A group of high-ranking Arican military officials exuded an impressive aura, but among them, a man with dazzling blonde hair was particularly striking.
Whether or not words are spoken, so people, even standing in a busy street, beco the center of attention because they are destined to be.
"I don’t know."
Of course, Fujiwara Reiki knew exactly who "Huang Mao" referred to by her actual man, but her answer was surprising.
"You don’t know?"
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but question.
Who is this?
A forr expert who penetrated Shen Zhou to host espionage activities, playing two roles herself, blending truth with fiction; intelligence work is her specialty.
Of course.
With billions of people worldwide, knowing everyone’s information is unrealistic, but soone able to walk alongside Bonnie Benjamin, a senior military official, definitely wouldn’t be an ordinary person.
Therefore.
Is there still a celebrity in this world she doesn’t know?
"Really don’t know."
Fujiwara Reiki reiterated.
Jiang Chen nodded, surprised but not doubtful.
The other party had no reason to deceive him.
Even though he didn’t get an answer, Fujiwara Reiki’s reply still indicated an issue.
That excessively handso blonde guy certainly wasn’t a senior military official, or rather, not a high-ranking mber of the US military stationed in Japan.
"Jiang Sang, what you should consider now seems to be how to resolve the current trouble."
Fujiwara Reiki reminded with friendliness.
Hmm.
There’s no doubt that hitting soone is illegal.
Especially when the person hit isn’t an ordinary person.
A few generals, who got flown everywhere, staggered up from the ground. They were, after all, professional soldiers; they were tougher than average folks, not seriously injured, but their faces were all equally flushed, uncertain whether from anger or sha.
It’s not shaful to tease won.
But being teased back and beaten, that’s laughably embarrassing.
"Fuck!"
The black general couldn’t stand the humiliation, clenching his fist the size of a sand kettle, intending to confront Tanki Liuli.
"Stop."
It was Bonnie Benjamin who spoke.
As a four-star general, the highest commander of the US military stationed in Japan, few dared to defy his orders.
The black general could only endure the humiliation, his face grim and ugly, though it was hard to see given his dark complexion.
Actually, you can’t bla these generals for being incompetent; as high-ranking officers, they focus on leadership and command skills, not physical fighting skills. Losing isn’t surprising. If they had guns, the situation would undoubtedly be different.
But attending the Fujiwara Family’s funeral, they definitely wouldn’t carry weapons, as it’s basic etiquette.
The beaten generals ekly gathered around Bonnie Benjamin, heads down, "General."
"What happened?"
The square-faced, righteous Bonnie Benjamin calmly asked.
The powerful generals looked at each other, none daring to speak.
Wataru Tetsuya stood beside them, smartly keeping silent, clearly unwilling to get involved.
"The generals were sparring with my bodyguard."
Following the voice.
Jiang Chen approached with the Martial Saint.
Fujiwara Reiki was beside him, holding Princess Ya Yi’s hand.
The scene subtly ford a sense of opposition, the two sides distinctly separate.
Bodyguard.
This identity was perfectly applied in the situation.
It turned a big issue into a small one and discreetly preserved the generals’ dignity.
Being flipped by a woman, versus being flipped by a bodyguard, although both are embarrassing, there’s a difference in scale.
The latter is sowhat easier to accept.
"This must be Mr. Jiang?"
Bonnie Benjamin spoke with a slight smile, neither angry nor upset.
Old ginger is spicier.
Whether or not he had interacted with Mr. Jiang, the information about Boss Jiang stirring things up in Japan must have already been laid out before this commander of the US military stationed in Japan.
"General Bonnie, nice to et you."
Jiang Chen nodded and smiled, the curve peaceful.
Bonnie Benjamin turned his gaze to Tanki Liuli.
"Is this lady truly Mr. Jiang’s bodyguard?"
"Yes, Tanki Liuli. I hope General Bonnie can forgive her for her low cultural level and not knowing English."
Wonder if Daoist Sister would throw him out too if she heard this, though Daoist Sister indeed doesn’t understand the English he’s speaking now.
Bonnie Benjamin nodded, slightly sighed, "Shen Zhou indeed vast land and abundant resources, full of talented people."
Both sides undoubtedly reached a tacit understanding, unwilling to make a fuss over minor details.
Taking a step back allows for a broader view.
The beaten generals also understood how to assess situations. After all, having reached their level, none were foolish. They quietly retreated to the back of the crowd.
"Miss Fujiwara, apologies."
Bonnie Benjamin amiably said, not seizing the chance to make a scene, and even took the initiative to apologize to Fujiwara Reiki for his subordinates’ recklessness.
"General Bonnie overstates it, it’s fine."
"Brother."
Ya Yi walked towards her imperial brother, Wataru Tetsuya.
Wataru Tetsuya extended his hand to hold hers.
"Miss Fujiwara, we have military duties, so we’ll take our leave first."
"Aren’t the generals staying for the al?"
"No, there’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Hearing this, Fujiwara Reiki didn’t insist on keeping them, "Li Ji sends off the generals."
"Li Ji, let send them off."
Wataru Tetsuya spoke, playing the part of an attentive fiancé.
Fujiwara Reiki looked at him, then nodded.
"Please."
Wataru Tetsuya gestured, leading a group of high-ranking Arican military officials away. Jiang Chen stepped aside, anwhile, glanced at the "outstanding" "Huang Mao."
Coincidentally, the other party also looked at him with a smile on his lips.
Their eyes briefly t, then parted.
"Sister Liuli, you’re really badass."
After the people left, the Martial Saint imdiately praised.
This is truly a heroine among won.
This is truly the new era of won.
Only bullying your own man, being aggressive in your own nest, is no skill at all.
Look at Sister Liuli.
What about senior US military officials?
All beings are equal, strike when you must!
"Miss Duanmu, great skills."
Fujiwara Reiki also praised, then noticed soone standing there deep in thought.
"Jiang Sang, what are you thinking?"
"Are you sure you don’t recognize?"
Earlier from afar, now up close, the view should be clearer.
"Li Ji didn’t look."
How pure.
Other n don’t even get a glance.
Jiang Chen looked at her.
Fujiwara Reiki pressed her lips, finally admitting.
"Hmm, he’s kinda handso."
"..."
Was the question about whether he’s handso?
"Don’t recognize."
Fujiwara Reiki then shook her head again.
"Martial Saint."
Jiang Chen said.
"Huh?"
The Martial Saint was confused.
"Take a picture."
Picture?
The Martial Saint was still puzzled, "Brother, of what?"
Jiang Chen looked back.
Following his gaze, the Martial Saint saw that group of top elites of the world leaving and imdiately took out his phone without another word.
He was quite smart, turned on the cara, deliberately turned off the sound and flash, then lifted the phone.
"Click, click, click..."
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