearances indiscernible, the gruesome spectacle and the glinting pairs of green eyes made it unequivocally clear that these individuals were far from reputable and were most certainly enemies, not allies.

What about the ancient sect?

Why were all its members incapacitated?

Fujiwara Reiki’s security contingent certainly comprised more than just Sakura, the lone death warrior. However, observing the current battlefield, it was evident that their losses had been catastrophic. Yet, the fact that these lingering figures remained outside, refraining from a full-scale assault, served as testament to the unwavering loyalty demonstrated by the Japanese Samurai in their final moments.

Hmm.

It is indeed an atmosphere thick with the scent of blood, even without the windows of the car being opened.

Jiang Chen inhaled deeply, posing a question that was both reasonable and delivered with explosive force: "Can you handle this?"

If this were any ordinary person.

They would be drenched in cold sweat.

Handle it?

Cast your gaze upon the adversaries outside.

There are at least a dozen, perhaps twenty individuals.

And our side?

To say we are "outnumbered" would be a gross understatement.

Naturally.

The Four Great Kings are no ordinary individuals, but neither are the foes we face!

Though they arrived late and missed the initial carnage, an analysis of the evidence scattered across the scene strongly suggests that the confrontation must have been exceptionally brutal.

Having survived such a vicious melee, it is undeniable that these masked assailants are formidable combatants!

Nevertheless, this life of constant wandering.

Thriving on such perilous encounters.

There is no trepidation on this stage.

The Four Great Kings remained conspicuously silent, their grips tightening on their weapons, conveying their affirmative response to Boss Jiang through unwavering and fierce gazes.

"Hold for ten minutes."

Although the forces fighting under his banner were as numerous as migrating fish, Jiang Chen still couldn't bear to witness those who didn't deserve their fate perish senselessly. As he directed the Four Great Kings to disembark from the vehicle, he retrieved his mobile phone with the singular intention of contacting the authorities.

What is the appropriate course of action when faced with imminent danger?

Clearly, one must summon the police.

He had refrained from reporting earlier due to the nebulous nature of the situation, lacking concrete evidence, but now, a scene straight out of a horror film was unfolding directly before his eyes.

It must be acknowledged that Boss Jiang possessed remarkable adaptability and resourcefulness, readily employing any effective means necessary to safeguard his interests. While seeking police intervention was the correct protocol, the crucial factor remained whether they could be reached in time.

As the phone's screen illuminated, Jiang Chen instantly detected that something was amiss.

There was absolutely no signal whatsoever.

He had distinctly transmitted his location from the exterior perimeter.

Yet, despite the absence of a signal, he persisted in attempting to contact the police, but reality proved unforgiving.

Who on earth claimed that calls could be made without a signal?

This was unequivocally not a malfunction of the phone.

Nor was it an issue with the cellular network's base stations.

It was evident that someone was employing advanced technology to disrupt the electromagnetic signals within the confines of this mansion.

They had truly come meticulously prepared.

This explained the persistent inability to reach Fujiwara Reiki’s phone.

"Mr. Jiang should make his escape first."

White Eyebrow Eagle King declared, his hand already reaching for the door handle.

A prudent individual recognizes the opportune moment to withdraw.

When circumstances turn unfavorable, a temporary retreat is not a sign of cowardice but rather a mark of wisdom; he is certainly not a brainless antagonist. Between one's life and one's dignity, which holds greater importance?

However, the predicament was this.

Forcing entry was simple enough.

Exiting proved to be a far more challenging endeavor.

Reversing was not as straightforward as barreling in; the correct angle had to be identified, and the adversaries were not mere scarecrows, poised to idly observe an escape.

"Boom!"

A projectile, a stone, struck with considerable force, impacting the driver's side window. Fortunately, the superior construction of the Alphard held firm, preventing a breach, though a visible mark remained.

But the uncertainty loomed regarding how many such impacts it could withstand.

"Mr. Jiang, quickly!"

"Swish", the car door was flung open, and the Four Great Kings disembarked with resolute determination, knowingly risking their lives to secure precious moments for an individual they hardly knew.

Jiang Chen was no villain, nor was he a protagonist trapped in a predictable narrative, prone to freezing in critical junctures; time was of the essence. Immediately after the Four Great Kings had exited the vehicle, he meticulously checked the rearview mirror, preparing to execute a reverse maneuver.

"Shhh..."

A scattering of metallic objects lay strewn across the sole path intended for egress.

It turned out they were caltrops.

Originally intended for fencing and deterring theft, it was discovered that puncturing tires was a more effective use.

"Bang bang bang..."

Green Wing Bat King, with his sharp senses, urgently pounded on the window as a warning.

With Alphard's path obstructed, the enemy descended like a pack of wolves, assailing the Four Great Kings and Alphard from all directions with an overwhelming and intense assault.

The Four Great Kings, exhibiting no fear, valiantly defended their respective positions, confronting their adversaries directly.

Blood began to flow once more!

Had it been an ordinary businessman, apprehension might have taken hold. However, Jiang Chen was a man who had faced both life and death on numerous occasions; his mental fortitude surpassed that of most. Even a body of metal offered no guarantee of safety; once cornered, he would be trapped like a turtle in a jar, and a reversal of the situation was now impossible. Thus, he made a swift and decisive choice, not wasting a single moment.

Charge forward!

Releasing the brake, he stomped on the gas pedal.

"Honk——"

Accompanied by the jarring sound of the horn, Alphard broke free from the dangerous battlefield and surged into the inner courtyard. Nevertheless, this mansion, a former noble residence from a bygone era, was expansive but not constructed for vehicles to careen through; without regard for adjustments to its angle, Alphard crashed through the moon gate, sending dust flying skyward before settling with a resounding, "Boom..."

On the windshield, two obsidian darts appeared with considerable force, embedding themselves deeply into the glass. They did not pierce completely through but caused a spiderweb-like fracture.

These were identical to the projectiles that Golden Lion King had intercepted previously.

It was Sakura.

Thankfully, high-quality items come at a cost.

Had it been an inexpensive vehicle, Boss Jiang might already have met a gruesome end.

"Beep——"

Jiang Chen suddenly sounded the horn once more.

Alphard emerged from the cloud of dust.

Sakura's dart attack was momentarily halted.

Alphard came to a stop, the door swung open, and before Jiang Chen had even exited, his voice rang out.

"Can't you look carefully before you act?!"

To fall by the hands of an enemy is to become a hero.

But to perish by one's own side's actions would be the mark of a fool.

Sakura remained silent, no longer engaged in her previous actions, but her attire was notably more orderly than before. She stood alone outside the house.

It was no wonder those individuals hesitated to charge in.

This was a human sniper rifle.

If it possessed the power to shatter windshields, one could only imagine its effect upon a human head.

Who claimed that cold weapons could not achieve results comparable to those of their hot counterparts?

The situation was precarious, leaving no room for arguments. Jiang Chen rapidly approached, stating, "My people are outside; quickly take someone to provide support."

"I am the only one left."

Sakura's concise reply rendered Jiang Chen speechless.

"Where is she?"

Jiang Chen immediately inquired.

Sakura offered no response.

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted towards the distinctive house situated behind her, and he swiftly moved past Sakura.

Sakura remained in her position.

This indicated that the final defense line was still in place.

It felt as though history was repeating itself.

However, tonight was destined not to be a night of romance and gentleness.

"Swish!"

The sliding door was pulled open.

"Jiang Sang!"

Immediately afterward, a slender figure rushed into his arms, emanating an intoxicating fragrance.

How eerily did this situation resemble a rewind of time?

During their last encounter, Jiang Chen had still maintained a degree of gentlemanly conduct. However, now he barely concerned himself with tenderness or offering comfort; he pushed away the embrace of the Japanese Enchanting Demon, initiating the conversation with a question that completely shattered the mood: "Did you call the police?"

Fujiwara Reiki shook her head. This Demoness, still exuding radiance, appeared unfazed by any threat.

This also served to highlight the insincerity of her prior emotional display.

"At that moment, I only thought of contacting you, Jiang Sang... Didn't you call the police?"

Their eyes met.

A heavy silence descended upon the room.