169: Chapter 169 Taking the Empress Shopping at the Mall, Her Card-Swiping Style Was Too Cool

Henglong Plaza, the top-tier money pit of Tianhai City.

The massive revolving doors turned slowly, and the cold air, mixed with expensive perfume, rushed toward them.

The originally noisy first-floor lobby suddenly experienced a moment of vacuum.

It was as if a mute button had been pressed.

Everyone's gaze—whether it was the wealthy ladies carrying Hermes bags, the rich second-generation kids on the phone with their girlfriends, or the shop assistants touching up their makeup behind the counters—all turned in unison toward the entrance.

Standing there were two people.

Jiang Chen was dressed in casual wear, his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

And beside him, the woman clinging to his arm was practically a walking human nuclear bomb.

Jiang Wanqiu was wearing a men's white shirt that clearly didn't belong to her, one that was ridiculously oversized.

It was Jiang Chen's.

Because that nano-combat suit was too tattered to be seen in public, Jiang Chen had to use his own spare shirt as an emergency measure for her.

The hem of the snow-white shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, leaving her two straight, slender, and glowing-white legs completely exposed to the air.

She was barefoot, wearing a pair of large men's slippers brought from the villa, which made her ankles appear exceptionally slender.

Her long silver hair was draped loosely, and those ruby-like eyes swept coldly across the surroundings, carrying the innate, world-dominating majesty of an Empress.

Pure and seductive.

Wild.

Domineering.

These three distinct temperaments blended perfectly in her, dealing tons of critical damage to the surrounding crowd.

"My god... which celebrity is that?"

"These legs... do these legs actually exist? Even Photoshop wouldn't dare edit them like this!"

"Silver hair and red eyes? Where did she buy those contacts? They look so natural!"

The whispering surged like a tide.

Jiang Wanqiu frowned slightly, her body instinctively tensing up, and her hand subconsciously reached for her waist—even though there was no blade there anymore.

"Father God..."

She lowered her voice, staring vigilantly at the people around them holding up their phones. "These commoners' gazes are very insolent. Do you need me to... clear the scene?"

"Clear the scene, my foot."

Jiang Chen patted the back of her hand, signaling her to relax. "They are just envious and jealous. In my hometown, being watched is a privilege of the strong."

"Oh."

Jiang Wanqiu nodded, seemingly understanding. Since Father God said it was a privilege, then it must be a privilege.

The two walked straight into a flagship store named "Chanel."

Several shop assistants in the store were chatting, but upon seeing this scene, their eyes went wide instantly.

They were experienced, and they could tell at a glance that this woman wearing a men's shirt, although without makeup or jewelry, possessed a nobility in her bones that absolutely could not be faked by an ordinary person.

Furthermore, the man beside her...

"Welcome!"

The shop assistants instantly put on their most enthusiastic smiles and came forward. "Sir, Miss, is there anything you need help with?"

"Pick out a few outfits for her."

Jiang Chen pointed at Jiang Wanqiu. "From head to toe, I want everything."

"Understood! May I ask what style the lady prefers?"

Jiang Wanqiu looked at the dazzling array of clothes, bags, and shoes in the store, her eyes somewhat confused.

In the Wasteland, clothes only had two attributes: whether the defense was high, and whether there were many pockets.

But the clothes here...

Those silks as thin as cicada wings, those dresses covered in sequins—they looked like they couldn't even withstand a single bite from a mutated mosquito.

"This..."

She picked up a dress priced at 88,000, glanced at the tag, and immediately gasped.

"88,000?"

Jiang Wanqiu leaned into Jiang Chen's ear and asked in shock:

"Father God, has the price level in this world collapsed?"

"A piece of rag like this actually costs 88,000? In Dawn City, this many energy points would be enough to buy ten power armors! And fully loaded with ammunition at that!"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

He rubbed Jiang Wanqiu's head, his tone full of doting:

"Don't convert it using energy points. Here, money is just paper."

"Paper?"

"Yes, just paper."

Jiang Chen took out the black card from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and waved it in front of Jiang Wanqiu:

"As long as I have this card, I can print as much of this paper as I want."

"So..."

He turned around, looked at the expectant shop assistants, reached out, and gestured casually across the clothing racks.

His movements were dashing and unrestrained.

"This row, this row, and that row over there."

Jiang Chen's tone was flat, as if he were buying cabbage at a vegetable market:

"Pack them all up in her size."

"And those shoes over there, I want one pair in every color."

The shop assistants were stunned.

A few seconds later, an irrepressible exclamation broke out.

"Pack... pack them all?!"

"Sir, are you sure? These are the latest seasonal items, and combined they would..."

"Swipe the card."

Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered with small talk and handed the black card over directly.

"Beep—"

As the POS machine spat out the receipt, the atmosphere in the entire store instantly reached a climax.

Jiang Wanqiu watched as the shop assistants busied themselves like mad, packing the exquisite clothes into bags, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"No mutated beast cores? No gold?"

"Just with a small card?"

She looked at Jiang Chen's profile, the adoration in her eyes practically overflowing.

Too strong.

Is this the power of Father God?

Without wielding a weapon, without shedding a drop of blood, just by using a black card, he made these seemingly difficult women obediently offer up all their treasures.

This was even more impressive than conquering a city in the Wasteland!

"Father God, the way you swiped the card..."

Jiang Wanqiu hugged Jiang Chen's arm, her cheeks flushed, her voice soft and sweet:

"Was so cool."

Jiang Chen enjoyed the Empress's adoration, feeling great.

"This is nothing, just standard procedure."

Just then.

His gaze swept over a mannequin in the corner, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

On that mannequin was an extremely classic set, full of youthful spirit—

A JK uniform.

A dark blue blazer, white shirt, red bowtie, and that plaid pleated skirt that was just the right length.

In Jiang Chen's mind, the image of Jiang Wanqiu with her silver hair and red eyes wearing this outfit instantly appeared.

That sense of contrast where purity and seductiveness, innocence and murderous intent coexisted...

Hiss.

His nosebleed was getting hard to suppress.

"Take that set down."

Jiang Chen pointed at the mannequin and said to the shop assistant.

"Certainly, sir! You have great taste; this is this year's limited edition school style!"

The shop assistant deftly took down the clothes and handed them to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took the clothes and walked over to Jiang Wanqiu, his expression becoming solemn, even carrying a hint of seriousness as if he were trying to fool someone.

"Wanqiu, you have to try this outfit."

"What is this?"

Jiang Wanqiu picked up the pitifully short skirt with a look of disdain. "Father God, this is too short! It can't even cover my bottom! And this fabric... it has zero defensive capabilities!"

"That's where you don't understand."

Jiang Chen lowered his voice, leaned into her ear, and started spouting nonsense with a straight face:

"This is Earth's unique—[Tactical Camouflage Suit]."

"Camouflage?" Jiang Wanqiu was stunned.

"Yes, camouflage."

Jiang Chen pointed at the passersby around them who looked harmless:

"In this world, the greatest weapon isn't blades or swords, but—cuteness."

"Wearing this outfit, the enemy will think you are a weak student, and thus lower their guard. Then, when you suddenly draw your blade..."

He made a throat-slitting motion:

"Instant kill!"

"This is the God Realm's top-tier tactic—[Cuteness-Based Infiltration]!"

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned listening to this.

She looked at the little skirt in her hand, her gaze gradually becoming serious.

So that's how it is!

As expected of Father God! Deeply calculating!

Utilizing the enemy's contempt to deliver a fatal strike! This tactical philosophy is even more profound than "The Art of War"!

"I understand!"

Jiang Wanqiu nodded solemnly and took the clothes, as if she were receiving a sacred suit of armor:

"Wanqiu will go change now!"

"I will definitely not live down the reputation of this 'Tactical Camouflage Suit'!"

Watching her march valiantly into the fitting room.

Jiang Chen turned around, found a sofa to sit on, picked up a bottle of Evian water, took a sip, and a mischievous, expectant smirk curled his lips.

JK Empress?

Silver hair and red eyes?

This image...

If it were posted online, the servers would probably crash again, right?