I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2348 - 1491: That’s True (Another Milestone Reached at 100,000 on Qidian!)

At this moment, if he were to shout "Death to those who block my way," it would surely be overwhelmingly cool. But Jiang Chen isn’t stupid; he wouldn’t do something that attracts hatred foolishly. His goal isn’t to kill all the enemies, but to escape.

Furthermore.

Although he has two dice, the gap between him and an invincible, unparalleled mighty general is immense.

Using his own life to show off is foolish.

The ideal situation would definitely be that no one notices him, and he runs away unimpeded. But ideally, that’s obviously ideal.

Though the Four Great Kings alleviated most of the pressure, Boss Jiang’s outstanding aura couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.

Two foreigners attacking together, coordinating from left to right, one chopping at Boss Jiang’s neck, the other slashing at his lower body with insidious precision. But on the battlefield, it’s either you die or I perish; there’s no talk of mercy.

Facing the coordinated attack, Jiang Chen showed his exceptional skills. During the forward charge, he stomped fiercely, using the momentum to lift himself off the ground, completing an aerial flip over the heads of the two enemies, successfully resolving the perilous attack,

After landing, he didn’t continue running toward the door but instead turned around, smoothly switching the military dagger in his right hand to his left.

"Clang!"

An exceptionally sharp collision echoed.

The enemy truly was an elite force; even if surprised by Jiang Chen’s agility, they quickly reacted, realizing the danger simultaneously. The military knife instinctively parried the incoming dagger.

But he had allies; Boss Jiang wasn’t fighting alone.

Why didn’t he immediately run after landing?

Because behind him were people he "cared about."

"Pff—"

If he could avoid the fatal triangular military dagger, he couldn’t dodge the bullet-fast darts. Distracted by Boss Jiang, the foreigner with his back exposed had his pupils freeze, and after blood kept flowing from the back of his head and as he stiffly fell to the ground, a dart was deeply embedded in the back of his head.

"Fuck!"

His companion was startled and dared not attack Jiang Chen with full force. He urgently sidestepped and saw Sakura, who was causing them significant trouble, and the target who finally appeared.

"Target spotted!"

He immediately called out loudly to alert his teammates.

"Swish!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen thrust with his dagger. The opponent dodged, and Jiang Chen switched from stabbing to slashing, "Rip," tearing the fabric.

"Clang!"

Another dart fell.

He didn’t counterattack because his companion’s bloody lesson reminded this foreigner that the greatest threat came from that Japanese Ninja. His judgment was correct; without the distraction, he might have already fallen under that deadly dart, unable to escape this Death’s kiss.

An ace elite is indeed different.

Even at this critical moment, he managed to block Sakura’s dart.

Frighteningly strong.

Jiang Chen didn’t idle; while his opponent was besieged front and back, he relentlessly pursued without moral conduct. But life-and-death combat isn’t a boxing ring; it doesn’t require moral conduct.

Because Sakura diverted a lot of energy, this foreigner seemed helpless under Boss Jiang’s fierce wild assault, and after a few rounds of resistance, he couldn’t escape the assassin’s fate, pierced in the abdomen with one strike.

The military dagger protruded through the body.

The scene was thrilling and terrifying.

Had no time to be proud.

Because these two foreigners had completed their mission before dying, alerting their remaining teammates. At this point, those wolf-like eyes were focused on Fujiwara Reiki.

"Swish!"

Jiang Chen pulled out the dagger, blood staining his collar. He shouted at Fujiwara Reiki: "Run!"

Fujiwara Reiki immediately started running without a hint of weakness in her legs, ignoring the vicious gazes around her, her eyes seemingly only on Jiang Chen.

What kind of rush is this?

"Catch her!"

No longer entangled in the struggle with the Four Great Kings, the foreigners, like predators drawn to the scent of blood, attempted to intercept. But how could the Four Great Kings let them easily break free?

"Leave it to me!"

Not death warriors, but more like death warriors, the Four Great Kings, drenched in sweat and heavy breathing, ignored the massive physical exhaustion, fully blocking the opponents’ path with a fearless posture, provoking the foreigners’ fury, making the battle even more intense.

"Stab!"

Ultimately, they were still outnumbered. Purple Shirt Dragon King’s shoulder was pierced by a sharp blade. This man, comparable to a Korean drama oppa, remained unfazed, with a fierce gaze, exchanging injury for life, also stabbing his knife into the opponent’s abdomen.

The foreigner widened his eyes with hatred as he fell.

Pulled from his shoulder, the Purple Shirt Dragon King, fueled by adrenaline, continued the fight.

You are correct.

With Sakura's proficiency as a human sniper and the Four Great Kings' desperate struggle, these foreign invaders were indeed unable to halt Jiang Chen and his companions' breakout. While casualties mounted, the dire predicament was that Jiang Chen and his allies faced a significantly larger enemy force than just a dozen or twenty individuals tonight.

"Jiang Sang!"

Fujiwara Reiki, rushing towards him, suddenly cried out his name.

Jiang Chen felt a shift and abruptly turned his head.

Oh.

The pursuing enemies had not yet arrived, but a new contingent of adversaries breached the entrance once more, effectively sealing their escape route.

Confronted by this bleak panorama, even the inherently optimistic Boss Jiang couldn't help but feel a heavy burden settle upon his heart.

And in that critical moment.

Fujiwara Reiki reached his side, halting her movement. She gazed at the solid "human wall" that was progressively solidifying before them, taking a shallow breath.

"I am with Jiang Sang."

A complete absence of fear.

Not a trace of panic.

Only a resolute and stoic determination to face whatever came, together.

Jiang Chen's lips tightened, and he couldn't resist a sideways glance at her.

At this very instant.

He genuinely found himself admiring her valor.

It was undoubtedly not an act.

No one would risk their own life and well-being for mere pretense.

Therefore.

That simple declaration, "I am with you," held more weight and was more endearing than any of her prior sweet nothings.

"Who exactly is with whom?"

Jiang Chen's remark disrupted the tender atmosphere.

"Jiang Sang, do you have any regrets?"

Regrets?

Jiang Chen offered no reply.

For he understood with clarity that life does not permit rewinding, and thus, he never lingered on choices already made.

"Are you truly not afraid?"

He harbored a genuine curiosity.

"If Li Ji were alone here, she might feel a twinge of fear."

She actually let out a laugh.

Even at such a critical juncture, she could still find amusement!

"But with Jiang Chen beside her, Li Ji has no reason to be afraid."

Turning her head, her eyes held a calm and unprecedented sincerity. "Jiang Sang, have you never contemplated this possibility? Everyone must eventually confront their mortality. Li Ji began pondering this very concept at a remarkably young age. Back then, Li Ji believed that facing death held no great significance."

The enemy forces continued to pour through the doorway without pause.

The sound of approaching footsteps from behind grew increasingly pronounced.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"It is only now that Li Ji finds herself unwilling to embrace death."

This captivating beauty, possessing an allure seemingly crafted to ensnare men, displayed a subtle hint of regret upon her face.

"It would have been far better had I met Jiang Sang sooner."

In that moment, Jiang Chen experienced a sudden realization.

This unpredictable enchantress might, in truth, have developed genuine affection for him.

The sensation was peculiar.

Yet, it felt undeniably real.

"Does Jiang Sang not also feel that the time spent with Li Ji has been far too brief?"

A regret for meeting too late.

A regret for understanding love's true meaning too late.

Fujiwara Reiki inexplicably reached for her abdomen, her alluring lips pressing together slightly, as if on the verge of speaking but ultimately holding back.

However, Jiang Chen had already turned away, causing him to miss this subtle gesture entirely.

This was not a scene from a film.

This was not the opportune moment for romance.

Despite the dire and grim circumstances, his inherent nature was to never relinquish hope.

"Get behind me."

He tightened his grip on the formidable triangular combat knife, crimson blood still tracing its path along the sharpened groove.

Fujiwara Reiki offered a breathtaking smile, her beauty amplified exponentially in that moment, seemingly captivating the very world!

Even if Daji were alive, she could not surpass this captivating sight!

"Jiang Sang, please just ensure your own safety."

Fujiwara Reiki stooped slightly, casually retrieving a piece of weaponry that had fallen from a slain adversary. Her slender, jade-like fingers meticulously wiped away the dust from the combat knife.

Jiang Chen cast a glance, his thoughts drifting momentarily.

Fujiwara Reiki's lips curved into a dangerous, almost bloodthirsty smile.

"In actuality, Li Ji is also a Death Warrior."