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Chapter 533 - 471, okay (thanks for the tip! Keep going with the two-in-one!)

Chapter 533: 471, okay (thanks for the tip! Keep going with the two-in-one!)

Jiang Chen returned to the hotel, took a bath, and changed into a clean set of clothes.

When he got back to the hospital, he saw two French police officers standing in the corridor outside Pei Yunxi’s ward, chatting idly.

It was a sort of conditional exchange.

Pei Yunxi remained silent, and they provided basic protection.

Jiang Chen pushed the door and entered.

Pei Yunxi had fallen asleep again, the moonlight spilling over her flawless face, adding a frailty that made her look like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

Jiang Chen watched her quietly.

This woman.

Was stronger than he had imagined.

Not like some celebrities, who make a huge fuss over a minor cut.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The sound of someone knocking on the door arose.

Bai Haoran entered through the door.

"Young Master Jiang."

He was holding a few food containers in his hand.

Jiang Chen made a silencing gesture, whispering, "Let’s talk outside."

Bai Haoran nodded, placed the food on the table, and then followed Jiang Chen out.

"Young Master Jiang, I just went to the police station, and the police have found that jeep."

Jiang Chen’s gaze sharpened.

"What about the people? Were they caught?"

Bai Haoran shook his head.

"Only a black man’s body was left inside the car, the rest of the gunmen have fled."

Jiang Chen recalled the scene from the day.

The two men in suits seemed to have indeed hit the gunman in the backseat of the jeep, which was also why the attackers had retreated,

"Has the body been identified?"

"Not yet, but it is certain that the black man is not French. The police suspect he’s from an armed force abroad. They do not rule out the suspicion of him being a terrorist."

"They cannot possibly be terrorists."

Jiang Chen said with certainty.

Terrorist attacks.

It may be a distant term for the common people in his country, but in the democratic West, such incidents happen now and then.

One often hears the news of extremists taking up arms and storming into schools or supermarkets to enact real-life battle royales.

Terrorists kill people without a clear purpose.

But that jeep was different.

It had clearly targeted both him and Pei Yunxi.

"I also don’t think it was a terrorist attack,"

Bai Haoran’s eyes flickered with a sinister look, "Young Master Jiang, I suspect they were sent by Takagi Gentarou."

Takagi Gentarou.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Indeed.

According to the analysis of their motives, only a desperate Takagi Gentarou would be the most likely suspect at this time.

Never underestimate the madness of these capitalists.

Not to mention ordinary people,

even presidents; how many have been assassinated throughout history?

"Young Master Jiang, we should fight back. We must make Takagi Gentarou pay!"

Bai Haoran said in a low voice, completely disregarding the fact that French police were not far away.

"How do we fight back?"

Jiang Chen asked calmly.

A fierce look flashed across Bai Haoran’s face as he said concisely, "Fight fire with fire. He violated the business rules first. I’ve already contacted the relevant organizations. As long as the price is right, they are willing to take on this job."

Humans die for wealth, as birds die for food.

Jiang Chen did not doubt the audacity of some criminal gangs abroad.

But still,

"You have that kind of connection here?"

He asked somewhat surprised.

"It was Joe Bankton who introduced me,"

Bai Haoran explained.

Jiang Chen understood.

Bai Haoran patiently waited for his instructions.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder.

"We’ll talk about this later. Right now, we don’t have enough evidence to prove that it was definitely Takagi Gentarou’s doing."

Bai Haoran hesitated, wanting to object, but eventually did not and acquiesced, "Understood."

The close brush with death had left Jiang Chen quite angry. At the instant he heard Bai Haoran’s suggestion, he too felt a surge of retaliatory impulse, but in the end, he restrained himself.

He admitted he was no saint.

The people who got hurt outside the Parc des Princes that day effectively acted as human shields for both him and Pei Yunxi.

But that was out of desperation, with no other choice.

If he handled the situation Bai Haoran’s way, wouldn’t he become the same as the masterminds behind the shooting?

No matter what the world becomes, everyone should preserve a sanctuary in their hearts.

"Brother Jiang, you’ve worked hard. Go back and rest,"

He said gently.

Jiang Chen knew Bai Haoran well.

But he didn’t keep Bai Haoran by his side just to turn him into a blade, or a killer who only knew how to solve everything with violence.

"Young Master Jiang, I’d rather stay here," Bai Haoran said.

Jiang Chen knew what he meant and smiled, "The police are here; there’s nothing to worry about. They wouldn’t storm the hospital unless those people really were terrorists. Go back."

Seeing that, Bai Haoran could only nod and then turn to leave.

Jiang Chen turned around and re-entered the ward.

Pei Yunxi was awake without him knowing when.

"You’re awake, just in time. Brother Bai just brought some food."

Jiang Chen unwrapped the food containers, moving them to the bedside table, and tentatively asked, "Can you move?"

Pei Yunxi didn’t respond, just looked at him.

Although Jiang Chen had thick skin, he wasn’t unreasonable; after all, her injuries were to her legs, but her hands were fine.

He helped to adjust the head of the bed up.

Pei Yunxi took the bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Chen pulled up a chair and sat by the bed.

This truly was a romantic dinner.

Although Bai Haoran was a man of the world, he had a thoughtful touch, choosing food that was light, and Pei Yunxi wasn’t picky either.

"When can I be discharged?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

"You really don’t take good care of your body, huh? You’ve just been admitted, and you’re already thinking about leaving? Even so, you’ve been shot; if you don’t heal properly, you might end up with a permanent limp. Do you plan to depend on me for the rest of your life?"