I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2190 - 1400: Damn!

There’s an old saying in the martial arts world.

No fierce dragon crosses the river easily.

But there’s also another saying.

—A strong dragon cannot suppress a local serpent.

Moreover, Zhong Xiaoye is not a dragon. Damn it, he’s a bird.

Not long after arriving, he got a taste of how deep the waters run in Kyoto.

Unlike a dragon, no matter how deep the water is, a dragon can tread it easily, but a bird and water are fundamentally opposed.

Moreover.

A few minutes passed, the guest Young Master Gong was nowhere to be found, having left without a trace. Even if Zhong Xiaoye were a fool, he would still sense something fishy.

It couldn’t really be a gas leak at home.

"Don’t you have doctors here? Get someone to check him out."

Youmao eventually noticed the victim lying on the ground and called to the security personnel.

"Being on the ground, be careful not to catch a chill."

The slight relief of pain made Little Brother Xiao’s face flush with anger, and his chest tightened, almost causing him to cough up blood.

If you often walk by the river, your shoes will eventually get wet.

Those who bully others are bound to be bullied themselves.

"Leave a name behind."

Relying on the police for everything is for children. Besides, there’s a central agency right across the street; for a small matter, there’s no need to waste public resources.

"Hu Die."

Youmao answered without hesitation, honest and upfront.

The silent Hu Die turned her head to glance at her. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Youmao didn’t care.

She was here to mediate, and she wasn’t the one who did the hitting.

Silly.

You definitely shouldn’t give your own name.

According to the routine of TV dramas or brainless novels, next would be the villain’s chance to show off, despite being forced by the situation, still acting all high and mighty, dropping a line like: The green hills remain, and rivers keep flowing. But Youmao wasn’t playing along.

"Hu of the erhu, Die of the butterfly, got it memorized?"

Hu Die: "..."

Zhong Xiaoye: "..."

Too much bullying.

This is simply too much!!!

If it were an ordinary civilian, they might just grit their teeth and fight back against them; those without shoes do not fear those with them. Even if lives have degrees of nobility, the righteous anger of a commoner can still draw blood. But the crucial thing is, Zhong Xiaoye isn’t a commoner.

Ignorance is fearless.

This isn’t just an empty phrase.

People are often the bravest in their childhood.

Besides, the warning from Little Brother Xiao is already clear and vivid.

Stepping back a million steps, even if he did risk everything to fight, it’d just be asking for trouble.

Hu Die.

Zhong Xiaoye clenched his fist, nodded silently, indicating he remembered, even the chance to make a harsh comeback was taken away.

"Let’s go, it’s time to eat."

Youmao beckoned.

Hu Die followed silently.

The mighty king of the Haojiang lounge and a significant figure in the international gambling industry was just left hanging on the first floor.

Nine-headed Bird?

To the great ones up high, it’s nothing more than a quail fit only for a side dish, not even worthy of the main seat.

On the way up, Youmao didn’t engage Hu Die in conversation, as she was like this, Hu Die wasn’t the outgoing type either.

Fortunately, today both could be counted as guests.

"Nothing much, just some extortionists."

Upon entering, Youmao casually explained the situation.

If Little Brother Xiao heard this, he’d probably spit out blood for real.

Is there no justice?

Are there no laws?

How come it’s not that the floor of the Kyoto Hotel was too slippery and he fell?

Following Youmao, Hu Die entered the private room. Although a seat was prepared for her, she only stood and did not sit down.

Jiang Chen didn’t ask about the specifics, as the rights and wrongs, are they important?

The important part is the stance.

Still influenced by Song Chaoge.

No need to be told, shortly after Youmao and Hu Die returned, the waiter began serving the dishes.

Clearly.

Boss Jiang, although not on the scene, seemed to know that it wouldn’t take long and wouldn’t cause much trouble.

What is this?

This is the art of winning a hundred miles away with a plan in mind.

"Sit."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

"No need."

Hu Die shook her head.

Sitting alone in the private room for a while, Jiang Chen roughly guessed the mindset of this butterfly fluttering in the dark.

Whatever the reason, in normal circumstances, she certainly wouldn’t openly cause trouble at a place like the Kyoto Hotel.

It has nothing to do with the Nine-headed Bird, who came unknown to Kyoto. Today’s little episode’s main reason should probably be attributed to the seemingly irrelevant Young Master Song.

He can decisively and without attachment abandon or discard this tool.

But what would the tool itself think?

"You guys chat, don’t mind me."

Youmao declared, picking up chopsticks, but hardly looked like she was focused on eating or drinking, her expression lively, clearly intending to watch the show.

Jiang Chen indeed didn’t mind her presence, looking at the standing Hu Die, he spoke as if no one else was present: "Young Master Song has explained it to you, right?"

Bringing up the worst topics.

Even discussing the previous conflict would be better.

Truly lacking in social grace.

"Mm."

Hu Die’s eyes were calm, even silent, like an exquisite doll.

"What are your thoughts?"

"Not important."

"If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t have been sent here."

Though Boss Jiang is a gentleman, he doesn’t indulge or cater to any woman. In this complicated love triangle, he is not the protagonist but merely carrying out entrusted duties.

Without trust, nothing stands.

Once you promise someone, you must take action.

As for the outcome, that’s another story.

"You have roughly two choices now, one is to go abroad and fly far away."

Hu Die remained silent.

The second choice didn’t need saying; she surely knew.

"Young Master Fang entrusted me to take care of you. I can assure you, if you choose to go abroad, your past will be irrelevant to you, and no one will bother you."

Youmao was also just eavesdropping—no, it wasn’t eavesdropping but openly listening, yet she remained quiet without randomly interrupting.