CHAPTER 1455: 982 YOU KNOW QUITE A FEW PEOPLE.

Half a bottle of mineral water was finished, and Jiang Chen let out a satisfying breath.

This is what they call finding a way out when at the end of the road, a village emerges at the bend of a river.

As a man, you have to strategize.

"Yan Guangyi."

In the million-dollar business car, the suit-wearing man who saved the day turned around and introduced himself.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen naturally didn’t know this person, but the direction the plot was taking was entirely within his expectation.

Without a certain degree of confidence, how could he so boldly order the Taoist nun sister to step back? Otherwise, if the Tokyo police had handcuffed him and taken him away, the hero would have become a coward.

Upon hearing the police sirens and realizing the situation was not good, he discreetly reached into his pocket and sent out a message.

The content of the message was simple.

A universally understood word.

SOS.

No matter the skin color or race, anyone could understand it.

A location was also attached.

In The Jianghu, adaptability is key.

If you can’t handle it alone, call for help.

Even elementary school students know this principle.

"Mr. Jiang, what caused the conflict with them?"

Clearly, the significantly concerned Yan Guangyi asked.

Jiang Chen roughly narrated the event, "Is this ban on People of Shenzhou a common occurrence in Tokyo?"

Yan Guangyi did not answer directly, "Some Dongying people indeed hold hostility towards Shenzhou."

Jiang Chen nodded, indicating understanding.

Logically speaking.

The Dongying people should hate the Americans the most; it was the Americans who dropped two big toys, completely shattering their last illusion of the Great Dongying Empire and leaving an unhealable scar, yet they seem to have forgotten all about it, instead, recognizing a thief as their father.

There are some things in this world that simply make no sense.

"How about we take you both to get something to eat first?"

"No need, let’s eat at the hotel later."

The physical fatigue is secondary; Boss Jiang mainly feels mentally exhausted.

The business car only stopped when it reached the hotel.

The Peninsula.

For this international luxury chain hotel, Jiang Chen was already familiar; the last time he visited Gangcheng, he also stayed at The Peninsula.

"Mr. Jiang, your room key."

The room was already prepared,

Jiang Chen didn’t stand on ceremony, bringing the Taoist nun sister upstairs into an executive suite with a great view overlooking the Japan Palace.

"Want to take a shower first?"

Jiang Chen looked at the Taoist nun sister, but didn’t get a response.

It makes sense.

He had worked up a sweat, but she hadn’t.

"Order some food, they should have everything here. I’ll shower first."

Having said that, Jiang Chen entered the bedroom.

A hot shower after intense activity is indeed a wonderful thing, and when he came out in a bathrobe, the meal had already been delivered.

"Why didn’t you start eating first?"

Looking at the young Taoist nun who seemed to be waiting for him, Jiang Chen smiled while towel-drying his hair.

Resisting the temptation of food for a foodie is not easy.

"If you’re hungry, just eat. We’re not strangers, no need to be so polite."

Boss Jiang said casually, drying his hair while approaching the dining table.

After a busy half day, the two finally sat down for a delayed dinner—or rather, supper.

A lone man and woman, with the man still in a bathrobe, crucially slightly open at the chest, revealing a hint of chest muscle; not intentionally, just the design of the robe which couldn’t close fully.

If it were someone else, there might have been a hint of fragrance in the air, but for these two, there was not the slightest awkwardness, as if they didn’t mind at all.

Tanki Liuli had a resolute dao spirit or pure heart.

As for Boss Jiang...

It was purely for convenience.

Having ulterior motives?

Think more innocently.

Not every man thinks with his lower half, and even if he does, it depends on the person.

The Taoist nun sister’s prowess—just now, three Japanese guys demonstrated it physically. With such a lady knight, it’s best to maintain respect; even if Boss Jiang admires her skills, he absolutely wouldn’t want to practice the Sunflower Manual.

The Taoist nun returned to being the taciturn, silent Taoist, eating quietly, as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

After being together for a long time, it seemed they had developed a tacit understanding; such a big disaster—or rather, trouble—just dissipated like smoke, and Tanki Liuli seemed not the least bit curious.

If it were a show-off, being unable to brag might be tough, but fortunately, Boss Jiang was not one to flaunt.

"The Japan Palace is right next door, shall we take a look tomorrow?"

What does it mean to be bold with great skill?

It’s like he just had to mention the taboo topic.

He had only recently caused a commotion at a shop, and now he was in the mood to talk about the palace.

The chase by police cars not long ago was child’s play; if any shenanigans happened in the palace, it might activate a full-star pursuit and bring a real-life version of "Grand Theft Auto."

"I’ve been to the Forbidden City."

Tanki Liuli didn’t look up, but her words left Jiang Chen both amused and annoyed.

The art of the Taoist nun sister’s language was becoming increasingly refined.

Compared to the Forbidden City, the Japan Palace was indeed not worth mentioning, so skipping it was fine.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The doorbell rang.

Jiang Chen wiped his mouth with a napkin, then got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

"So sexy."

The woman outside looked at his open chest.

Jiang Chen bashfully pulled his robe tighter and let her in.

"I thought you wouldn’t come today."

"If not for Taoist Duanmu, I certainly wouldn’t have."

The woman gave no face to Boss Jiang but was courteous with a smile to Tanki Liuli at the dining table, offering a polite greeting.

"Having a meal at this hour? Taoist Duanmu must have suffered following you around."