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"Mr. Jiang."

Peninsula Hotel.

Presidential Suite.

Watching Jiang Chen approach, the two bodyguards greeted him politely, while simultaneously, an unspoken guilt mirrored on their rugged faces.

But Cao Jinse's abduction was unrelated to them; the bodyguards' duties had limitations and weren't effective in every situation.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Chen gestured towards the room door.

The bodyguard shook his head.

Jiang Chen nodded and then pressed the doorbell.

The door opened.

Opening it was Tanki Liuli.

Contrary to Jiang Chen's expectations, the room was harmonious, not tense at all; instead, Mao Tu, the girl, was watching TV, joyously laughing.

Jiang Chen was surprised.

He had specifically left Tanki Liuli to prevent Mao Tu from acting impulsively, with the bodyguards at the door as a second line of defense.

Even if Mao Tu really clashed with Tanki Liuli, the bodyguards outside, as their people, could at least rush in to defuse the situation.

But now it seemed, he might have just been overly worried.

Of course.

Jiang Chen, far from being a newbie to society, knew he couldn't afford to be careless.

Who could guarantee Mao Tu wasn't just pretending to lull him into a false sense of security?

With Cao Jinse absent, he had to help look after this girl.

"Have you eaten?"

Jiang Chen tentatively looked at Tanki Liuli.

But the Taoist nun sister was hardly a competent informant, merely nodding without revealing any other information.

"Jiang Chen, come take a look, the little devils' variety show is hilarious, haha..."

Jiang Chen walked over calmly.

"Sit down."

Mao Tu turned her head with a radiant smile.

Jiang Chen bent down, barely sitting on the sofa when suddenly, Mao Tu's expression shifted, one hand pressing his shoulder, the other lifting straight up.

Well.

Boss Jiang experienced being held at gunpoint again.

When did this girl pull out a gun?

The pink handgun lightly pressed against Jiang Chen's temple, and despite her petite frame, the girl's strength was immense, pinning Jiang Chen's shoulder down so he was forcibly seated on the sofa.

"Let me go out."

Mao Tu said coldly, gone were the giggles and laughs from moments before.

Indeed.

The more innocent and harmless a girl appears, the more dangerous she might be.

"What do you want to go out for?"

Jiang Chen asked calmly, already expecting the answer, while subtly signaling the Taoist nun sister to stay calm.

"To kill."

Kill?

Wasn't it supposed to be a rescue?

"Kill who?"

"I don't know, whoever's unlucky."

"..."

Is she planning a rampage on the streets?

"You're not a terrorist, and with just a gun, how many could you kill?"

"I can kill without a gun too."

That wasn't a warning.

Jiang Chen knew well, being Cao Jinse's bodyguard, this girl's skills extended far beyond just shooting.

"It's not worth it."

Jiang Chen seemed like one of those inscrutable characters in movies, unfazed even when held at gunpoint, "No matter how many you kill, your lady won't be released."

"But it vents my anger."

Jiang Chen found himself at a loss for words.

Alright.

This reason was unassailable.

"Jiang Chen, I don't want to hurt you."

Obviously.

The time spent together wasn't for nothing.

If it were before, she likely wouldn't have bothered with so much talk, even if she didn't actually shoot, a few hits wouldn't have been out of place.

"With one gun, two hands, how many could you take down using all your strength?"

Mao Tu wasn't the type to enjoy listening to reasoning, especially in such circumstances; long explanations would be futile and might even backfire, so Jiang Chen took a different approach, shifting perspectives.

And indeed.

Mao Tu remained silent.

It worked.

"And do you know how many people in Dongying commit suicide each year? A Fukushima nuclear leak affects so many ordinary people's livelihoods, does anyone care?"

Mao Tu frowned, the gun muzzle no longer pressed as tightly.

"I understand your feelings, but acting on impulse won't solve the problem."

"Jiang Chen, aren't you at all angry?"

Mao Tu questioned.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"But I don't see any sign of anger on your face."

Jiang Chen, like pouring oil on flames, even chuckled, "Does being angry have to show on your face? Didn't you just fool me?"

He paused, then said: "Do you know why they captured your lady instead of you?"

Mao Tu was taken aback.

Capture her?

"What use would capturing me be?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Exactly, capturing you is pointless."

From her expression, you could see the girl was getting a bit dizzy.

"Just like if you went on a revenge spree in the streets, to Dongying, it'd be like a slight scratch, not even bleeding. Would it hurt? No."

"What do you mean?"

"To avenge, you have to make people feel real pain, otherwise, if there's no effect, not only will they not care, they might even ridicule you."

The best way to build a connection?

Is to think from the other person's perspective.

Boss Jiang subdued her without fighting, purely through words, gradually making that toy-like pink gun lower.

"Jiang Chen, what you say makes sense, if you're going to kill, target the leaders."

Mao Tu suddenly understood, speaking decisively.

Why is it that in Dongying, all they talk about is violence, such intense hostility?

Jiang Chen continued to persuade patiently, after all, the weapon was only lowered, still in her hand, he had to be patient.

"There's a creature called a sea hare, it has a characteristic: having an extremely strong regenerative ability, it can grow back even if you cut its head off."

Mao Tu wasn't dumb, she clearly understood the hidden meaning in his words.

"Then what should I do?"

Jiang Chen looked at the Dongying prank variety show on TV and leisurely replied: "Watch some TV, it's good."