I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Mold base.

Ok.

This world is far too dangerous.

Only under the protection of heavenly soldiers and generals can one feel a sufficient sense of security.

What one cannot teach another to do, one can teach another to do in one go.

Mr. Leo, who thought he had an "invincible buff," should now understand the importance of caution.

When he was carried in, the mold base took it very seriously.

The Supreme Commander personally intervened and immediately arranged a series of tests.

After a flurry of activity, it was already dark. When he saw the results from the world's most advanced equipment, the four-star general, who was used to all kinds of storms, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

It's just a minor fracture, it's recoverable and won't affect my future appearance, but I'll inevitably have to stay in bed for ten days to two weeks.

"General Benjamin."

Leo lay stiffly on the hospital bed with his neck in a cast, like a mummy. Because he couldn't turn his head, he could only move his eyes and was forced to look sideways at the highest-ranking officer of the Japanese-based fungal organization standing by his bedside.

The other person seemed distracted and didn't hear him, so Leo emphasized and called out again:
"General Benjamin!"

The four-star general, now a high-ranking official in charge of a region, snapped out of his daze. Dressed in his imposing military uniform, cap tucked under his arm, he frowned and asked sternly, "Who did this? Who is so lawless?"

Japan is his territory, his domain, and he must have a certain attitude towards it.

The "wholesome" test results did nothing to calm Leo; his pupils were colder than the outside temperature.

"We have been far too lenient with these Japanese. They have forgotten what reverence is. It's time to do something to make them rediscover reality."

Are they really from Japan?

That's incredible!

Four-star general Benjamin, of course, didn't show it on his face. Knowing that what the other party needed most right now was definitely not sympathy, he asked in a deep voice, "What should we do?"

Leo's pupils contracted, almost becoming a dot. "Killing one to warn a hundred, the Fujiwara clan is fickle, cunning, and treacherous, making them the best choice."

Fujiwara?
It's one thing to have an affair with Dongfang.

They still dare to commit such heinous acts.

Will they bring about their own destruction?

Why arrest Fujiwara first? The answer is simple: in Leo's subconscious, someone must have already run away.

Pride in one's bones cannot be killed.

Sending a large army to wipe out the Fujiwara clan in one fell swoop, leaving no survivors, is impractical, but it would be good to severely punish the ringleaders.

"Fujiwara Reiki".

Leo gave clear instructions.

Upon hearing the name, Benjamin frowned and couldn't help but remind her, "Fujiwara Reiki is now a princess and is pregnant. She is also very popular and highly respected among the people. Dealing with her without cause would probably provoke discontent throughout Japanese society."

“Love and respect? If those foolish Japanese knew that the virtuous saint they believed was carrying an illegitimate child, would they still love and respect her?”

bastard?

Benjamin was slightly taken aback.

This is explosive news!

Is this really true?

"General, you don't actually think that Fujiwara no Reiki would be interested in that disgusting dwarf of the Japanese Imperial Family, do you?"

They all seem to be cut from the same cloth.

They can't even keep their mouths shut.

Benjamin remained silent.

He is a soldier.

Not a spy.

His purpose in working here is simply to enjoy himself and make money. He doesn't care much about anything else. In other words, he's quite laid-back. Many people want to advance further, but he's not that greedy. He feels comfortable and satisfied with his current position and doesn't want it to be disrupted.

Therefore, upon hearing this information, which was enough to cause an uproar in Japan and even the world, he was briefly shocked, but then regained his composure and caution as a soldier.
"Is there any evidence?"

"Arrest her, examine the child in her womb, and we'll have evidence."

Does that mean there is no concrete evidence?
"What if they find nothing? Then we'll be in a very passive position. The Japanese people already have a lot of complaints about us..."

"General!"

Leo could easily tell that the other party was trying to evade the issue; these guys stationed overseas were always so slippery!

"I'll take responsibility for any consequences."

You are responsible.

That's easy for you to say.

Although he didn't want to "make trouble out of nothing," Benjamin was even more reluctant to offend the other party.

"I just feel that Fujiwara Reiki's identity is rather special."

Benjamin didn't want to offend him, and Leo never wanted to strain his relationship with this powerful regional official. His tone softened, but a fleeting glint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"The general's concerns are not without merit. Let's just create an accident and make Fujiwara Reiki's child disappear, so there will be no hidden dangers."

Perhaps, compared to the pain of losing one's reputation or the pain of separation by death, the latter is more beautiful?

Looking at Leo's comical appearance and sinister expression, Benjamin couldn't suppress his curiosity, or rather, his confusion.

"Was it Fujiwara Reiki who did it? Why would she do it?"

"It has nothing to do with the general."

Leo immediately turned cold and firmly changed the subject, still concerned about saving face.

Benjamin picked up his military cap and didn't reopen the wound. "Get some rest."

The phone on the bedside table rang.

Knowing that the other person was unable to move, General Benjamin stopped to help retrieve the phone. He glanced at the screen and his expression changed instantly.

Then, without making a sound, he handed the phone to Leo.

When Leo took the phone and saw the caller ID, his reaction was quite remarkable. As if he had been injected with adrenaline, his previously listless appearance quickly turned into excitement, and he even appeared radiant.

really.

The power of metaphysics is unmatched by medicine.

Just as he was about to answer the phone, he discovered a light bulb standing motionless by the bed, so Leo gave him another sidelong glance.

Benjamin seemed to realize this only then, and silently turned and left the ward.

"Clap."

The door closed.

Leo eagerly pressed the answer button, held the phone to his ear, adjusted his voice, and tried his best to sound normal:
"Ya".

"Where are you."

"I... am in Japan."

"Japan?"

"Um, is there something you need?"

Leo's voice was gentle; you would never imagine that he was lying in a hospital bed with a cast on, unable to move.

"I was thinking of inviting you to dinner. But since you're in Japan, never mind."

Leo's pupils dilated, seemingly quite surprised. "Oh, that's really unfortunate. I'll treat you when I get back to my country."

The other person gave a casual "hmm," and then, unusually, asked, "Why did you go to Japan?"

Leo's feelings could be described as flattered; it's no exaggeration to say that this was the first time the other party had ever "cared" about him.

really.

Sincerity can move mountains and rivers.

"I took care of some business and wanted to relax a bit. It's been a long time since I've been to Mount Fuji."

I don't know how they managed not to laugh.

"Ah."

"Then, wait for me to come back?"

"how long."

Leo's pounding heart gradually calmed down; he desperately wanted to fly back immediately, but—

How can he face the other party with this image?

"...There's still some time."

Left with no other choice, he could only force himself to say, "I'll contact you when I get back."

"Okay. That's it."

The phone hangs up.

Leo took a deep breath, and amidst his joy, a cruelty surfaced in his eyes.

Damn it!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The ancestral home of the Fujiwara family.

Unable to sleep, Mr. Jiang sat in front of the curtains looking at the stars, the words of Fujiwara Reiki constantly echoing in his ears.

He does have a lot of business to discuss with Cynthia, but isn't it a bit too deliberate to call her again so soon?

I don't care if I'm misunderstood by my fellow countrymen.

He didn't want foreign women to think he was a simp.

Just as Mr. Jiang was struggling with this decision, his phone rang. He took it out and looked at it.

ho.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A telepathic connection?

He coughed lightly, answered the call with feigned calmness, and gazed at the tranquil night sky, saying with an air of superiority, "Hello." It was nighttime on his end.

It should be dawn over there.

"Call Leo."

"what?"

Jiang Chen was unaware of the situation.

"He must have already planned to retaliate. Call him."

"..."

Mr. Jiang remained silent, perhaps still in a daze.

"Use the video you filmed to comfort him."

The Western goddess said from the other side.

Mr. Jiang's eyes flickered as he asked, "...What if he ignores everything?"

"He will compromise."

?

So confident.

Mr. Jiang's lips moved, but he didn't get a chance to speak.

"Go."

Immediately.

The call was disconnected.

Jiang Chen didn't dwell on the fact that he had hung up first the first two times. He put down his phone, seemed to be deep in thought, and without thinking for too long, he actually followed the other person's instructions and dialed the victim's number.

I wasn't hung up.

Connection successful.

However, there was no sound.

wrong.

there's noise.

The frequency of the breathing sounds was "terrifying".

"Is Mr. Leo alright?"

Mr. Jiang exchanged pleasantries as if nothing had happened.

"hehe."

A very impolite sneer rang out.

However, politeness is not necessary at times like this.

Don't be too proud of yourself.

“Mr. Leo, please don’t get agitated. Getting agitated isn’t good for your health. I know you’re very angry right now, but please stay calm and don’t do anything impulsive. Otherwise, it won’t benefit either of us.”

"What right do you have to negotiate with me?"

"I have your video."

He's incredibly outspoken.

I'm not worried at all about people being out of breath.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a string of curses, like dull knives cutting into flesh.

“Despicable, Oriental—”

Jiang Chen ignored her completely. He didn't know why Cynthia was so sure that his threatening phone call at this time would be effective, but he was willing to believe it.

"It's just a matter of reciprocity. I've always remembered the gift Mr. Leo gave me in Korea."

Leo neither admitted nor denied it; perhaps he lacked the energy, or perhaps he disdained it.
"You think you can threaten me with a video? Don't forget the crimes you committed here; you have defiled this country!"

Was it really necessary to say it so harshly?

However, it is quite fitting in some ways.

"So, consider it a deal: I'll keep your secret, and you'll keep mine."

Jiang Chen, who had already shared the content with several people, said without any shame.

"Innocent."

"Oh, really?"

Jiang Chen smiled. "If Mr. Leo is unwilling to cooperate, then I will have no choice but to release the video to the global media. I believe that before tomorrow, Mr. Leo's relatives, friends, business partners, competitors, acquaintances, and strangers will all see it. Oh, and by the way, Mr. Leo's sweetheart will also see it..."

Mold base.

Inside the impregnable ward.

Leo lay stiffly on the bed, gripping his phone and gritting his teeth, wishing he could sit up!
His emotions urged him to "fight it out" with the other party, but then he remembered the previous phone call.

It's agreed.

After returning to China, we went on a date.

This is a turning point that has been waiting for so long.

If this video is leaked and people see him in such a disheveled state, will the date still happen?
Everything will become a mirage.

What are people most afraid of?

It's not that I'm afraid of despair.

Seeing hope, and then having it taken away—that is the true, ultimate pain!

and so.

Leo hesitated, wavered, and became lost.

A single phone call, seemingly without any explicit conversation, merely a few casual words, yet it skillfully manipulated human nature.

What was that saying again?

A true hunter always appears as the prey.

Knowing that the other party was unwilling to admit their pride, Jiang Chen took the initiative to offer a way out.
"Mr. Leo, how about halftime?"

"hiss--"

Leo stared at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then grinned.

"Okay, halftime break."

"Then I won't disturb Mr. Leo's recovery any longer." The person was as decisive as ever. "I wish Mr. Leo a speedy recovery."

The call was disconnected.

Leo's face was ashen as he breathed heavily, trying to compose himself.

There is ample time.

There will be many more opportunities to avenge our defeat.

Leo's expression gradually calmed down. He pressed his phone and dialed Benjamin's number.
"General, the plan is canceled."

The four-star general was certainly baffled, but from his perspective, he would probably be happy to see it happen.

The less trouble, the better.

What he hoped for was world peace.

"Ok."

Look.

He didn't ask a single question.

Before the call could even end, there was a sudden "bang" sound. It turned out that Leo on the other end had smashed the phone.

I'm still not reconciled.

If it weren't for a phone call from his "crush," the outcome of trying to force him to submit with just a video would likely be very uncertain.

Having managed to collect four stars—one, two, three…—this commander was clearly a seasoned veteran. He pretended not to hear anything, hung up the phone, and then issued an order to cancel the mission.

In the ward.

The phone lay on the cold floor tiles, unbroken.

They've even lost the ability to smash a cell phone; that shows how destitute they are.

However, this is only temporary.

Before long, he will be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish and have a candlelight dinner with his beloved.

People need to have a broad perspective.

We need to have a long-term vision.

Leo stared straight at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

"Little one, thank God."

Ok.

We really should thank them.

But it doesn't seem to be about thanking the old man, God.

Even Boss Jiang and Fujiwara Reiki thought that the other party would use their connections to control the mold, but the result was—

You're overthinking it.

Or rather, the cost is too high.

Top capitalists are not best at maximizing profits, but at minimizing costs.

A simple phone call solved the problem perfectly well.

Once the child is born, and in a year or two when he/she can talk, I will definitely remember to thank the auntie.

There shouldn't be any problems.

It's not what the auntie is called.

Right? (End of Chapter)