982 You know quite a few people.

Half a bottle of mineral water was finished, and Jiang Chen let out a satisfying breath.

This is what they call finding a way out when at the end of the road, a village emerges at the bend of a river.

As a man, you have to strategize.

"Yan Guangyi."

In the million-dollar business car, the suit-wearing man who saved the day turned around and introduced himself.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen naturally didn't know this person, but the direction the plot was taking was entirely within his expectation.

Without a certain degree of confidence, how could he so boldly order the Taoist nun sister to step back? Otherwise, if the Tokyo police had handcuffed him and taken him away, the hero would have become a coward.

Upon hearing the police sirens and realizing the situation was not good, he discreetly reached into his pocket and sent out a message.

The content of the message was simple.

A universally understood word.

SOS.

No matter the skin color or race, anyone could understand it.