Jiang Chen and his companions weren’t invited for a tea chat. With Fujiwara Reiki’s esteemed admiration for Shen Zhou’s culture, how could her residence lack tea supplies?

Just joking.

However, Jiang Chen and the others indeed weren’t taken away for questioning. Cooperation is granted, but the location remains in the very courtyard where the bloody clash took place.

It’s the dead of night.

Proximity principle to save time, you know.

Jiang Chen and the others are victims, not perpetrators. Well, to be precise, Boss Jiang acted bravely for a just cause; he should at least get a Good Citizen Award.

Oh.

There’s a problem.

He isn’t registered in Kyoto.

Though the whole incident spanned merely twenty minutes, the inquiry dragged on for nearly two hours before wrapping up.

Jiang Chen recounted the events thoroughly, restoring the whole process as it happened. Of course, he skipped over some details prior to tonight, attributing his timely arrival entirely to receiving Fujiwara Reiki’s SOS call.

"Mr. Jiang, rest assured, Miss Fujiwara’s personal safety will be entirely our responsibility from now on,"

said Luo Wenzhou from the special department, guiding him to the courtyard.

"Thank you for your efforts."

"Mr. Jiang, have a good rest once you get back."

Knowing that Jiang Chen was mentally drained tonight, Luo Wenzhou didn’t waste any time.

The two parted ways.

Jiang Chen made his way to the exit.

Two hours had passed, and the bodies had all been removed, but the cleanup was ongoing. Erasing the traces of blood splattered everywhere was quite the undertaking.

The Alphard was wrecked, definitely unmaneuverable, but no worries, they thoughtfully arranged for a dedicated car to escort him.

It’s not against protocol.

True, Comrade Jiang Chen is a civilian, but had it not been for him today, any harm befalling Fujiwara Reiki would have sparked a grave international incident with unimaginable consequences.

Besides, it was merely a plain, modest sedan.

The driver was a young man in his early twenties, crew-cut hair, very competent, very silent, straight-spined and focused while driving, not uttering a word.

Now that’s quality.

Jiang Chen reclined in the back seat, took out his phone, noting it was nearing 1 AM, and the signal had already returned.

Considering, he should have been quite exhausted tonight, yet he didn’t close his eyes to rest. Amidst the light and shadow reversing outside the car window, he dialed an international call.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

On the other end was Xu Kuan, stationed in Korea. Whether genuinely awake or feigning alertness, his voice sounded vibrant.

"Mr. Jiang, calling at such a late hour is because...?"

He then lowered his voice, quietly inquiring.

Korea is next door; there’s little time difference with Shen Zhou.

"Does Ah Hai have any family?"

Jiang Chen asked unemotionally,

He wasn’t aware of Purple Shirt Dragon King’s real name; he only heard of Ah Hai recently.

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

Xu Kuan quickly replied, "He has a younger brother in eighth grade at a middle school we invested in. No parents or relatives; the brothers grew up in an orphanage."

"Take care of his brother’s future life arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Xu Kuan fell silent momentarily, then tentatively asked, "Mr. Jiang, Jiang Dahai, he..."

"He’s dead."

Jiang Chen stated simply.

"Mr. Jiang, what happened?"

Xu Kuan’s tone immediately turned serious. He knew there must be a reason for the boss to call so late. Sensing it from the conversation, he didn’t anticipate it being this severe.

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

"Your men are good."

Jiang Chen didn’t elaborate.

Being keen, Xu Kuan realized that Jiang Dahai and his group were sent to protect Mr. Jiang. Now that some had perished, the matter must be serious. However, since the boss remained silent, as a subordinate, he knew better than to probe further.

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

Xu Kuan’s voice turned grim, sinister.

"It’s not your concern. Just ensure his brother’s well-being."

Pausing briefly, knowing Xu Kuan’s character, Jiang Chen continued, "Let his brother live as an ordinary person without worries."

"Understood."

Xu Kuan assured decisively.

"Rest well."

Jiang Chen hung up and then looked at the driver.

Not worried at all about eavesdropping or leaks. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Because it wasn’t even a secret.

What major boss doesn’t have their own security and logistics team?

"To the hospital."

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

"To the hospital."

Jiang Chen repeated.

The young driver glanced at the rearview mirror and, without another word, changed the route.

Hospital 301.

When Jiang Chen stepped out of the inpatient elevator, three hours had passed since the attack ended.

Purple Shirt Dragon King Jiang Dahai had fallen in battle.

The other three were also injured to varying degrees.

Among them, Green Wing Bat King was the least injured, perhaps due to his superior agility? By the time Jiang Chen arrived, he had already been wheeled out of surgery, lying on the hospital bed. Even with the lightest injuries, he was still wrapped like a mummy, with bandages covering him head to toe.

In contrast, Jiang Chen,

It wasn’t because he was particularly skilled in martial arts. A significant part was thanks to Fujiwara Reiki’s influence.

Indeed.

Though he went to rescue, had it not been for her, he probably wouldn’t be hopping around now.

The foreigners clearly intended to capture them alive, so they’d naturally hold back, and being with Fujiwara Reiki all the time, he received "protection" and coupled with Sakura’s "guarding."

"Mr. Jiang."

Having endured such a fierce battle and undergone surgery, surprisingly, he wasn’t asleep. Struggling to get up was out of the question; if he tried, it would be pure acting. Even with energy, the anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off.

Seeing Jiang Chen come in, Green Wing Bat King was visibly startled, incredulous, but soon overwhelmed with emotion.