"No worries, go about your business, I'll take a stroll."

After finishing dinner, Cao Jinse offered to see him off but was rejected by Boss Jiang.

Life is precious.

It's obvious what water the CEO of Ying Electric drank in front of the whole world.

Cao Jinse didn't bother with formalities and entered the car under the protection of bodyguards.

Jiang Chen stood by the roadside, smiling and waving.

The convoy departed.

Jiang Chen rubbed his facial muscles, put his hand down, took out his phone, opened the navigation, and then leisurely strolled along the route alone.

A walk after meals keeps you healthy till ninety-nine.

Returning from here to the Peninsula Hotel, the navigation showed it was over forty minutes on foot, but Boss Jiang wasn't lacking in patience.

On the way, he passed by a dessert shop, thought about it for a while, and still stopped.

No idea if Taoist nun sister has eaten.

Patting his chest, he assured he's genuinely concerned, not for any other reasons.

Without the rush to go somewhere, the feeling was indeed different; walking alone through Tokyo streets, Jiang Chen felt exceedingly carefree.

Just following the recommended route from the navigation. Passing by a building, his relaxed mood vanished for an instant when he saw the four big characters on the gate plaque.

Yasukuni God Toilet.

Famous worldwide, even People of Shenzhou who haven't visited Dongying should have heard of it.

These few days wandering around Tokyo with Taoist nun sister, Jiang Chen deliberately ignored this place, yet he couldn't avoid it.

Could it be fate's arrangement?

Holding desserts, Jiang Chen stopped at the entrance of Yasukuni God Toilet, changed direction, planning to go inside to use the restroom.

Back home, even the most deceptive tourist sites maintain a baseline: at least, public restrooms are free; but when Jiang Chen tried to use the toilet, he was stopped and asked for money.

The guard spoke in Japanese, Boss Jiang naturally couldn't understand the meaning, but he could interpret through body language.

Being an international metropolis, an Asian financial center, even claimed as the roof of the world, yet a foreign friend has to pay to use the restroom?

"Baka."

Discontented, Boss Jiang said to the stern, imposing guard.

After all, his Japanese skills were really not extensive.

Visibly, the guard's eyes widened, hesitated for a moment, probably caught off guard, yet moments later, his face abruptly darkened.

Though Asians look quite similar, they can definitely distinguish non-kindred individuals.

Even if Dongying people are humble and courteous, they aren't pet dogs. Even if they were, they'd recognize only one master; for a person from Shenzhou to be unruly and arrogantly insulting on their own turf, how could that be tolerated?

The tanned guard began to make a move, attempting to shove Jiang Chen.

Despite not matching Taoist nun sister's immortal prowess, with years of observation and consistent training, he could handle three or five people easily without allowing them close, deftly retreating, effortlessly dodging the guard's pushes.

The guard halted, perhaps recognizing Boss Jiang's "uniqueness," reached for his waistbelt, and drew out a nightstick.

Many rushing to use the restroom, definitely more lively than today's Imperial Palace visit.

The clash at the God Toilet's entrance caught the attention of the pilgrims; everyone stopped and gathered to watch.

Not being allowed to use the restroom is one thing, but is it necessary to get rough?

Wanted to communicate, but due to limited cultural knowledge, seeing the guard approaching with the nightstick, Boss Jiang had no choice but to opt for self-defense.

"Bang."

No frills.

A clean, straightforward kick sent the guard holding the nightstick flying, landing on the steps before the God Toilet, grimacing and curling in agony.

Indeed.

What can one expect from a restroom keeper?

Seeing more and more people gathering, Boss Jiang, holding the desserts for Taoist nun sister, planned to leave.

If not allowed to use, enduring it isn't impossible.

After all, he has always favored peace.

But who knew a bunch of guys suddenly rushed out, probably alerted by the commotion or received a notification, about seven or eight of them.

For a restroom, this many people.

The fallen guard was helped up by his colleagues, endured the pain for a short exchange, then those restroom watchers looked at Boss Jiang with increasingly hostile and fierce eyes.

In life, it's unnecessary to overly concern oneself with others' views; otherwise, living becomes exhausting.

Boss Jiang, having endured sneers during college, always upheld this belief, ignoring those glances completely, intended to leave nonchalantly.

"Chink pig!"

Jiang Chen couldn't understand the other shouts, but he grasped this term.

His figure suddenly paused.

Those people, full of momentum, surrounded him.

Restroom watchers are indeed different.

Even the store owner who refused service to people of Shenzhou only put up a sign outside, and the phrasing was "People of Shenzhou, please do not enter," quite polite.

Jiang Chen only felt fortunate Taoist nun sister wasn't present.

Indeed.

He was fortunate for their sake.

The crowd spontaneously retreated.

These restroom guards met expectations, brandished their fists, and charged at Boss Jiang.

Although Boss Jiang has decent skills, he's ultimately alone; three to five couldn't get close, but now it's seven to eight.

The desserts bought for Taoist nun sister became a weapon, Boss Jiang tightened his grip on the plastic bag, then swung it, smashing it on the first man's forehead, the desserts inside shattered, and that person fell.

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