I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Mind your own business, this is not a characteristic of any particular nation or region, but of human nature.

As everyone knows, even if not causing trouble for itself, Dongying is a country plagued by disasters—tsunamis, typhoons, earthquakes; those aren't relatives but annoying prank calls that visit every so often. To reduce the damage and loss, most buildings in Dongying are designed with lightweight structures, but that was clearly not an earthquake just now; it was an explosion!

A male driver passing by late at night peeked out of his car window to check the situation. Upon discovering what happened, he didn't intend to stick around and watch the excitement. Instead, he urgently called Koda Kaoru and the others to quickly get in the car.

Not poking one's nose into trouble is a fine habit, but wouldn't it be prudent to at least call the police casually?

But he didn't.

"Bang."

Door closed.

Hit the gas.

Once everyone was in the car, it zoomed off with a "whoosh," racing towards the Tokyo city center.

It seems this isn't just Koda Kaoru's personal issue.

Could it be that the power of public authority holds such little sway in the hearts of the Dongying people?

Taoist Duanmu is no ordinary person, completely calm, perhaps as his biological clock started to kick in, he closed his eyes to rest once in the car.

But Koda Kaoru, sitting in the back seat with him, couldn't maintain such composure.

The explosion just happened, clearly in a chemical park.

Could it be a disaster caused by a chemical leak?

This is indeed a possibility.

But with things happening this way, not mentioning the complete cleanup, at least that whole building's bloodiness and evil have been buried under ruins.

This kind of efficiency is definitely much less troublesome than human efforts.

However.

Isn't it too coincidental?

As soon as they walked out of the safety distance, the accident happened.

Can it be that the chemical explosion was timed?

Or perhaps.

Heaven was doing them a favor?

Koda Kaoru looked towards the interior rearview mirror.

In the lens, the man sitting in the passenger seat appeared calm, even more so than a ghost, but the calmer he was, the easier it was to arouse suspicion.

However, the car owner was anxious to drive and lacked this keen observational skill.

Koda Kaoru pressed her lips together, remained silent too, and looked out of the window.

Without irrationally requesting a direct drop-off to her doorstep, once entering Tokyo city, she randomly chose a place for the car owner to let them off.

After all, she was a smart person.

Had strong anti-surveillance awareness.

It might not be of much use, but at least it could prevent the police comrades from easily following the vine to find the doorstep, right?

Koda Kaoru thanked the car owner, then stood at the roadside waving, her smile captivating.

Tonight, that car owner will surely have a sweet dream.

The kind driver's car drove away, and Koda Kaoru turned around.

"It seems Mr. Jiang Chen doesn't need to rush book a flight now."

Jiang Chen was noncommittal, "I won't see Teacher Xiang Tian off."

"Miss Duanmu must be tired."

Koda Kaoru glanced at the young Taoist nun who had been resting with her eyes closed the entire way, "Tonight was hard on both of you."

Jiang Chen shook his head and replied, "It was hard on Teacher Xiang Tian."

He indeed didn't find it hard because all the effort was made by Tanki Liuli.

And Tanki Liuli probably didn't feel it was a hardship either and might not mind doing similar tasks again.

However.

Is it appropriate to use "hard" to describe Koda Kaoru?

It should be "frightened" actually.

Most likely a slip of the tongue.

For a cultured person like Boss Jiang, such a basic mistake should not be made.

"Tonight was really long, like a dream, and I fear I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Koda Kaoru sighed, speaking while staring intently into Jiang Chen's eyes, her gaze sparkling, not in the usual flashy way, but with a different kind of brilliance.

Suddenly, she unexpectedly stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and planted a swift kiss on Jiang Chen's face.

The whole process was done in one seamless motion, like flowing water, straight through with no NGs; the movie director would surely favor such an actor.

But she wasn't acting; it was involuntary, a true display of emotion.

"Smooch."

The sound was clear.

After all, Jiang Chen wasn't a young Taoist nun who could stop a bullet with a sword; he didn't have the reflexes for this.

Logically speaking.

A life-saving grace should be repaid with lifelong devotion, that's the usual narrative for such plots.

A kiss.

What a loss.

Before Jiang Chen could show a gentleman's demeanor, Koda Kaoru immediately retreated, waved, and squinted her eyes, revealing a smile.

"Goodnight."

She called out, then like someone shy, turned and hurriedly ran towards the street ahead.

If it were just the two of them, this would be nothing; acknowledging one's kindness is completely understandable.

But the key is.

You're doing this in front of someone's female companion.

Koda Kaoru's figure gradually blended into the long street.

Jiang Chen watched silently.

And the young Taoist nun silently watched him...

No need for explanations.

As long as you're not blind, you can see everything clearly.

He was forced into it.

"Let's go back to sleep."

Jiang Chen waved to hail a cab, discreetly wiped his face, learning from the experience; this habit is good, but she just went through a kidnapping and had her mouth sealed with tape—even if there was lipstick, it would have been gone by now.

The atmosphere on the ride back was very quiet.

Being quiet while with a young Taoist nun is usually perfectly normal; however, tonight was different, as there was an inexplicable weird feeling.

Jiang Chen checked through the interior rearview mirror to confirm there were no marks on his face.

"Ding."

The sound of a text message arrived.

Took it out for a look.

[Mr. Jiang Chen, I have arrived home.]

A smiley face followed that.

A heroic rescue of a damsel in distress may be cliché, but its timeless appeal certainly has its reasons.

The text message showed as read, but Jiang Chen didn't reply. It seemed like he didn't want to expect gratitude, nor did he want the person to be fixated on it. He put the phone back in his pocket.

When he looked up, he glanced at the young Taoist nun beside him.

She was looking straight ahead.

Whether Koda Kaoru had returned to her haunted house was uncertain, but Boss Jiang was certainly bold enough not to change his residence. At the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel, he paid the fare and got off the car.

"Be careful from now on, murder is illegal no matter the country."

Inside the hotel entrance, he finally remembered to remind her.

"I did ask you."

She actually had a comeback.

Jiang Chen looked at the serene young Taoist nun and instead of feeling displeased, he smiled.

This was a good sign.

After staying up all night, she seemingly became more open-minded.

"Give me the knife, I'll keep it safe for now."

Jiang Chen extended his hand.

No wonder Lan Peizhi had taken away the sword she brought down the mountain, even if it was just a wooden sword.

A Taoist nun with a weapon and one without were practically two different people.

Jiang Chen was being considerate, trying to prevent her from acting impulsively. However, the young Taoist nun ignored him entirely, showing no reaction as she continued walking ahead.

Having personally witnessed her Vajra techniques overnight, Jiang Chen was certainly not going to seize the knife forcefully. To ease the awkwardness, he could only change the subject.

"That technique where you blocked the bullet with a knife, wasn't just a coincidence, right?"

A true talent indeed.

Coincidence?

Putting one's life on the line for coincidence?

Regarding such a foolish question, Tanki Liuli naturally ignored it, arriving at the elevator entrance and pressing the button.

"How long do you think it would take me, if I were to learn, to reach your level?"

Being completely captivated by her charm tonight, Boss Jiang humbly inquired.

In today's society,

Martial arts don't have much of a stage.

But it can't change how cool that move is!

Once mastered, survival wouldn't be a worry even if performing on the streets.

"You want to learn?"

Tanki Liuli looked at the opening elevator door.

Boss Jiang nodded.

"In your next life, maybe."

Jiang Chen was stunned.

Tanki Liuli walked into the elevator.

Jiang Chen immediately followed, helping to press the close door button.

"Is there really no chance?"

Even after being rebuffed like this, he didn't become furious. Boss Jiang naturally had a broad perspective and said, "I think I have decent potential."

This wasn't shameless self-praise. Numerous trials had proven that his skills were still "okay" and in the presence of someone like Tanki Liuli, that's all he could say.

"Do you think I'm strong?"

The young Taoist nun asked. For some reason, it sounded a bit cute and funny.

Without hesitation, Jiang Chen nodded vigorously, "Very strong, like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the moon."

This wasn't flattery.

It was heartfelt honesty.

Tanki Liuli was neither arrogant nor fazed.

"It's because you don't practice martial arts that you think so."

What does that mean?

Jiang Chen couldn't figure it out, but Tanki Liuli didn't explain. When the elevator door opened with a "ding," she walked out.

When he finally lay in bed, Jiang Chen found himself unable to sleep. The image of the young Taoist nun wielding the knife kept replaying in his mind like a movie, unable to shut it out. Unable to sleep, he took out his phone and sent a message to Lan Peizhi.

"Today, Taoist Duanmu showed me an incredible move, using a knife to block a bullet..."

He typed out a long message and sent it.

Sometimes getting an immediate response isn't necessary. He thought the other side was probably asleep, but surprisingly, after a while, his phone by the bedside rang.

"Impressive flattery skills."

The phone showed it was three o'clock.

Still working overtime? Or maybe the work pressure is too high?

Managing the vast Great Wall on her own must indeed be tough.

"Just speaking the truth. It's like movie special effects, eye-opening. If I were to apprentice and learn, I wonder if I could master it."

Jiang Chen edited the message, choosing to keep it brief and simple, definitely not foolish enough to actually tell them he took their junior sister to kill someone.

"Some things can't be learned. You see her now like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the moon, but once you practice martial arts, meeting her would be like a mayfly seeing the sky."

Jiang Chen paused at the message on the screen.

This phrase... what does it mean?

Who says you can equate academic achievements with cultural literacy?

Look at these master sisters.

They didn't even complete nine years of compulsory education, yet their words are profoundly deep.

Graduated from a prestigious university and awarded multiple scholarships, Jiang Chen reflected deeply and finally grasped a bit of the meaning.

It meant… not practicing martial arts only makes one aware of how amazing the young Taoist nun is, but practicing would reveal just how incredible she truly is?

Though unsure if this understanding was correct, Jiang Chen at least figured out one thing.

In the eyes of these master sisters, he hadn't even touched the threshold of martial arts.

Alright.

It's just a tad bit discouraging.

He sent two words back.

"Go sleep."

The screen didn't light up again.

He rested his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, with the phone lying beside him.