I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2346 - 1490: Gomen Nasai~_2

Conversely, with increasingly abundant material conditions, human courage and adventurous spirit tend to diminish, leading to a strong inclination to avoid risks whenever possible.

This aligns with the principles of the Dao.

Is the existence of a Daluo Golden Immortal comparable to that of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals?

"What is the probability of success in breaking through?"

In response to Jiang Chen's steady inquiry, Fujiwara Reiki pondered for a moment before seriously replying, "If we didn't have to consider shielding the two of us as burdens, the chance of breaking through would be seventy percent. However, if you intend to protect us both, then..."

"Jiang Sang should understand that protecting individuals is considerably more challenging than eliminating them."

Hmm.

Quite objective.

Much like how most international assassins are former special forces soldiers.

Being an assassin is considered easier than serving as a soldier.

Inflicting harm is simpler than nurturing or preserving life.

Jiang Chen certainly grasped the logic, but the other party held a profoundly flawed perception.

"I am not a burden."

He decisively offered a correction and a reminder.

Fujiwara Reiki was momentarily taken aback, then offered a charming smile and immediately acknowledged her error.

"My apologies, I underestimated Jiang Sang."

She also offered a solemn, ninety-degree bow to Jiang Chen, "I am truly sorry~".

A femme fatale, no doubt.

Being with this Demoness truly risks one's life, not solely in intimate encounters but in other perilous situations as well.

Observe, even with a blade hovering near your throat, you persist in playing with emotions.

"Let's depart!"

Jiang Chen grasped her wrist, ceasing any further delay.

"Jiang Sang, it's in that direction!"

Fujiwara Reiki urgently stated.

Jiang Chen was well aware of the location of the exit; he was not a liability. He possessed combat capabilities. However, the stunning woman he was pulling along was undeniably a significant encumbrance.

This was certainly not due to personal affection.

Her status was too unique; any injury, loss of a limb, or disfigurement would have unimaginable repercussions.

Consequently, he could not afford to take risks.

"Be quiet!"

Jiang Chen made a decision, seeking a means to escape, leaving the four Great Kings and Sakura behind.

He could only hope they could hold their ground.

"Jiang Sang, you are so MAN."

Fujiwara Reiki, upon being admonished, did not exhibit anger. Instead, a delicate expression graced her features, her eyes sparkling, nearly provoking an urge in Jiang Chen to put an end to her right then and there.

And at such a critical juncture?

While others were sacrificing themselves to buy time.

You are still flirting!

His grip on her wrist tightened, her arm felt as soft as boneless, almost dragging her out of the room through an alternate doorway, in search of an "emergency escape route."

Fujiwara Reiki followed closely, unable to resist, her cheeks flushed, her gaze as tender as flowing water.

Alright.

Even more MAN.

As a general rule, old mansions with historical inheritance typically possess a rear exit. However, this particular residence did not.

It remains unknown if construction codes were violated, perhaps leading to its demolition by urban management authorities.

With no rear exit and no concealed passage, the sole remaining hope lay upwards.

After leading Fujiwara Reiki in a circuit around the inner courtyard, Jiang Chen halted, tilted his head back, and surveyed the courtyard wall, which stood approximately three meters high.

The only fortunate aspect was the absence of high-voltage electric wires along the wall, nor any anti-theft fencing.

"Jiang Sang doesn't want to..."

Fujiwara Reiki perceived his intention, shaking her head immediately, "It's too high, Li Ji cannot climb it—"

"I will give you a boost."

Jiang Chen interjected, approaching the wall, squatting down, and assuming a half-crouched posture with his hands clasped together, palms facing upwards, positioned at his abdomen.

"Go up!"

Although he could not ascertain the ongoing battle in the front courtyard, the situation was undoubtedly dire.

Time was of the essence, equating to life itself.

"What about you?"

Fujiwara Reiki remained stationary.

Clearly intending to serve as a stepping stone, Jiang Chen stated in a deep voice, "I will find my own way. You ascend first."

Fujiwara Reiki was momentarily lost in thought.

Indeed.

At this critical juncture where every second counted, she had become lost in her own reflections.

It could not be entirely blamed on her.

Women possess emotional predispositions.

Jiang Chen was evidently offering her a path to survival. Faced with such circumstances, what woman would not be deeply touched?

Adversity reveals one's true character.

Disregard a person's words; observe their actions instead.

Furthermore.

In what sort of environment did Fujiwara Reiki grow up?

The so-called Death Warriors were merely the outcome of prolonged indoctrination, stemming from unwavering loyalty to the glory of the Fujiwara Family.

And now, a man appeared, acting purely for her benefit...

Fujiwara Reiki's vision gradually blurred, and she found herself in a state of daze.

"Why are you just standing there?"

Jiang Chen, naturally, could not fathom her internal monologue. His actions were not feigned; Fujiwara Reiki was not a target to be seduced.

Could he not allow Fujiwara Reiki to serve as a stepping stone for him?

Boss Jiang, one might say, still possessed a shred of conscience.

As a man’s fundamental principle, he refused to stoop to such unscrupulous actions.

"Do you truly wish to be ravished, killed, and then ravished and killed once more?"

This was no idle threat.

Should Fujiwara Reiki fall into enemy hands, a swift death would undoubtedly be a mercy.

For a woman of her caliber, a simple killing would be a regrettable waste.

"No!"

Fujiwara Reiki retorted instantly, her pupils contracting. She declared without a trace of hesitation, "If Jiang Sang is not leaving, then neither am I!"

Boss Jiang ought to feel a sense of pride.

For a woman like this to voice such a sentiment, indicating a willingness to share his fate, suggested that if there were a favorability gauge, the mission might already be accomplished.

"Who said I’m not leaving!"

Jiang Chen harbored no inclination for pride; he might not even comprehend that, in this predicament, he would have preferred her to exhibit a touch more selfishness.

Considering this demoness’s upbringing, wouldn't she inherently value betraying the world over being betrayed by it?

"You climb up first, then you can pull me up."

"Oh!"

Very well.

A misunderstanding, it seemed.

There would be no need for muddled emotions; Fujiwara Reiki, as expected, was not one to prolong matters. Realizing that a joint escape was possible, she shed her hesitation and even knew to build momentum.

Fortunately, she was wearing pants today, not a flowing skirt.

With a running start, she precisely landed on Jiang Chen’s palm. Jiang Chen swiftly rose, lifting her upwards.

Though Fujiwara Reiki appeared fragile and delicate, she proved to be remarkably more agile than the average woman. With seamless coordination, her hands found purchase on the wall's edge, and using Jiang Chen’s shoulder as a stepping stone, she successfully pulled herself up.

Jiang Chen let out a breath of relief; thankfully, the direst outcome had been averted. Despite her privileged upbringing, she was unlike those pampered damsels prone to tripping even when walking.

In truth, Jiang Chen had been disingenuous; he held no expectation that she could actually pull him up. Such a towering wall, and for a woman to haul up a healthy adult male was a feat bordering on the impossible, unless one were an accomplished athlete; she would more likely be pulled down herself.

Still, words were merely words.

Whether she possessed the strength to lift him was one matter; at the very least, she should make an attempt, shouldn't she?

However, after Fujiwara Reiki ascended the wall, she showed no inclination to extend a hand.

Burning the bridge after crossing? Revealing her true colors?

Jiang Chen glanced upward, a wry smile touching his lips.

No resentment was felt.

This aligned perfectly with her established character and the image he held of her.

If escape was impossible, so be it.

He had, in fact, contemplated returning to fight alongside the Four Great Kings; without the encumbrance of a companion, their chances of breaking through the encirclement would significantly increase.

Thus, he harbored no ill will towards her; instead, he gestured with his hand, signaling, "Go!"

What truly defined a man?

A man should conduct himself thus!

"Jiang Sang..."

Having used Jiang to scale the wall, Fujiwara Reiki did not flee with haste. She perched on the parapet, lost in contemplation of the unhindered world beyond, then inexplicably turned back.

Jiang Chen looked up, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"More people are approaching!"

Jiang Chen paused, then heard the distinct 'whoosh whoosh' of grappling hooks being flung over the wall, securing themselves onto the battlements.

Jiang Chen’s expression shifted subtly, and he quickly reached out, urging, "Get down!"

Fujiwara Reiki leaned down.

Their hands met and clasped tightly in mid-air.

Jiang Chen pulled with all his might.

Much like performers in a circus, Fujiwara Reiki placed her complete trust in him; Jiang Chen supported her posterior, pivoted to mitigate the force, and after propelling her atop the wall, successfully caught her as she descended.

"Bang."

Fujiwara Reiki landed without harm.

At that precise moment, a hook shot through the air, striking the very spot where she had been seated; had she been even a fraction of a second slower, her flesh would have been rent asunder.

A misjudgment.

An unwarranted accusation.

It was not a case of burning bridges after crossing, nor of discarding a tool after its utility was exhausted, but rather Fujiwara Reiki, observing from her vantage point, had detected the arrival of additional adversaries outside.

This route was no longer viable!

"Go!"

Although the scene outside remained obscured from view, the barrage of hooks hurtling over the wall made Jiang Chen acutely aware of the gravity of their situation. He hastily grasped Fujiwara Reiki and decisively retreated along their inbound path.

At this juncture, the Four Great Kings had fallen back to the central courtyard, their bodies slick with blood, managing a brief respite under Sakura's protective coverage.

The external aggressors seemed unhurried in their attempts to breach the defenses, presumably conserving their energy as well.

The metallic tang of blood grew more pronounced.

"Mr. Jiang, why are you..."

Perceiving the commotion behind them, coupled with the enemy's tightening cordon, the Four Great Kings and Sakura turned, their faces etched with bewilderment upon seeing Jiang Chen and Fujiwara Reiki making a return.

"Ghosts outside as well."

Fujiwara Reiki stated with apparent strain, her words punctuated by the arduous back-and-forth motion and the physically demanding ascent of the wall, yet her breathing remained remarkably steady.