I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2347 - 1491: Makes Sense (Qidian 100,000 Bookmarks, Another Milestone Achieved!)

Anyone familiar with 'Animal World' would know that when a wolf pack hunts, they typically operate in formations with a clear division of labor.

It's akin to a certain tale. A butcher, returning home late, finds his pole empty save for bones. Encountering two wolves trailing him, he tosses them bones out of fear. One wolf stops for the treat, while the other persists in its pursuit. He throws another bone, and this time the second wolf halts, allowing the first to draw nearer. The bones vanish, yet the two wolves continue their parallel tracking.

The butcher grows desperate, dreading an attack from both front and rear. Spotting a wheat field with a straw mound, he runs to it, propping his pole and drawing his knife. The wolves hesitate to approach, glaring at each other. After a period, one wolf departs, leaving the other to sit watchfully. Eventually, its eyes seem to close, its posture relaxed. Seizing the moment, the butcher swiftly lunges, decapitating the wolf with his knife and finishing it with further blows. Just as he prepares to depart, he notices another wolf attempting to burrow into the straw pile from behind. With its body partially concealed, only its hindquarters and tail are exposed. The butcher strikes from behind, severing its hamstring and dispatching it as well. He then realizes the initial wolf had feigned sleep to draw the other into a trap...

In simpler terms, it signifies a butcher returning at dusk, his carrying pole bearing only bones, and being shadowed by two wolves for a considerable distance.

Further explanation is unnecessary.

Elaborating more would simply be filler.

In essence, the cunning of wolves rivals that of humans.

It's no wonder the foreigner at the "doorway" isn't hurried.

Now, the situation is indeed dire.

Trapped like a turtle in a jar, with no avenue of escape.

Scaling walls isn't exclusively Boss Jiang's forte; it's barely considered a skill.

A three-meter wall poses no challenge to a well-trained, equipped special forces operative.

One can almost hear the muffled drumming of approaching footsteps.

The threat is imminent.

The situation is urgent.

"Sakura, you must protect her!"

There's no time for deliberation. Once surrounded, our position will become utterly defensive, and the danger will escalate. Therefore, the only viable strategy is a bloody breakthrough before the enemy can establish a complete encirclement.

Jiang Chen extends his hand.

The Four Great Kings exchange glances, and then the Green Wing Bat King tosses him a discarded Triangular Military Dagger.

This weapon is far more lethal than a watermelon knife; a single hit causes continuous bleeding through its grooves, leading to certain injury or death.

"How are you all holding up?"

Despite his elevated status, Jiang Chen displays remarkable bravery in this critical juncture. His maturing face bears no trace of fear, radiating only heroic masculinity.

"No problem!"

Perhaps influenced by his demeanor, the blood-splattered Four Great Kings respond with confident smiles.

A timid soldier leads to a timid army.

The more perilous the circumstances, the more crucial it is for the leader to project charisma!

"Mr. Jiang, charge forward with confidence; we will follow!"

The White Eyebrow Eagle King wipes at a fresh wound on his right cheek. The cut is superficial, merely grazed by an enemy's sharp blade. Had it been an inch deeper, it would have sliced into the corner of his eye, and the blood flow makes it appear quite gruesome.

"If we survive, there will be rewards for everyone!"

Jiang Chen firmly grasps the Triangular Military Dagger, his gaze fixed intently in the direction of the gate.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

The Four Great Kings reply heartily, their blood churning. Despite facing a life-or-death ordeal, an inexplicable thrill surges within them.

Facing death with a calm spirit!

Fujiwara Reiki observes silently, her eyes involuntarily darting towards the scene.

What truly defines a man's charm?

It seems there have been numerous such moments tonight.

She finds herself moved once more.

"Are you prepared?"

Jiang Chen turns, not looking at Fujiwara Reiki, whom he perceives as a liability. Instead, he looks at Sakura, who had once been frank with him.

Sakura appears equally affected.

For a Death Warrior like her, what she values most isn't wealth, but the unvarnished sincerity displayed in extreme situations.

She seems to grasp something new.

The lady's choice.

Sakura nods silently.

Jiang Chen shifts his gaze to Fujiwara Reiki's face.

No need for eloquent words.

Their eyes meet.

Only three words are spoken.

"Stay close to me."

"Jiang Sang..."

Fujiwara Reiki murmurs softly.

Regrettably, someone fails to grasp the sentiment and has already turned away. Taking a deep breath, he commands, "Go!"

Forming a wedge formation, the Four Great Kings surround Jiang Chen and advance without hesitation.

"Lady."

Sakura reminds her.

"Is this the feeling of being protected?"

Fujiwara Reiki offered a gentle smile, observing the courageous figure who dashed forward. Though the person ahead could not perceive it at this moment, an unprecedented tenderness graced her captivating features.

"Sakura," she mused aloud, her voice carrying a newfound sentiment, "I suddenly find myself hesitant to return to Japan."

Sakura's heart fluttered at the unexpected declaration, and she turned to face Fujiwara Reiki with surprise.

To not return to Japan—wasn't that equivalent to forsaking everything they possessed?

A knowing smile touched Fujiwara Reiki's lips.

"Let's go," she declared, her tone firm.

With that, she took a decisive step forward.

Fearless and resolute.

A woman could be alluring, but her charm should not be limited to mere coquetry!

Flirtation, after all, was merely a temporary balm, effective only for a fleeting time. What truly ensnared another's heart was the resilience of their spirit.

The sacrifices made by the Four Great Kings had not been in vain.

The front yard was littered with more fallen foes.

This signified,

That the adversaries they confronted numbered well over a dozen.

As Jiang Chen and his companions relinquished their strategic advantage to charge out actively, the foreign guards stationed at the entrance were visibly taken aback by the sudden shift.

Yet, the determined Jiang Chen wasted no time.

"Eliminate them," he commanded, his voice resonating with an air of confidence and authority.

Before his words fully registered, the Four Great Kings had already unsheathed their weapons, unleashing swift attacks upon their surroundings.

This was no mere sparring match.

A moment's misstep could lead to the severing of limbs, or worse—instantaneous death. Fortunately, Jiang Chen proved to be a formidable combatant, even among seasoned entrepreneurs.

"Huff, huff, huff—"

The air whizzed with the sharp sound of a military saber slicing through the wind, its surface gleaming with a chilling glint. Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, responding with practiced calm, and intercepted the blow with a dagger wielded in one hand.

"Clang!"

A sharp, metallic collision echoed, accompanied by the violent impact of steel striking steel, sparking like fleeting fire. The military saber clattered to the ground. Jiang Chen, disregarding the throbbing pain in his wrist, planted his feet firmly and, with clear intent, surged directly towards the main gate.