Although it was not a typical city road, Jiang Chen still followed the principle of yielding to oncoming traffic, instructing the convoy to remain stationary and let the other party proceed first.
Not that he had a particularly close relationship with the US military stationed in Japan, after all, they previously acted purely for a fee, but today everyone was here to attend a funeral, and out of respect for the host, there shouldn’t be disputes over who goes first.
Moreover.
They are people of stature.
Status also represents vision and etiquette.
Only the common people would get into a roadside argunt and shout themselves hoarse.
Look at that.
It seems that the people with Boss Jiang had the sa thought, quietly pausing and waiting.
Finally, seeing that Boss Jiang remained immobile, being too polite, they had no choice but to start moving first.
No one could stay there forever; guests arriving continuously for the condolence would block the road, which would undoubtedly be undesirable.
Solving problems doesn’t necessarily require conflict; see, yielding is a better path.
Both sides passed without issue, orderly.
The Martial Saint saw this and retracted his head, raising the car window again.
Though he was accustod to dominating in the village, he didn’t think yielding was disgraceful; what never retreats in chess?
Only a pawn.
At the entrance of the Fujiwara Family Ancestral Mansion, the US military convoy previously t by Boss Jiang arrived first, the car doors opened, and a burly white man stepped out.
It was none other than the Commander of the US Military Stationed in Japan, United States four-star general—Bonnie Benjamin.
Of course.
Present at the funeral was not only this highest commander of the US military, but also an array of senior officers.
As the US military stationed in Japan, they were already intricately linked with local Japanese forces; the funeral of a top Japanese conglorate leader was a due and reasonable occasion not to miss.
"General Bonnie."
Knowing today’s visitors were all distinguished guests, Fujiwara Takuya personally greeted them at the entrance.
The aura indeed differs at tis.
Even though the Fujiwara Family prepared ample personnel all the way, the suited bodyguards at the mansion entrance were nurous, but when these senior US military officers arrived, their presence was instantly subdued.
Moreover, these senior officers were not in military uniform but attending in civilian attire.
"I am sorry to hear such sad news, the Fujiwara Clan Leader dedicated his life to the country and its people; his departure was great and honorable, may he rest in peace."
Being part of a foreign military unit, they were a privileged class, yet this four-star general lacked arrogance and heedlessness, granting Fujiwara Takuya and the Fujiwara Family due respect.
Tis have changed.
Even if it’s about raising dogs, one can’t always punch and kick, there must be a balance of kindness and power.
"Thank you, General Bonnie."
Fujiwara Takuya appeared grateful, shook hands with him, remaining polite while maintaining the dignity of a Japanese aristocratic family, neither overbearing nor servile, at the sa ti, his gaze seed involuntarily drawn behind Bonnie Benjamin to a white man.
The other party had a bright head of golden hair, seemingly purer than the color of sunlight, yet his skin was flawless and fair enough to make won envious, paired with deep and defined features, evoking thoughts of sculptures like Apollo.
Fujiwara Takuya remained composed, yet his mind was filled with doubts.
He was familiar with most senior US military officers stationed in Japan, even if not intimately, they had at least crossed paths, but this man accompanying the US military to offer condolences was quite unfamiliar.
Fujiwara Takuya quickly searched in his mind and ultimately confird never having t him.
Not to ntion, in terms of looks, even he fell short, and a person of such charisma once seen should leave a lasting impression.
Furthermore.
The man’s deanor was nothing like a soldier, utterly incompatible with the high-ranking US generals.
Undoubtedly, this white man was not on the invitation list, but Fujiwara Takuya naturally knew not to foolishly question him.
Guests are guests.
No invitation is necessary when you have Japan’s Supre Emperor—oops, Japan’s most loyal friend, four-star General Bonnie Benjamin—as your business card.
"Everyone, please co in."
Today’s weather was slightly chilly with moderate humidity, an ideal day for a funeral.
Fujiwara Takuya planned to personally guide the guests, as this group was exceedingly prominent. However, Bonnie Benjamin declined his offer.
"No need to trouble yourself, extend your hospitality to the guests at the back."
Having said that, without acknowledging Fujiwara Takuya’s stunned look, the group of high officials in Japan, above any privileged class, walked into the mansion.
Regarding the uninvited Apollo-like man, no introduction was made.
Fujiwara Takuya watched as their figures disappeared, entering the mansion.
The arrival of the US military high command was anticipated, yet inexplicably, he sensed sothing unusual, and before he could ponder it further, unexpectedly, shortly after four-star General Bonnie Benjamin left, Fujiwara Takuya turned to look down the road and saw another convoy arrive.
Boss Jiang got out.
The scene was equally grand, at least having a Daoist Sister was enough to catch the eye.
"Tsk, dancing at the tomb."
The Martial Saint couldn’t resist taking note of a bunch of odd characters jumping excitedly out of another vehicle.
They were dressed in peculiar outfits, gathered around a fire, eerily jumping up and down, circling and chanting.
Dancing at the tomb.
This young man truly had courage.
Did he genuinely believe Sister Liuli had the power to command the forces of heaven and earth, or did he consider the throng of suited bodyguards rely decorations?
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