"Bang, bang, bang..."

The gunman, still advancing towards Prince Wataru Tetsuya, was caught completely off guard, had no chance to defend, and was hit by several bullets within an instant, collapsing into a pool of blood. Even after falling, he struggled to raise his hand, attempting to shoot at Wataru Tetsuya, but had already run out of strength.

The previously bustling street turned into chaos.

The gunman, who had suddenly attacked from the crowd, lay in a blood pool, motionless.

Once the situation was under control, Jiang Chen quickly walked over.

Fujiwara Reiki followed.

Wataru Tetsuya, who was knocked down by security personnel, slowly stood up, feeling lingering fear, seemingly still in shock.

"Prince His Highness, you're injured!"

Security personnel shouted: "Call an ambulance!"

Only then did Wataru Tetsuya look at his arm, and only then did the pain gradually strike in a delayed manner.

Indeed.

He had been hit.

Fortunately.

He was hit only in the arm.

The crimson blood had already soaked through his sleeve.

Wataru Tetsuya gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

"Prince, are you alright?"

Wataru Tetsuya turned his head upon hearing, looked at the quickly approaching Fujiwara Reiki and his entourage, and forced out a smile.

"A small wound, it's nothing. Thanks to Miss Fujiwara for saving my life, and Mr. Jiang too."

"Someone!"

Fujiwara Reiki immediately shouted: "Bandage the Prince's wound."

With so many shots fired, he was only hit in the arm, indeed he's lucky.

There's naturally another reason.

Jiang Chen looked at the motionless gunman on the ground.

Could this gunman's marksmanship be too poor?

Is someone of this caliber here to carry out an assassination?

"He's dead."

An underling checked the gunman's condition and came over to report.

Fujiwara Reiki's face turned icy cold, "He got off easy, investigate his background."

Actually, it would have been best to have captured him alive, but in that situation, the priority had to be the safety of Prince Wataru Tetsuya.

"Prince, my apologies."

Wataru Tetsuya, receiving a simple bandage, casually replied: "What does it have to do with Miss Fujiwara."

Indeed.

Although he was invited here, no one expected such an accident.

"Li Ji will definitely investigate thoroughly and give an explanation to Prince His Highness."

Wataru Tetsuya forced a smile and nodded, "Sorry to trouble Miss Fujiwara."

The ambulance and police arrived quickly.

Upon hearing the Prince was attacked in the street, they were shocked.

Wataru Tetsuya was carefully carried onto the ambulance and rushed to the hospital.

The police began to examine the scene.

"Let's go, Jiang."

Jiang Chen nodded, and before leaving, he glanced once more at the gunman's body.

The police had already removed the gunman's hat, revealing that he was actually a fifty-something-year-old man.

Back at the hotel, Fujiwara Reiki had arranged two rooms, which Jiang Chen originally had no objection to. But unexpectedly, the usually taciturn Taoist nun sister insisted on refusing.

"I want to stay in the same room with him."

Could it be the effect of the earlier incident?

But indeed the two have always slept under the same roof.

Fujiwara Reiki looked at Boss Jiang, seemingly wanting him to say something, but Boss Jiang just remained silent.

Thus, Fujiwara Reiki had no choice but to change the room.

"Li Ji has to go to the hospital."

Jiang Chen nodded, indicating understanding, "You go ahead, convey my regards to Prince Wataru Tetsuya."

With Duanmu Daozhang being a massive hindrance, any intimate actions were impossible, so Fujiwara Reiki could only give someone a meaningful glance and then leave the hotel.

Jiang Chen and his companion went upstairs.

"Did you see it?"

While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Chen asked.

He's sure that Tanki Liuli noticed the gunman's presence before anyone else.

"Why didn't you stop it?"

"Too far."

Duanmu Daozhang replied briefly.

Jiang Chen had nothing to say.

Indeed.

She's not an immortal.

And she left the Tang Sword in Tokyo.

But was it merely because she couldn't reach in time due to distance?

Bear in mind, when it comes to matters concerning day-to-day life, the inherently kind-hearted Taoist nun sister and the relentlessly threatening Youmao share a highly consistent stance.

"Ding..."

The elevator opened.

Jiang Chen stepped inside, no longer dwelling on it.

No matter if the Taoist nun sister intentionally watched the accident happen, that's not the crux of the issue.

They're all outsiders.

Have nothing to do with this accident.

The source fundamentally lies with that gunman.

"Do you think it's likely that Fujiwara Reiki is involved?"

The elevator ascended, Jiang Chen asked inexplicably.

No one responded.

Jiang Chen realized and chuckled wryly.

Alright.

Asked the wrong person.

Upon reaching the room, Jiang Chen noticed something was amiss.

Unlike his suite at the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel, although this room isn't low grade, it surprisingly only has one bed.

But there are two of them here.

How should they sleep?

According to that enchanting mind and thought process, it shouldn't be such a basic mistake, right?

Intentional?

No matter how lively you are around me, I won't mind.

For no reason, Jiang Chen remembered this sentence.

Unlike most women who are verbally contradictory.

Miss Fujiwara indeed acts exactly as she speaks.

Jiang Chen cut off the thought.

"The bed is yours."

Anyway, it won't be more than two days in Fukushima, sleeping on the sofa is fine.

"Hand me the gun."

Daoist Duanmu suddenly spoke, catching Jiang Chen off guard.

Jiang Chen hesitated, lips moving slightly, wanting to speak but stopping.

Why would a warrior want a gun?

Could she have been led astray by that girl Youmao?

Although modern weapons are powerful and efficient, honestly, Jiang Chen still appreciated her exceptional style of dancing with swords.

This feeling is like certain intangible heritage skills, shouldn't be replaced.

"Do you know how to use a gun?"

"I do."

The decisiveness of her response once again surprised Jiang Chen.

"Did Youmao teach you?"

Tanki Liuli nodded.

Jiang Chen was speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

It seems during their time together, it wasn't just snacks, TV, fitness, and chess, there were quite a few secrets unknown to him.

"Guns don't suit you."

Jiang Chen said, "Besides, you don't need to worry, we're very safe here and there won't be any danger."

If there was a threat, the most likely source would be Fujiwara Reiki.

Just because you've slept with someone doesn't mean they'll be hopelessly devoted to you.

It's this era now.

Besides, what kind of personality and style does that enchantress have?

Moreover, who slept with whom isn't definite yet.

The reason for such confidence is Jiang Chen understands, the strongest kind of relationship in the world is one bound by interests.

At present, Fujiwara Reiki needs him, or rather relies on him, even if he suddenly has a mental breakdown and wants to commit suicide, she would surely find every way to prevent it.

So.

Perhaps it's a bit humorous.

But the fact is, at this moment, Fujiwara Reiki's care and concern for him is probably no less than anyone else, of course, how long it can last is hard to say.

The moment he's no longer needed, this seemingly unbreakable relationship might instantly crumble,

which could be the downside of interest-based relationships.

Unlike feelings.

Feelings, once rooted, growing and sprouting, no matter how much external factors change, are hard to be affected.

For example, Li Shuru.

Jiang Chen knows very well what initially attracted her, yet he also believes even if he suddenly goes bankrupt and loses everything, Li Shuru won't leave him because of it.

"Clap, clap."

Jiang Chen patted the nearby sofa, "Come, sit."

Tanki Liuli didn't move, just silently stared at him.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Chen wondered, having been together for so long, he should know her habits, there must be something up, otherwise she wouldn't even look at him.

"Say what you want to say."

The smile of Jiang Chen was very friendly.

This was his own initiative to speak, soon he would regret it.

Sure enough, she asked.

"You beat her so badly, why doesn't she mind at all?"

The pure, spotless eyes showed a hint of serious confusion.

Jiang Chen's smile froze abruptly, then he patted the sofa again.

"Sit, let me tell you about the unique culture of the Japanese country, and the distinctive character of Japanese women."

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