I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2353 - 1493: Maybe~_2

What truly defines being elite?

It is not about the absence of fear, nor is it about displaying valor in the heat of battle.

The crucial element lies in the decisive execution of orders and the swiftness of one's decisions!

"Retreat!"

Upon discerning the arrival of the police force, the mercenaries promptly disengaged from combat. They assisted their wounded comrades, turned, and fled without the slightest hesitation, scattering like startled birds and beasts!

This action was both reasonable and rational, yet possessed a peculiar absurdity.

They certainly would not choose to head towards the main entrance.

Regardless of their equipment or preparedness, confronting local law enforcement directly is an act typically reserved for terrorists.

Although Jiang Chen had confirmed only a single door provided access to the residence, this detail was inconsequential, as all the mercenaries were adept at scaling walls.

Within mere seconds, the once bustling courtyard was rendered empty and desolate.

Excluding the numerous bodies that now littered the ground.

With the enemies' decisive withdrawal, Lan Peizhi did not attempt to impede them. Her gaze, after sweeping past the Japanese ninja fixated upon her, predictably settled on Jiang Chen, who was bent over, regaining his breath.

The individual who had emerged from peril unscathed uttered no words, merely summoning the strength to silently raise his right hand in a thumbs-up gesture. This conveyed his gratitude, though his complexion did not fully betray the relief typically associated with surviving a life-threatening ordeal.

Bearing witness once again to the other's overwhelming power, the complex emotions he experienced were likely understood only by himself.

Indeed.

A man of imposing stature.

Who found himself needing a woman's intervention to preserve his life.

How could he possibly feel anything but dejected?

While others might perceive her as a benevolent deity.

He had never viewed her as anything divine.

Flashing police lights illuminated the entrance.

Only the piercing wail of the siren had ceased.

Shortly thereafter, a contingent of plainclothes officers, their faces etched with sternness, stormed the premises.

That is correct.

Plainclothes.

They were not clad in official uniforms.

Upon witnessing the grim spectacle within the courtyard, their expressions uniformly darkened further.

"Miss Lan."

The middle-aged man at the forefront of the group offered a greeting to Lan Peizhi.

Jiang Chen's call to the police had failed to connect.

Therefore, it was certain that Lan Peizhi had been the one to summon them.

Indeed.

The era of proving one's manhood through raw courage was long past, and Lan Peizhi was no ordinary ruffian. If she could conserve her strength, why would she not?

Did one not observe that she had exerted minimal effort to halt the adversaries earlier?

Following the initial greeting, the leader, a middle-aged man, silently gestured to his subordinates. More than a dozen plainclothes officers immediately advanced, entering the courtyard to assess the number of casualties and ascertain if any survivors remained.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss Fujiwara, are you both unharmed?"

The leader approached casually, displaying not only familiarity with Lan Peizhi but also an apparent acquaintance with Jiang Chen and his companions.

Just as Jiang Chen managed to stand, the sound of an approaching ambulance could be heard once more from outside.

"We are unharmed, but they require medical attention."

Jiang Chen indicated the Three Grand Kings.

As the enemy retreated, the adrenaline dissipated, and sensations of weakness and pain surged through them. The three exhausted Grand Kings could barely remain standing, using their swords as support to prevent themselves from collapsing.

"Understood."

The medical personnel mobilized, swiftly and cautiously positioning the Three Grand Kings onto stretchers, deliberately disregarding the horrific corpses surrounding them.

While healthcare professionals undoubtedly possess a psychological fortitude far exceeding that of ordinary individuals, even they could not maintain such an outward calm.

This fact alone pointed to one conclusion.

The individuals attending this scene tonight were not affiliated with the conventional medical or law enforcement systems.

"Mr. Jiang, Ah Hai..."

The Golden Lion King, as he was being lifted onto a stretcher, called out hoarsely in Jiang Chen's direction. The other two Kings, also lying on stretchers, displayed beneath their outwardly resolute demeanor a discernible hint of grief they were struggling to suppress.

Jiang Chen offered a nod, stating, "You should all rest now."

The Three Grand Kings were subsequently carried away.

Jiang Chen did not linger in conversation with the unidentified middle-aged man, nor did he approach Lan Peizhi to express his gratitude for saving his life. He discarded the triangular military dagger he held, turned, and proceeded towards the Purple Shirt Dragon King, who lay motionless in a pool of blood.

Fujiwara Reiki made no move to stop him, allowing him to pass, and let out a soft sigh.

Reality does not mirror the narratives of novels or films.

Invincible auras are non-existent.

Furthermore, individuals like the Four Great Kings, whose very purpose involves risking their lives, are even less likely to be the central figures of any story.

The crimson blood had already accumulated into a substantial pool, further soiling the soles of Jiang Chen's shoes as he reached the Purple Shirt Dragon King's side. This elegant, handsome man would not rise again to respectfully address him as Mr. Jiang. Instead, he lay peacefully on the ground, his face marred by blood and dirt, succumbing to countless fatal wounds that continued to exude blood.

And he, even unto his death.

Clutched that dulled blade with unwavering strength.

"He has already departed."

Footfalls echoed, and the middle-aged leader returned to Jiang Chen’s side. He observed the lifeless form on the ground with undisguised directness.

Jiang Chen remained reticent.

Soon, medical personnel arrived. With considerable effort, they removed the ill-fated sword and placed the Purple Shirt Dragon King onto a stretcher.

"My designation is Luo Wenzhou. The events of tonight will likely require inquiry with Mr. Jiang," he stated. A simple name was all that was offered, his position and affiliated units deliberately omitted. No surprises here; it was undoubtedly a special operations division.

Jiang Chen inclined his head, his gaze fixed on the departing body of the Purple Shirt Dragon King. His expression was placid, betraying no discernible emotion.

Luo Wenzhou, not without empathy, acknowledged the other’s current state. "Mr. Jiang may take some time to rest," he offered.

"Thank you."

Luo Wenzhou departed, shifting his focus to overseeing the subsequent arrangements and cleanup operations.

"I express my gratitude to Miss Lan for preserving my life," Fujiwara Reiki conveyed. At that moment, she stepped towards Lan Peizhi, her tone sincere and earnest, yet tinged with a subtle strain of admiration.

She had managed to uphold the prestige of the Great Japanese Empire with such grace. Having narrowly escaped peril, she could still maintain such composure and tranquility.

"My intention was to save him," Lan Peizhi replied.

"..."

Fujiwara Reiki was rendered momentarily speechless. Were all women from Shen Zhou this unyielding? Offering no concessions to men whatsoever.

Without a smile, she simply nodded. "As you say," she conceded. Then, she turned to Sakura. "Retrieve Miss Lan’s sword."

Sakura complied. Shortly thereafter, the wooden sword, akin to a celestial artifact, was returned to its owner. In some inexplicable way, its unique coating had ensured its passage through countless lives without being sullied by a single drop of blood.

"The Fujiwara family shall forever bear in mind Miss Lan’s benevolence today and will undoubtedly repay this kindness in the future," Fujiwara Reiki stated, fulfilling the customary pleasantries.

She observed the woman of exceptional standing and almost otherworldly aura. Without unsheathing her blade once more to vanquish the worldly threat, Lan Peizhi turned silently and departed. She did not even offer a farewell. Such profound freedom.

Having concluded her business, she vanished quietly, her accomplishments and reputation intentionally obscured. Dispersing like a gentle breeze, leaving no trace behind?

Lost in contemplation, Fujiwara Reiki watched her leave, a deep sense of reverence growing within her.

Only when Lan Peizhi’s figure had completely faded from view did she softly inquire, "Sakura, how many exchanges do you believe you could sustain against her?" She did not even pose the question of whether Sakura could emerge victorious. Miss Fujiwara was, as always, a person of unwavering sobriety and practicality.

Sakura remained silent, the traces of astonishment still rippling in her eyes. As a seasoned death warrior, she did not immediately answer her master’s question. Was it a sense of shame for her family and the Japanese Empire? Fujiwara Reiki turned her head, her tone gentle. "It is acceptable, simply speak the truth."

"That would depend on the circumstances," Sakura responded. "In a direct engagement, I might possibly endure for two exchanges."

Two exchanges? Even with prior mental conditioning, Fujiwara Reiki could not help but let out a small laugh. If that were the case, she herself might fare similarly.

"And if it were not a direct confrontation?"

"If caught unawares, without any defensive measures, I would perish instantly."

Perish instantly? Especially when taken by surprise? Why did that sound so absurdly intense?

Sakura certainly was not belittling her opponent; in her capacity as a death warrior, devoid of excessive emotion and certainly lacking a sense of humor, she was merely providing a truthful and straightforward answer to the question posed.

"Sigh..."

Fujiwara Reiki, far from being displeased, emitted a soft sigh. "Her reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Subsequently.

She turned back, her gaze falling upon someone standing in the courtyard. Unaware that his savior had already departed, she pondered his current thoughts.

"What do you imagine such a woman would be like in intimate moments?"

Sakura was utterly taken aback.

A subtle curve graced Fujiwara Reiki’s lips, her capacity for recovery proving astonishing. A playful gleam returned to her eyes, and her smile, once more, exuded an irresistible allure.

"Do not elevate her too highly in your esteem. Regardless of her formidable capabilities, she remains human. Who can say, perhaps you might have once shared the same man with her."