I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2354 - 1494: Cold War

It wasn't really a casual tea invitation for Jiang Chen and his associates. Given Fujiwara Reiki's profound appreciation for Shen Zhou's cultural heritage, it would be strange if her residence didn't have tea.

Just kidding, of course.

Nevertheless, Jiang Chen and the others weren't taken for interrogation. While cooperation was provided, the location for this discussion remained the very courtyard where the intense fight had just occurred.

The hour was deep into the night.

Proximity principle—it saves time, you understand.

Jiang Chen and his group were the victims, not the aggressors. To be exact, Boss Jiang acted heroically for a righteous cause; he ought to receive a commendation for good citizenship, at the very least.

Ah.

There's a snag.

He's not officially registered in Kyoto.

Even though the entire ordeal spanned a mere twenty minutes, the subsequent investigation stretched for close to two hours before concluding.

Jiang Chen provided a comprehensive account of the events, reconstructing the entire sequence as it unfolded. Naturally, he omitted certain prior details from the evening, attributing his timely arrival solely to receiving Fujiwara Reiki's urgent distress signal.

"Mr. Jiang, please be assured that Miss Fujiwara's personal safety will be completely our responsibility going forward,"

stated Luo Wenzhou of the special department, escorting him back towards the courtyard.

"Thank you for your assistance."

"Mr. Jiang, I hope you can get some good rest once you return home."

Understanding Jiang Chen's mental exhaustion from the night's events, Luo Wenzhou didn't prolong the interaction.

The two parted ways.

Jiang Chen proceeded toward the exit.

Two hours had elapsed, and all the bodies had been cleared, yet the cleanup operations were still underway. Removing the lingering traces of blood spattered across the area was a significant task.

The Alphard was thoroughly damaged, certainly inoperable, but thankfully, they had thoughtfully arranged for a dedicated car to ensure his safe departure.

This wasn't a deviation from standard procedure.

Indeed, Comrade Jiang Chen was a civilian, but had it not been for his intervention tonight, any harm that might have befallen Fujiwara Reiki would have ignited a severe international crisis with unfathomable repercussions.

Moreover, it was merely a standard, unremarkable sedan.

The driver was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with a neat crew cut. He exuded competence and silence, maintaining a straight posture and focused gaze while driving, not uttering a single word.

Now that's professional quality.

Jiang Chen leaned back in the rear seat, retrieved his phone, noting the time was approaching 1 AM, and his phone signal had already been restored.

Considering his state, he should have been thoroughly fatigued after tonight, yet he made no move to close his eyes for rest. Amidst the rhythmic interplay of light and shadow outside the car window, he placed an international call.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

On the other end was Xu Kuan, who was stationed in Korea. Whether genuinely awake or merely pretending, his voice carried a vibrant energy.

"Mr. Jiang, may I ask why you're calling so late...?"

He then lowered his voice, inquiring softly.

Korea is nearby; the time difference with Shen Zhou is minimal.

"Does Ah Hai have any remaining family?"

Jiang Chen inquired, his tone devoid of emotion.

He was unaware of the Purple Shirt Dragon King's actual name; he had only recently heard him referred to as Ah Hai.

"Mr. Jiang, do you perhaps mean Jiang Dahai?"

Xu Kuan responded swiftly, "He has a younger brother who is currently in the eighth grade at a middle school we've invested in. There are no other parents or relatives; the brothers were raised in an orphanage."

"See to his brother's future life arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Xu Kuan fell silent for a moment before tentatively asking, "Mr. Jiang, Jiang Dahai, he..."

"He is deceased."

Jiang Chen stated this fact plainly.

"Mr. Jiang, what transpired?"

Xu Kuan's tone instantly shifted to one of grave concern. He understood that there must be a reason for the boss's late-night call. Sensing the gravity from their conversation, he hadn't anticipated it being this severe.

Jiang Dahai and his subordinates were dispatched to Shen Zhou not too long ago.

"Your men performed admirably."

Jiang Chen offered no further explanation.

Being perceptive, Xu Kuan inferred that Jiang Dahai's group had been sent to ensure Mr. Jiang's protection. With some now deceased, the situation must be critical. However, since his superior remained tight-lipped, he knew as a subordinate that delving deeper would be inappropriate.

"What do you require us to do, Mr. Jiang?"

Xu Kuan's voice took on a grim, almost menacing edge.

"It is not within your purview. Simply ensure the well-being of his brother."

After a brief pause, and knowing Xu Kuan's nature, Jiang Chen added, "Allow his brother to live a worry-free, ordinary life."

"Understood."

Xu Kuan affirmed with firm resolve.

"Get some rest."

Jiang Chen ended the call and then turned his attention to the driver.

He harbored no concerns about eavesdropping or information leaks.

Because it wasn't even a matter of secrecy.

What prominent figure doesn't maintain their own dedicated security and logistical support team?

"To the hospital."

"Mr. Jiang, my instructions were to take you..."

"To the hospital."

Jiang Chen reiterated.

The young driver glanced into the rearview mirror and, without further comment, adjusted the vehicle's course.

Hospital 301.

As Jiang Chen exited the inpatient elevator, precisely three hours had passed since the conclusion of the attack.

The Purple Shirt Dragon King, Jiang Dahai, had met his end in battle.

The remaining three combatants sustained injuries of varying severity.

Remarkably, the Green Wing Bat King bore the lightest wounds, a testament perhaps to his superior agility. By the time Jiang Chen arrived, he had already been discharged from surgery, now resting in a hospital bed. Despite his comparatively minor injuries, he was still swathed in bandages, resembling a mummy from head to toe.

In stark contrast, Jiang Chen...

This was not solely due to his exceptional martial arts prowess. A considerable factor stemmed from the protective influence of Fujiwara Reiki.

Indeed.

Although he had ventured out to the rescue, had it not been for her presence, he likely wouldn't be in such a mobile state right now.

The foreign adversaries clearly aimed to capture them alive, thus exercising restraint in their attacks. Being in close proximity to Fujiwara Reiki at all times, he had benefited from her "protection," further bolstered by Sakura's diligent "guarding."

"Mr. Jiang."

Despite having endured such a fierce confrontation and subsequently undergoing surgery, he was, surprisingly, awake. Attempting to rise was out of the question; such an effort would be pure pretense, as the effects of the anesthesia had not fully dissipated, even with his internal energy.

Upon witnessing Jiang Chen's entrance, the Green Wing Bat King displayed visible shock and disbelief, which soon gave way to an overwhelming surge of emotion.