The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 322 Separation
Zhou Xiuwen showed no mercy, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they immediately began to disperse the crowd.

Then the people stuck there gradually began to move around and ran in an orderly fashion toward their nearest exit.

During this time, there were indeed those who, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, tried to break through the defenses to stay and watch the commotion or gather information, but they were all stopped by the dutiful soldiers. Those who were particularly unruly were dealt with decisively and brought into compliance.

This was just a small team. Whether it was Zhou Xiuwen's order or not, more than a dozen teams, with hundreds of soldiers, arrived in a short period of time and then participated in the evacuation work in an orderly manner.

As for Jiang Hui and the others... they, a group of students, should not have been involved in this chaos. However, Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian seemed to be in the know, and even seemed to be playing a different role in this special situation, so they were at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Xiuwen barely managed to distract himself before remembering that he needed to make arrangements for some of his friends who had been involved in the incident. The other party turned around and led a few soldiers over, telling them that they could just follow these soldiers straight out of the arena, where someone would be there to meet them.

As for him and Huan Xian, they would remain inside to assist the various personnel until the arrest operation was completed. Neither of them could guarantee what might happen in the meantime, so he hoped to get his friends, who had been unjustly dragged into this, back to safety as soon as possible.

Zhou Xiuwen spoke solemnly to the group, while Huan Xian stood silently to the side. However, Jiang Hui had already noticed that the other party had been glancing at the personal terminal several times, and knew that he was unable to leave his post, probably staying here to watch their arrangements because he was worried about their safety.

How could Jiang Hui and her friends be the kind of people who couldn't grasp the situation and would hold others back? They had already felt that their presence here might be inconvenient for the other two... but ever since they left the private room, the other two had been working like spinning tops, constantly on the go. Since they couldn't just abandon their friends and run away, they could only stay here like statues.

Now that the other party had made arrangements, the group didn't stand on ceremony. They solemnly reminded the two to be careful, then gritted their teeth and followed the people arranged by Zhou Xiuwen.

Huan Xian patted Clarence on the back with a calm expression, signaling the still slightly hesitant boy to leave with peace of mind.

Watching the three of them run quickly towards the nearest exit with the escorting soldiers, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Huan Xian nodded slightly to Zhou Xiuwen, then leaned against the seat in front of him and jumped down. In the blink of an eye, he had descended more than ten meters below and then disappeared into some hidden passageway.

The two belonged to two different command teams. Although there were areas where they needed to hand over responsibilities, they also had different tasks and naturally couldn't be together. That was the reason for their earlier anxiety.

If the two of them were together, protecting Jiang Hui and the others as they retreated wouldn't be a problem. However, their respective tasks, commands, and principles of loyalty differed. Staying together in such a critical situation could easily lead to mistakes.

Huan Xian was clearly pressuring them harder, and he was nearing his limit, making it impossible for him to escort his three friends off the field. Zhou Xiuwen was also unlikely to do so… In the end, he had no choice but to secretly request a few of his guards to help escort the three out. The guards naturally disagreed, but couldn't resist Zhou Xiuwen's insistence and set off anyway. Zhou Xiuwen knew they would immediately notify command to send more men, but that wasn't a problem; he felt his friends needed protection more.

I just hope they can all make it out safely in the end. Otherwise, Zhou Xiuwen will probably never have peace of mind for the rest of his life.

Good heavens, can anyone tell him why even the two or three unexpected incidents he deliberately arranged couldn't stop everyone from showing up? Despite the slightly bumpy process, they still came in the end... So it was all destined, there's nothing more to say, and there's no going back now. He can only hope everyone is safe and sound in the end, and he'll sincerely apologize to everyone later.

Watching his friend disappear from sight, Zhou Xiuwen took a deep breath, suppressing all his distracting thoughts and the barely perceptible anxiety in his heart, and solemnly greeted the belated group of people.

Although they arrived a little late, they were a special forces team meticulously trained by his father, designated A-004. This team was the fourth and final special forces unit trained by Zhou Yuanjing in his career, and it was composed of experienced elites from all walks of life, making them exceptionally formidable.

“You shouldn’t have transferred your guards… What if we don’t arrive on time and you encounter an emergency?” said a somewhat old-looking soldier in the lead, disapprovingly.

“But I can’t just call on other personnel to do this for my own selfish reasons. Since it was my own decision, I should be the one to make the arrangements. These people are my guards, and I don’t need so many people to protect me… Alright, sorry, I understand.” Zhou Xiuwen’s rebuttal was cut short. Under the watchful eye of this elder who had watched him grow up, he had to change the subject and admit his mistake.

However, after thinking about it, he was still somewhat unconvinced, so he smiled slightly and said, "Besides, aren't there you and everyone else here, Uncle Solsa?"

The sergeant named Solsa was clearly not fooled by Zhou Xiuwen's veiled "flattery." Hearing the other party's cunning words, he could only laugh and cry at the same time: "You... you can't do this again next time."

What the other side said actually made sense. Lieutenant Colonel Sorsa was confident that they were people whom Marshal Zhou had carefully cultivated for many years, or who had followed Zhou Yuanjing through thick and thin for many years, or who had directly or indirectly received his favors. They were all loyal and devoted.

The special forces team only had a few hundred people, but Zhou Yuanjing immediately called on eight elite members to handle this matter, which must have been because he was worried about his son's safety.

Having followed Zhou Yuanjing for many years, they all understood Zhou Xiuwen's importance to him and naturally kept it in mind, always remembering to protect his safety. Therefore, no matter what unexpected events occurred in this operation, Zhou Xiuwen could not be harmed; this was their and the Marshal's bottom line.

While thinking this, Lieutenant Colonel Solsa calmly took out a specially made scroll and handed it to Zhou Xiuwen. Inside was the latest information obtained from the front lines of the command, which would help the other party make new arrangements.

(End of this chapter)