Chapter 2808 - 1743: Opening Move

Chapter 2808: Chapter 1743: Opening Move

The laughter gradually faded away.

Boss Jiang patted the hard object at his lower back, then leisurely walked towards the homeward path.

He fulfilled his promise, showing a man’s responsibility by resolving the worry about Luo Li’er.

As for how Luo Li’er viewed him?

His heart was clear.

What more is there to say?

Does the gaze of the "little sister-in-law" matter so much?

Those who need to understand him do understand him, that’s enough.

The warm yellow lights tore through the night, elevating the chilly temperature.

Jiang Chen unconsciously quickened his pace.

But just before reaching the entrance, a shadow suddenly appeared several meters ahead, blocking his path.

Hmm.

Quite tall.

At the entrance of the mansion.

Li Shuru also followed with a milk coffee in hand, hmm, accompanied by a peeking Martial Saint, they all realized upon seeing someone.

The Martial Saint was still righteous, anxiously and wordlessly mouthed.

—Run!

Jiang Chen definitely understood, but he didn’t move, retrieving his gaze from his girlfriend and the Martial Saint to look at the exquisite Taoist nun blocking the road.

"Isn’t it a bit grand?"

He deliberately said with a casual smile, he had only been out for one night, whereas before he could disappear for ten days or half a month without anyone greeting his return.

It’s too warm.

So warm that it’s a bit excessive.

This heart is starting to pound and heat up.

Of course.

Running is out of the question.

These are his cherished family members.

"Three days have already passed."

Tanki Liuli stood silently in a moonlight-white coat, more radiant than the ghostly moon in the night sky.

Alright.

The warmth began to make him sweat a little.

Jiang Chen actually knew that these people from outside the norm don’t quite grasp flexibility, adhering stubbornly to their logic, especially his Daoist Sister with a child’s pure heart.

It’s not carelessness.

He deeply understands that there’s no way to avoid this.

Surrender directly?

He had boasted himself.

Moreover, there are two spectators watching.

Though understanding the other party’s obstinacy, after journeying through the secular world for so long, she must have learned some worldly sense, right?

Hmm.

Boss Jiang thought so.

So.

He came prepared, it should be returned prepared, intending to use Daoist Sister as a Philosopher’s Stone to test his own weight.

Therefore, he smiled more dashingly, full of grand aspiration:

"Let’s keep it within bounds."

Li Shuru leaned at the door, silently sipping her milk coffee.

"Sister Shuru, do you have confidence in Chen?"

Seeing the other’s confidence, the Martial Saint couldn’t help but be infected, slightly boosting morale.

"Twenty-to-eighty."

"Brother Jiang Chen only two?"

"Two seconds, he’ll be down flat."

The Martial Saint’s expression froze.

This time, Boss Jiang didn’t call for bodyguards, instead twisting his neck, rotating shoulders, intertwining his fingers, mobilizing joints, warming up with the moves resembling a full routine of a ninth edition radio calisthenics.

In contrast, Tanki Liuli’s preparation was much simpler, only extending the right hand hidden under the coat.

"Whoosh—"

What’s that?

Such bright light!

Boss Jiang’s pupils were prickled, instinctively squinting, then stared intently.

His face twitched, the warm-up abruptly ceased.

He saw a sword.

No.

Maybe a knife.

Rather slender, and much brighter than metal, as if coated with a film, somewhat resembles the equipment elderly folks in the park use for martial arts workouts.

Under Jiang Chen’s tense gaze, Tanki Liuli moved the wrist sideways, letting the borderline controlled knife’s blade slowly elevate, with the tip slanted towards the ground.

The tension-filled Boss Jiang’s temple throbbed, feeling cursed.

He merely boasted.

Is there a need to take it this seriously?

Though that thing probably isn’t metal, the lethality can’t be underestimated. As long as the force is strong enough, it can still pierce a hole into someone.

"You can use your stick."

...

Did she really believe he mastered the stick technique?

In the realm, there’s an unwritten rule.

Encounter draw sword, raise knee, stick horizontal at chest, single-handed light knife, low-brow chanting... such a starting move.

If you can run, then run quickly.

If you can’t escape, then immediately beg for mercy.

But the key issue is.

The warm-up was completed, akin to pants off, calling for a pause now would be utterly awkward.

Indeed.

Still learned the bad.

If the weapon had been revealed earlier, he surely would have waved the white flag, but now was cornered on the wall.

"Brother, do you want the stick?"

The Martial Saint whimpered.

A stick.

Even the Jingu Bang wouldn’t work.

Regardless of how good the divine weapon, the user’s capability must be sufficient.

Jiang Chen was curious.

How was she able to hold back her laughter?

Looking at the exquisite Taoist who successfully trapped him, Boss Jiang’s complexion greyed and whitened, fortunately sheltered by ambient colors, not distinct, then he made quite a bold gesture, waving his hand.

"No need!"

Martial Saint reflected with awe.

Whoa.

Even without weapons.

In terms of aura, Brother Jiang Chen already won.

"Did you bring your phone?"

Seeing the duel seemed inevitable, Li Shuru suddenly said, still holding the milk coffee.

"No, what’s up?"

The Martial Saint was puzzled.

"Go get it. Dial 120 immediately if needed."

"I believe in Chen."

Martial Saint transformed into someone’s most loyal follower, even loudly cheered.

"Brother, go for it!"

Great.

The atmosphere became irrecoverably awkward.

It’s well-known, when people are cornered, with no alternatives, they may become frenzied.

So Boss Jiang’s subsequent actions were reasonable.

He raised his arm, beckoning with his finger at the single-handed knife-wielding Tanki Liuli.

"Too cool..."

Martial Saint murmured, dazzled with admiration.

Li Shuru was amused and exasperated, while curious where that guy’s confidence came from.

She naturally understood his character.

Joking aside, without some certainty or fallback, he wouldn’t dare to "show off" like this.

So what is it relying on?

Could it be relying on his stick technique?

But he didn’t have a stick.

Pfft.

For some reason, Li Shuru’s cheeks flushed inexplicably, sipping milk coffee, the red hue of her lips formed a stark contrast to the color of milk coffee, delivering a strong visual impact.

Unfortunately.

All focus was drawn to the imminent showdown.

From the fact of using a weapon proactively, it could be seen that Tanki Liuli respected every opponent, so when someone issued an invitation with a finger gesture, she didn’t exchange pleasantries.

"chua—"

Dammit!

Boss Jiang struggled to focus, but couldn’t see clearly, really couldn’t see clear, his field of vision contained only moon-white phantasm, besides, the fragrance intensified.

Twenty-to-eighty.

Li Shuru’s analysis made quite a point.

Whether lying horizontally or vertically, that could only be answered by probability theory.

At the critical juncture, or the threshold between hero and coward, Boss Jiang ultimately finally finally condescended to make his real opening move.

His hand reached for the back waist.

In the realm, encountering draw sword, raise knee, stick horizontal at chest, single-handed light knife, low-brow chanting... running is correct.

Reaching for the back waist is equally listed here!

The higher the path, the higher the demon.

The exquisite Taoist nun had grown considerably, but don’t forget who led her through this vast world!

"Hehe."

Boss Jiang grinned widely, arrogant and flashy. After tasting victory in Hui City, imitating the same method, knowing the urgency, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

"Bang—"