170: Chapter 170 The Empress Changes into Modern Clothes: JK Uniform? Jiang Chen Gets a Nosebleed

Outside the VIP fitting room on the top floor of the Hang Lung Plaza.

Jiang Chen sat on a six-figure leather sofa, holding a bottle of Evian water. He appeared to be drinking, but his gaze was drifting, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

His heart was racing.

This was even more nerve-wracking than his standoff with the Eagle Nation special forces on the moon.

After all, he had just personally selected a set of highly lethal "equipment" and handed it to the Wasteland Empress, who knew nothing about Earth's clothing.

"Mr. Jiang, you have such great taste."

The sales associate nearby looked on with envy, her eyes filled with gossipy little stars. "Your girlfriend's figure is absolutely stunning. That golden ratio—even supermodels would have to step aside."

"That's right."

Jiang Chen put down the water bottle, his tone revealing an irrepressible pride. "She's had training."

Cutting down mutant beasts every day, how could it not be stunning?

"Swish—"

Just then, the heavy velvet curtain in front of him was slowly pulled open by a fair, slender hand.

There was no hesitation or shyness as he had imagined.

Jiang Wanqiu walked out with long strides.

In that instant, the entire fitting room seemed to have been muted.

The clothes in the sales associate's hands dropped to the floor.

The water bottle in Jiang Chen's hand was crushed with a "crack," splashing water all over his hand.

Beautiful.

Unreasonably, devastatingly beautiful.

Jiang Wanqiu's waterfall-like silver hair was draped casually over her shoulders, creating a stark visual contrast with the exquisitely tailored navy blue blazer she wore.

Underneath the blazer was a shirt so white it practically glowed, with a red bow tied at the collar.

Looking down.

There was a plaid pleated skirt only a palm's width wide.

As she walked, the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, revealing a pair of peerlessly beautiful legs—straight, slender, and full of power.

She wasn't wearing stockings.

Her skin, delicate as mutton-fat jade, was exposed to the air without any concealment, with a faint pink hue at her knees. On her feet were small black leather shoes, paired with white cotton socks that reached her calves.

Pure.

Sensual.

Cold and gorgeous.

This "aloof upperclassman" image that should only exist in 2D anime was now standing alive before Jiang Chen.

Especially those ruby-like eyes.

They still carried that cold, majestic disdain for the world, yet they were paired with this uniform full of youthful vitality.

This extreme contrast was nothing short of a nuclear-level mental attack!

"Pfft—"

Jiang Chen felt a surge of heat rush into his nasal cavity, completely uncontrollable.

He jerked his head back, clamping his hand tightly over his nose.

Damn it!

Who the hell could withstand this?!

This wasn't just any JK uniform.

This was clearly a "garment of ascension" prepared for men!

"Father God?"

Jiang Wanqiu frowned as she looked at Jiang Chen, who was looking up at the ceiling with a pained expression.

She walked quickly to the mirror, looking at herself wearing this "strange fabric," her eyes filled with deep suspicion and confusion.

"This clothing..."

She tugged at the excessively short skirt hem and touched her unprotected thighs, her tone as grave as if she were analyzing enemy intelligence:

"It is too irrational."

"The defensive capability is zero. The femoral arteries are completely exposed, there is no armor on the chest, and there isn't even a place to hide a dagger."

Jiang Wanqiu turned around and looked at Jiang Chen with a serious expression:

"Father God, are you sure this is a 'tactical disguise uniform' from the God Realm?"

"With this design, I wouldn't survive three minutes in the Wasteland."

"And..."

She squirmed a little uncomfortably, her cheeks slightly flushed:

"It's chilly down there, I always feel... as if I'm not wearing any pants."

Jiang Chen managed to stop his nosebleed and grabbed a tissue, wiping it hastily.

He looked at the Empress, who was earnestly discussing "tactical practicality," and forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, putting on the air of an expert.

"Wanqiu, you don't understand."

Jiang Chen walked over and adjusted the slightly crooked bow for her. His fingers inadvertently brushed against her warm neck, and his heart fluttered again.

"This is called the — [Absolute Territory] tactical suit."

"Absolute Territory?"

Jiang Wanqiu's red eyes narrowed slightly. "Could it be a high-level force field shield?"

"Ahem, something like that."

Jiang Chen spouted nonsense with a straight face:

"Think about it, when you appear on the battlefield dressed like this."

"What is the enemy's first reaction?"

Jiang Wanqiu pondered for two seconds: "They would think I am a weakling with no threat."

"Exactly!"

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers:

"This is psychological warfare!"

"The tactical core of this outfit is to use this 'seemingly weak' visual deception to lower the enemy's vigilance!"

"And..."

Jiang Chen pointed to her dazzlingly white thighs, his tone deep:

"This design is intended to minimize air resistance to the maximum extent and increase your agility."

"When you perform a kick, the hem of the skirt flies up, which can also cause a 'blinding' effect on the enemy's vision, causing them to be distracted for a moment, thereby revealing a weakness!"

"This is called — beauty... no, it's visual interference strike!"

This logic was simply impeccable.

Jiang Wanqiu listened, stunned.

She looked at herself in the mirror and tried raising her leg to perform a side kick.

"Whoosh—"

The skirt hem flew up, revealing a breathtaking flash of white (that was the safety shorts Jiang Chen had specifically chosen; after all, he was a decent person).

The movement was indeed very light, and without the shackles of power armor, her speed was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.

"So that's it..."

Jiang Wanqiu suddenly realized, the suspicion in her eyes turning into admiration:

"As expected of Father God!"

"This tactical concept is simply too advanced!"

"Using the enemy's contempt to land a killing blow, and also being able to control the rhythm of the battlefield through visual interference..."

She clenched her fists, a confident smile appearing on her face:

"I understand!"

"This is a divine assassin outfit specifically designed for 'close-quarters combat'!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Although it sounded a bit strange, but...

As long as you are happy.

"Alright, stop studying tactics."

Jiang Chen took out his black card and handed it dashingly to the sales associate, who was already dumbfounded:

"Swipe the card."

"This set, and the ones she tried on earlier, I'll take them all."

"Also, this type of... ahem, this kind of tactical socks, give me a dozen, both black and white."

"Yes, sir! I'll wrap them up for you right away!"

The sales associate was beaming from ear to ear, looking at Jiang Chen as if he were the God of Wealth.

Five minutes later.

Jiang Chen carried large and small bags, leading a refreshed Jiang Wanqiu out of the store.

All the way down from the top floor.

The turnaround rate was off the charts.

Three hundred percent!

The men and women who were originally shopping couldn't look away once their eyes swept over Jiang Wanqiu.

The men stared with wide-eyed straight gazes, while the women were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Absolutely stunning.

That cold, noble queen temperament, paired with this extremely youthful JK uniform, plus that iconic silver hair and red eyes.

It was just like a 2D waifu walking out of a manga!

"Click! Click!"

Don't know who started it, but the surrounding passersby took out their phones and started taking pictures of the two of them frantically.

"Holy crap! This level of beauty is heaven-defying!"

"Is it some celebrity? Or an influencer?"

"This cosplay is so accurate! Silver hair and red eyes, which anime character is this?"

"That guy looks a bit familiar... isn't that God Jiang who sells raincoats?"

Facing the dense flashes and discussions around her.

Jiang Wanqiu's steps stopped abruptly.

Her body tightened instantly, like a leopard entering unfamiliar territory.

Those red eyes, which had originally carried a hint of shyness, instantly turned cold.

"Father God."

She lowered her voice, her palm habitually reaching toward her waist—where a high-frequency vibrating dagger disguised as an accessory was hidden.

"So many 'observers'."

"Is that black box (phone) in their hands locking onto us?"

"I have reason to suspect..."

Jiang Wanqiu narrowed her eyes, murderous intent surging in her eyes, her voice cold enough to freeze:

"These mortals are harboring evil intentions."

"Do you need me to... clear them out?"