Chapter 2347: Chapter 1491: Makes Sense (Qidian 100,000 Bookmarks, Another Milestone Achieved!)

Anyone who has watched Animal World knows.

When a pack of wolves sets out, they usually move in groups and work in an orderly division of labor.

It’s just like a certain piece of text.

A butcher returns home late, the meat in his carrying pole is sold out, leaving only bones. On his way encounters two wolves, trailing him from afar. The butcher fears and throws them bones. One wolf stops for the bones, the other continues following. Throw it again, the following wolf stops while the front wolf approaches. The bones are gone, yet the two wolves run side by side as before.

The butcher is in great distress, fearing attacks from both front and back. Looking around, he sees a wheat field, where the field owner piles straw, forming a hill. The butcher then runs and leans against it, releasing the pole while holding a knife. The wolves dare not approach, eyeing each other fiercely.

After a while, one wolf walks away, while the other dog sits in front. After a long time, its eyes seem closed, its mind at ease. The butcher swiftly rises and cuts off the wolf’s head with his knife, then finishes it with several blows. Just about to leave, he sees another wolf through the straw pile, its intent to tunnel in for a rear attack. Its body partially entered, exposing only its rump and tail. The butcher attacks it from behind, severing its hamstring, killing it too. Suddenly realizing the front wolf pretended to sleep to lure the enemy...

Translated into colloquial language, it’s about a butcher returning home in the evening with only bones left in his basket, encountering two wolves that followed him for a long distance —

Can’t be translated anymore.

Translating further is just padding the word count.

In short, the cunning of wolves is not inferior to humans.

No wonder the foreigner "blocking the door" is not in a hurry.

Now it’s good.

Trapped like a turtle in a jar, no escape.

Scaling walls is not Boss Jiang’s exclusive skill, not even considered a skill.

A three-meter-high wall is like nothing to a well-trained, well-equipped special forces team.

It’s as if you can hear the thumping sound of footsteps landing.

Imminent.

Urgent. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Sakura, protect her!"

No time to hesitate. Once encircled, we’ll be completely passive, and the situation will become more dangerous, so the only option is to break through with bloodshed before the enemy forms a siege.

Jiang Chen reaches out.

The Four Great Kings exchange glances, then the Green Wing Bat King tosses over a picked-up Triangular Military Dagger.

This thing is much wilder than a watermelon knife; once hit, blood will continually flow down the grooves, resulting in either death or injury.

"How are you guys?"

Despite being a person of noble status, Jiang Chen demonstrates his manly courage at this critical moment, his increasingly mature face devoid of fear, exuding only a heroic masculinity.

"No problem!"

Possibly influenced by him, the blood-stained Four Great Kings all respond with carefree smiles.

A timid soldier and a timid army.

The more difficult the situation, the more the leader needs to show charisma!

"Mr. Jiang, rest assured and charge, we’ll follow you!"

The White Eyebrow Eagle King wipes a new wound on his right cheek; the cut isn’t deep, only grazed by the enemy’s sharp blade, though had it extended another inch, it would have reached the corner of his eye, and the bleeding makes it look quite ghastly.

"Survive and there will be rewards for all!"

Jiang Chen grips the Triangular Military Dagger tightly, his eyes intently focused on the direction of the gate.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

The Four Great Kings respond generously, their blood boiling, despite facing a life-and-death ordeal, an inexplicable excitement bubbles up.

Facing death with equanimity!

Fujiwara Reiki silently watches, her eyes involuntarily flickering.

What truly embodies a man’s charm?

It seems there have been many moments tonight.

She’s somewhat moved again.

"Are you ready?"

Jiang Chen turns back, not looking at Fujiwara Reiki, who is a burden; he looks at Sakura, who had once "been honest" with him.

Sakura seems to be affected as well.

For a Death Warrior like her, what she admires most isn’t wealth but the most genuine side shown in extreme situations.

She seems to understand a bit.

The choice of the lady.

Sakura silently nods.

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

No sweet words.

Eyes meet.

Only three words.

"Stay close to me."

"Jiang Sang..."

Fujiwara Reiki murmurs.

Unfortunately, someone doesn’t understand the sentiment and has already turned away, taking a deep breath, "Go!"

In a wedge formation, the Four Great Kings surround Jiang Chen, stepping forward without hesitation.

"Lady."

Sakura reminds.

"Is this what it feels like to be protected?"

Fujiwara Reiki smiles slightly, watching the fearless back charging ahead, though her performance can’t be appreciated by the other party at this moment, her enchanting face shows an unprecedented tenderness.

"Sakura, I suddenly don’t want to return to Japan."

Sakura’s heart skips, suddenly looking at Fujiwara Reiki.

Not returning to Japan is tantamount to abandoning everything owned?

Fujiwara Reiki smiles.

"Let’s go."

She takes a step.

Fearless and undaunted.

A woman can be flirtatious, but should not be just flirtatious!

Flirtation is just a drug, effective for a limited time, what truly captivates someone is the spiritual core.

The injuries of the Four Great Kings were not in vain.

There are more corpses in the front yard.

Meaning,

The enemies they face number more than a dozen.

When Jiang Chen and the others abandoned their advantageous position to actively charge out, the foreigners guarding the door were visibly caught off guard.

But the determined Jiang Chen won’t waste time.

"Kill them."

Appearing confident and forceful!

Before the words fell, the Four Great Kings had already drawn their blades, striking the surroundings.

This is not a drill.

A slight mistake, and it’s light—limbs severed, heavy—death on the spot. Fortunately, Jiang Chen is considered quite a fighter among entrepreneurs.

"Huff huff huff—"

With the sound of fierce wind-breaking, a military knife sweeps across, reflecting cold flashes, Jiang Chen’s eyes narrow, calmly responding, swinging the dagger with one hand.

"Clang!"

A piercing crash mixed with the violent impact of metal forming firelight, the military knife falls to the ground, Jiang Chen ignores the pain in his wrist, steps firmly, with clear intent, directly charging towards the gate.