Fight.

Especially when outnumbered.

The key is intimidating presence.

Thanks to Fang Qing during childhood, Jiang Chen was often cornered like this, so he had some experience.

He targeted the second person, kicking and punching, and within a few breaths, the opponent saw stars with a bloodied head, staggering and unable to stand.

The effect was immediate.

The rest hesitated, largely intimidated by Jiang Chen's ruthlessness.

After all, they were just toilet attendants and weren't used to such scenarios, making them at a loss when faced with even minor situations.

Drawing from childhood lessons, Boss Jiang didn't stop there. The words "Chinaman pig" had just come from this person's mouth. Perhaps afraid of dirtying his hands with blood, Boss Jiang wrapped his right hand in a plastic dessert bag, clenched a fist, and slammed it into the opponent's mouth.

"Pfft..."

Immediately.

A few teeth, along with blood, shot out.

The onlookers gasped, covering their mouths in surprise.

The toilet attendant staggered backward, clearly disoriented from the repeated blows, and after a few steps, lost balance and fell to the ground.

If his colleagues rushed over to help at this point, they could at least pull him out, but Boss Jiang's intimidating presence was overwhelming, causing the rest of the toilet attendants to freeze in place, not daring to act recklessly.

Under the gaze of all, Jiang Chen approached the disrespective toilet attendant step by step. His front teeth were missing—going to a hospital would easily confirm facial damage. Known for his kindness, Boss Jiang squatted down, resting his elbow on his knee. Amidst the tension-filled stares, he calmly removed the blood-stained plastic bag from his fist and stuffed it into his mouth.

Those visiting this peculiar toilet were all Dongying people.

None dared to breathe deeply.

One must admit.

Even though Dongying people honor their ancestors, they fall far short of their warrior predecessors who committed ritual suicide at times.

Amongst the fearful glances, Jiang Chen stood up, the dessert ruined, though the Taoist nun sister would definitely understand. He clenched his fist.

It really did hurt a bit,

Good thing he pulled it off smoothly; otherwise, dealing with everyone at once would have been difficult.

Jiang Chen maintained a stoic, inscrutable expression, planning to slip away before anyone recovered their senses.

"Mr. Jiang, hold on."

Suddenly.

A voice called out.

Half-turned, Jiang Chen looked back.

A middle-aged stranger quickly stepped out of the unusual toilet, definitely someone he'd never met before.

Ignoring the chaos at the entrance, the middle-aged man even stepped over the fallen toilet attendant to reach Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Jiang, the lady invites you."

Not only others, but even Jiang Chen himself was a bit taken aback.

Truly, who doesn't know you in this world?

By now, a silent retreat seemed impossible; Jiang Chen maintained his inscrutable demeanor, nodded casually, and headed towards the Yasukuni God Toilet without asking anything.

Just a toilet,

It's not exactly a dragon's den or tiger's lair.

No scene of 800 ax-wielders lying in wait; upon entering the God Toilet, everything became eerily calm and peaceful, with no troublemakers, as if the conflict at the entrance hadn't happened.

In Dongying, which acquaintances did he have?

As he followed the man, Jiang Chen pondered, seemingly realizing the answer wasn't complicated.

Indeed, it's not their fault for charging a fee.

This toilet is genuinely spacious.

After walking for over ten minutes, the middle-aged guide stopped.

"Mr. Jiang, it's just up ahead."

Jiang Chen looked towards the open-door hall not too far away, composedly moving forward alone.

The surroundings were peaceful.

Likely due to those hefty men in suits patrolling around.

However, they didn't seem to notice Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smoothly arrived at the hall's doorway.

Peering inside, he saw the curvy back of a woman in a black dress, facing several spirit tablets offered with incense.

"Mr. Jiang, you came to Tokyo and didn't even inform Li Ji? Is it that you don't consider Li Ji a friend?"

Despite not turning around, the woman's voice remained magnetic and seductive.

Jiang Chen, unfazed, stepped over the threshold, speaking frankly.

"I went to Mount Fuji, but didn't encounter Miss Fujiwara."

"Hehe..."

A charming laugh came through, "Mr. Jiang, sometimes fate can't just rely on destiny; it has to be crafted."

Jiang Chen entered the hall, "So, is Miss Fujiwara claiming this is destiny or human-made?"

"What does Mr. Jiang think?"

After a brief silence, the woman in the black dress finally turned around.

That face, enough to ruin countries and captivate the masses, looked like it was just seen yesterday, feeling surreal and improbable.

Yet Jiang Chen stayed collected, very calm.

In Dongying, the acquaintances he knew, besides Koda Kaoru, were only the enigmatic Fujiwara Clan.

And Koda Kaoru, even though outstanding in multiple fields, remained within the realm of ordinary people and lacked such capability.

"Not hurt, are you?"

Jiang Chen casually shook his head.

"Mr. Jiang wasn't this rough in Shenzhou."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled gently, seemingly not surprised to meet here.

"Knowing Miss Fujiwara made me feel Dongying people are very friendly, but reality proved otherwise. If I had known this, I wouldn't have come."

Boss Jiang spoke nonchalantly, turning the tables.

"People's personalities are unstable, let alone a nation. Mr. Jiang, you're not petty and certainly won't hold this against them, right?"

This face.

Indeed identical.

If seen on the street, he wasn't entirely sure he could distinguish it with confidence.

If he called Koda Kaoru over now, would it scare her?

She's always fond of a bit of mischief and mystique.

Of course.

The idea was just a thought.

Even though Koda Kaoru's life was already rich and exciting compared to regular folks, compared to the Fujiwara daughter, they were worlds apart.

No need to disrupt her life.

"It's been a while, Mr. Jiang doesn't recognize Li Ji anymore? Or misses Li Ji greatly?"

Seeing Jiang Chen watching her, Fujiwara Reiki spoke with a smile—truly a match of equals, neither was thin-skinned.

Jiang Chen didn't reply.

"Are you done worshiping, Miss Fujiwara?"

Fujiwara Reiki's lips parted, but before she could speak, Jiang Chen cut in: "If you're done, please step out for a moment."

Fujiwara Reiki blinked, asking, "Is Mr. Jiang going to pay respects?"

Everyone knew what Yasukuni God Toilet was.

And behind her, the tablets enjoying incense bore no other names but those of former Class-A War Criminals.

Having accidentally stumbled in and collided with guards, Boss Jiang surprised with his words.

"I want to use the toilet."

"..."

Fujiwara Reiki couldn't suppress her astonishment; even with her poise, her mind had to be momentarily blank, her gaze turning weird.

"I can't hold it any longer."

Boss Jiang continued.

He truly had no image concerns.

"..."

Fujiwara Reiki fell silent, the enchanting curve of her lips unconsciously fading as she attempted to recompose but failed multiple times.

She likely wanted to ask Jiang Chen if he was joking, but when it came to shamelessness, despite being quite good, she obviously wasn't a match for Boss Jiang.

In the end, she left without speaking, passing by Jiang Chen silently.

Smashing spiritual tablets is something an educated man like Boss Jiang would certainly not do, but when nature calls,

he wasn't lying.

The reason he'd wanted to enter was indeed to use the toilet.

Looking up, he scanned the area, noticing no surveillance.

Jiang Chen approached the spirit tablets and stopped at the offering spot.

Koda Kaoru paused at the doorway, instinctively looking back.

All she saw was someone with their back turned, making motions to undo a belt.

Koda Kaoru's pupils widened and quickly constricted again, her cheeks flushing instantaneously, uncertain if it was out of annoyance or some other reason.

To avoid improper sights.

As a woman in such a scenario, she couldn't afford to deal with the unethical act of relieving oneself inappropriately, and Fujiwara Reiki swiftly averted her gaze, hurriedly leaving.

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