Standing outside just now, who could have guessed the mansion would be so lively inside.

Besides those standing, there were those lying around, bodies and limbs scattered, crushing the plants; the walls of blue bricks were graffitied, and blood dripped from the leaves glistening under the moonlight.

Damn it.

So many people, pairs of eyes like wolves surrounding him, how could there be no sound at all?

It’s really a trap.

Perhaps out of anger, Boss Jiang raised his hand.

"Beep——"

Damn, they’re geniuses!

The loud horn shattered the eerie atmosphere, and caught off guard, many people shuddered; the feeling should be akin to someone suddenly banging a gong beside your ear while sleepwalking. Boss Jiang’s ancestors up to eighteen generations were probably greeted warmly.

Does Jiang Chen care?

Of course not.

Trying to show off led him into a wolf’s den. At this moment, the shock he felt probably wasn’t any less than the ghosts outside. Faces covered, appearances could not be discerned, but from the gruesome scene and pairs of green eyes, it was clear these guys were far from decent and definitely foes, not friends.

What about the century-old door faction?

Why are they all down?

Fujiwara Reiki’s security force certainly wasn’t just Sakura alone as a death warrior, but looking at the current scene, losses must have been heavy. But since these guys were still standing outside and hadn’t rushed in, it could be determined that these Japanese Samurai proved their loyalty before dying.

Hmm.

It’s indeed a time when the scent of blood can be smelled, even if the car windows aren’t open.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and asked, quite reasonably yet explosively: "Can you handle it?"

If it were an average person.

They’d be sweating profusely.

Handle it?

Look at the enemies outside.

At least a dozen or twenty individuals.

And our side?

"Outnumbered" is an understatement.

Of course.

The Four Great Kings aren’t ordinary people, but neither are our foes!

Though arriving late and missing the slaughter, analyzing the traces on site indicates it must have been extremely brutal.

Surviving such a harsh slaughter proves these masked guys must be fierce characters!

Yet, the life of wandering.

Living off such encounters.

There’s no fear of the stage.

The Four Great Kings remained silent, gripping their controlled blades tightly, expressing their answer to Boss Jiang with resolute and fierce eyes.

"Hold for ten minutes."

Though those fighting for him were as numerous as crossing fish, Jiang Chen still couldn’t bear to see those undeserving of death perish senselessly. While instructing the Four Great Kings to exit the car, he took out his phone for the sole purpose of calling the police.

What to do when in danger?

Obviously call a police officer.

Didn’t report earlier because it was catching wind and shadows without concrete evidence, but now the horror movie-like scene was right before him.

Have to admit, Boss Jiang was highly adept and adaptable, not hesitating to use any effective means to protect his rights, yet while seeking police assistance was correct, the key was whether they could be reached.

As the phone screen lit up, Jiang Chen immediately sensed something was amiss.

There’s absolutely no signal.

He distinctly sent out a location from outside.

But even seeing no signal, he still tried to call the police, but reality was harsh.

Who the hell said calls could be made without a signal?

Definitely not a phone issue.

Nor a base station issue.

It must be someone using technology to block this mansion’s electromagnetic network.

They’re really prepared.

And the perpetual inability to reach Fujiwara Reiki’s phone was explained.

"Mr. Jiang should leave first."

White Eyebrow Eagle King said, hand already on the door handle.

A wise man knows when to retreat.

When things look unfavorable, temporarily retreating isn’t shameful but rather wise; he’s not a brainless villain. Is life or dignity more important?

But the problem is.

Crashing in is easy.

Getting out is hard.

Reversing isn’t as simple as barrelling in; the angle needs to be found, and the foe’s aren’t scarecrows, keenly watching you flee.

"Boom!"

A stone already hit, smashing against the driver’s side window. Fortunately, Alphard’s quality held up, not breaking but leaving a mark.

But how many hits it can take is uncertain.

"Mr. Jiang, hurry!"

"Swish", the car door flung open, and the Four Great Kings resolutely got out, risking their lives to buy time for a man they barely knew.

Jiang Chen isn’t a villain, nor a mindless protagonist in a cliché novel, who freezes during critical moments; time is precious. After the Four Great Kings alighted, he immediately checked the rearview mirror, attempting to reverse.

"Shhh..."

A heap of metal objects scattered on the inevitable path out.

Turns out they’re caltrops.

Initially used for fencing and anti-theft, it was discovered puncturing tires was more suited.

"Bang bang bang..."

Green Wing Bat King, keen-eyed, urgently slapped the window in warning.

With Alphard’s route blocked, the enemy surged forth like wolves hunting, attacking the Four Great Kings and Alphard, from all sides, swarming with oppressive intensity.

The Four Great Kings, fearless, defended each side fiercely, meeting foes head-on.

Bloodshed rising again!

Had it been an ordinary entrepreneur, fear might have prevailed, but Jiang Chen was a person who had tasted life and death, not once but repeatedly; his mind was far more resilient than most. Metal body doesn’t guarantee safety; once surrounded, he’d be caught like a turtle in a jar, and reversing was now impossible. Thus he decisively made a choice, wasting not a single second.

Charge forward!

Released the brake, slammed the gas pedal down.

"Honk——"

Accompanying the discordant horn sound, Alphard escaped the perilous battleground, surging into the inner courtyard. However, this mansion was once a noble’s residence from a previous regime, spacious yet not designed for cars to rampage through; disregarding angle adjustments, Alphard knocked down the moon wall, dust flying up yet to settle, "Boom..."

On the windshield, two pitch-black darts appeared with force, penetrating deep into the glass, not fully piercing but causing a web-like crack.

Exactly like the weapons blocked by Golden Lion King last time.

It’s Sakura.

Thankfully expensive goods have their price.

Had it been a cheap car, Boss Jiang might have already had his head opened.

"Beep——"

Jiang Chen hit the horn suddenly once more.

Alphard burst from the dust.

Sakura’s dart paused.

Alphard halted, door opened, Jiang Chen hadn’t yet disembarked, but his voice was out.

"Look carefully before acting, could you?!"

Falling by enemy hands makes one a hero.

But falling by one’s own hands would be a fool.

Sakura remains silent, no longer in rehearsal, but her attire is significantly tidier than last time, still alone outside the house.

Small wonder those guys hesitate to rush in.

This is a human sniper rifle.

If it can break windshields, imagine the results on a human head.

Who said cold weapons couldn’t yield hot weapon results.

The situation is dire, no time for squabbles, Jiang Chen swiftly approached, "My people are outside; quickly take someone to support."

"Only me left."

Sakura succinctly made Jiang Chen fall silent.

"Where is she?"

Jiang Chen immediately asked.

Sakura didn’t reply.

Jiang Chen looked toward the memorable house behind her, swiftly passing Sakura by.

Sakura still there.

Indicates the final barrier remains.

Seemed like history repeating.

But tonight, it was destined not to be romantic and gentle.

"Swish!"

The sliding door was pulled open.

"Jiang Sang!"

Immediately next, a soft body rushed into embrace, with an intoxicating fragrance.

How increasingly it resembles time rewinding?

Last time Jiang Chen still delved into gentlemanly manners, but now he barely concerned himself with tenderness, no soothing; he pushed away the Japanese Enchanting Demon’s embrace, starting with an utterly scene-ruining question: "Called the police?"

Fujiwara Reiki shook her head, this Demoness, still radiant, seemingly unfazed by fear.

Which also showcased how fake her last act was.

"At that time, only thought of contacting Jiang Sang... Jiang Sang didn’t call the police?"

Eye meet gaze.

Silence filled the air.