Stepping over the threshold of the shrine, Jiang Chen looked impeccably dressed, seemingly refreshing his spirits with a sigh.
The burly men patrolling nearby had disappeared.
"Miss Fujiwara."
The boss Jiang, just in his early twenties, shouted full of vigor.
No response.
As the host, leaving without saying goodbye?
A bit impolite, isn't it?
Having resolved his personal issues, there was naturally no reason to stay, Jiang Chen walked out of Yasukuni God Toilet.
More friends, more paths, it's true.
Leaving without any trouble, the entrance had returned to normal, except for a few drops of blood left on the steps to be cleaned.
Back at the hotel, the Taoist nun sister finally got up, sitting on the sofa reading a book.
That Western woman's beauty was exceptional, but it still felt like the Taoist nun sister was a cut above, even sitting quietly, she's a calming sight.
"Had anything to eat?"
Asked Boss Jiang.
