Subsequently, Fujii Katsuyoshi and others immediately descended the mountain.

Liu Dagu, the fatty, fell into gloom again. Before he could recover from the previous upset, the others were already heading down the mountain. Wasn't this just treating him like a monkey to play with? But there was no helping it—who would argue with the wealthy? The rich are masters, the poor are like grandchildren. If he could secure this investment, his achievements would certainly be remarkable, which would be good for claiming credit with the organization.

All the way down the mountain, Tang Yumeng and Xiao Xue were quite exhausted. Although Lin Chuan supported them all along, there were still numerous scrapes on their legs.

After returning to the hotel, Fujii Katsuyoshi took that metal box back to his room. Two brawny men were placed at the door, and all the others went into their rooms, with no one knowing what they were doing inside. Of course, they didn't care either.

Lin Chuan assisted Tang Yumeng into her room.

"Sis, look at your wounds; they're terrible," Lin Chuan said with distress, noticing three lacerations, one of which was a full five centimeters long, with blood already clotting at the wound. He hurriedly added, "Quick, take off these stockings, so I can apply medicine."

"Never mind, I'll do it myself," Tang Yumeng said with a smile.

"You're so tired today, let me do it," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Seeing this, Xiao Xue quickly interjected, "I... I'll go into the room."

After saying that, she scurried off to her room. Lin Chuan and Tang Yumeng then sat in the living room. Seeing Xiao Xue retreat to her room, Tang Yumeng unreservedly took off her black silk stockings, which were quite badly torn at the injured spots.

After taking them off, her slender jade legs seemed even more alluring, stirring up restless thoughts in one's heart.

Lin Chuan suppressed the nefarious thoughts in his mind and hurriedly used alcohol to disinfect Tang Yumeng's wounds. Despite the pain, Tang Yumeng didn't cry out.

After she was treated, Tang Yumeng said, "Go and help Xiao Xue, her leg injuries are worse than mine."

"Hmm," Lin Chuan nodded.

Then, Lin Chuan stood up and knocked on the door.

Xiao Xue opened the door, timidly asking, "What... what do you want?"

Lin Chuan barged straight in, then closed the door and locked it.

"What... what are you doing!" Xiao Xue panicked. Lin Chuan was known for his misbehavior; he even dared to mess with Secretary Tang, so who wouldn't he dare to mess with? Xiao Xue stepped back in alarm and said awkwardly, "Lin Chuan, don't... don't do anything foolish."

"How could I do anything foolish?" Lin Chuan grinned and said, "I'm here to help you."

"What... what help, I don't... I don't need your help," Xiao Xue said, panic-stricken.

"Quick, take off the stockings." As he spoke, Lin Chuan had an evil look on his face.

"You... you're crazy!" Terrified, Xiao Xue backed away, accidently falling against the head of the bed, which made her even more frantic. She shouted, "Secretary Tang is right outside, don't... don't mess around, how could you live with yourself after that?"

"I'm just here to disinfect your wounds, do you need to be so tense?" Lin Chuan said with a grin.

"You!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Xue instantly relaxed. She swallowed nervously and said, "I... I can do it myself, I don't need your help."

"You'd have difficulty with that," Lin Chuan said with a smile. "Besides, Secretary Tang is right outside, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Xue thought about it and realized she might be too nervous. How could Lin Chuan possibly misbehave with her? Biting her red lips, Xiao Xue said, "You really won't do anything improper?"

"Rest assured," Lin Chuan smiled and replied, "My character is guaranteed."

"As if," Xiao Xue muttered under her breath, but still obediently sat down on the edge of the bed. She then avoided Lin Chuan's gaze and took off her stockings. Much like pants, a woman's stockings are worn all the way up to the waist, and underneath, most women only wear underwear. Therefore, taking off stockings runs the risk of exposure, necessitating avoidance of the other person's gaze.

Having taken off the stockings, which were almost beyond wearing again, she threw them into the nearby trash bin.

Lin Chuan moved closer and said, "The alcohol might sting when it touches your wound. Try to bear with it, don't cry out."

"Okay," Xiao Xue said, a bit nervous, "But, you know, I'm just naturally afraid of pain. Even injections scare me."

"Don't be afraid," Lin Chuan comforted her, "It's nothing more than a mosquito bite."

Xiao Xue trembled as Lin Chuan knelt down in front of her. The view under her black short skirt inadvertently revealed itself, showing two smooth and round legs and the white panties covering a girl's secretive area. Lin Chuan quickly averted his eyes, fearing he would act like a beast, and silently admonished himself, "See no evil, hear no evil."

Lin Chuan took a cotton swab dipped in alcohol and gently rubbed it on her leg wound.

As soon as he touched it, Xiao Xue instinctively kicked out. Lin Chuan was sent flying by her reflexive kick.

"Ouch..." Lin Chuan cried out in pain instantly.

"Lin Chuan, are you... are you alright?" Xiao Xue helped Lin Chuan up in a panic, saying, "I... I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"Don't you think you overreacted?" Lin Chuan said with a wry smile.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Xiao Xue apologized repeatedly three times.

Having no choice, Lin Chuan pressed his hand against her thigh to apply medicine. There's no denying that feeling Xiao Xue's leg was quite an experience, smooth and slippery as if touching a piece of warm jade, extremely comfortable with a lot of elasticity. Most importantly, the glimpse of springtime hidden beneath her short skirt was already imprinted in his sight.

After treating five or six wounds, Lin Chuan decisively withdrew, fearing he would be irresistibly attracted by the feminine pheromones she emitted and unable to extricate himself.

"All done?" Tang Yumeng asked with a smile.

"Mhm." Lin Chuan nodded.

At this moment, Tang Yumeng asked with a smile, "Lin Chuan, what kind of conspiracy do you think Fujii Katsuyoshi is up to? Why do I always feel that his purpose for coming here is not so simple?"

"It's never been simple." Lin Chuan said with scornful laughter, "There are many places worth investing in more than Wujiang, so why would they invest here? Is it really just for sentiment? That seems unlikely, doesn't it?"

"What if it's for his grandfather's relics?" Tang Yumeng pressed.

"I hardly believe that a colonel's commanding knife and a few broken medals are worth that much money." Lin Chuan said disdainfully, "Unless the Japanese are truly that noble in sentiment, willing to spend billions in development here to retrieve those items."

"I think so too!" Tang Yumeng nodded, saying, "Merchants will be merchants, cunning as ever."

"Of course, we cannot exclude the possibility that they indeed have such sentiment." Lin Chuan suddenly said with a laugh, "After all, they are from a military family, and sometimes, a soldier's sentiment cannot be measured in value. But, since he's a businessman, he should weigh the pros and cons and not act recklessly."

"I agree." Tang Yumeng sighed and said, "I've always known this investment wouldn't be so straightforward, but it turned out to be more complicated than I imagined. I thought they would put forward some harsh conditions, but never expected it would involve these things, which is quite troubling."

"Indeed, in an era when nationalists are as common as hairs on an ox, one careless move can easily get one labeled as a traitor." Lin Chuan chuckled, "So, we must be vigilant and careful. Besides, their true motives might not be so straightforward."

"Mhm." Tang Yumeng nodded, saying, "I'm indeed quite exhausted today."

"Then you should rest up. Dinner is in half an hour." Lin Chuan said with a smile, "I'll go out for a stroll."

"Okay." Tang Yumeng nodded.

Lin Chuan left the hotel while Tang Yumeng lay on the couch to take a nap.

Outside the hotel, Luo Guoqing and others were sparring with a few Japanese bodyguards. It looked less like a friendly sparring session and more like a concealed contest of strength. The Japanese were all fierce and brawny, appearing very formidable. Among them, one had a rough face covered in horizontal scars, wearing dark sunglasses, and stood roughly one meter ninety tall, making Lin Chuan, who was one meter eighty, feel a whole half head shorter. Lin Chuan curiously walked over.

"Chuanzi, you're here?" Luo Guoqing said excitedly, "Damn it, these little Japanese are too bullying."

"What happened?" Lin Chuan approached with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Just sparring." Luo Guoqing cursed, "They said we're no match for them, and they're forcing us to call ourselves the 'Sick Men of East Asia'."

"There's such a thing?" Lin Chuan said in surprise, "Then why are you enduring it? Beat them up!"

"Can't beat them." Luo Guoqing said embarrassingly, "Damn it, Old Li and I have tried, but we're just not their match. Sigh, we've gotten old, our skills from our army days have fallen behind and we can't compare with these young guys."

Lin Chuan smirked and said, "If you can't win, you can't win. There's no need to mention losing skills. Let me do it."

Against these little Japanese devils, Lin Chuan didn't hesitate at all. If it was a spar with his own people, Lin Chuan wouldn't have cared much, but since the Japanese started it, they naturally couldn't scare him. Especially since they were pressuring the Chinese to call themselves the 'Sick Men of East Asia', it was simply unbearable.

Old Li and the others felt like they were seeing a savior upon Lin Chuan's arrival.

"Either kneel and beg for mercy or from now on, call yourselves the 'Sick Men of East Asia'," the muscular leader said coldly.

There were quite a few onlookers around, especially hotel staff. Everyone stayed far away, as the sparring session was frighteningly intense. The leader kicked Old Li several meters away with one swift kick. If Old Li hadn't cushioned himself with his hands, he might have broken a couple of ribs.

"Little devils, don't be arrogant." Luo Guoqing cursed, "Look carefully, your Uncle Lin is here. He is the real king of martial arts."

Lin Chuan felt his face flush as he stepped forward and glanced at the opponent, saying, "Are you a Samurai?"

"Correct." The big man looked at Lin Chuan in surprise, asking, "How did you know?"

"From seeing the stance of your punches and kicks, if I'm not mistaken, you must be a Japanese Samurai." Lin Chuan smiled and asked, "But I wonder, which school of Samurai do you belong to?"

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