Atlas of Heaven and Man

Hu Qian and Lao Wan stared blankly at Chen Chuan's figure. The scene in the hall was nothing like what they had imagined. The dazzling sunlight fell on the blood-stained ground and the flickering blade, making them feel dazed for a moment.

Hu Qian, being a member of the review team, quickly regained her composure. She scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, searching for the location of 'Boxer,' and found him without much effort.

He was in the most conspicuous place, relatively intact compared to the others, with a natural expression, the kind that could be pieced together for a photo op.

Her tense expression relaxed, and she chuckled at her own nervousness.

This 'Boxer' was quite a figure, and with his team, he was quite powerful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been listed as an assessment target.

However, the assessment she had envisioned involved prior reconnaissance, planning, and finally a fierce conflict, or at least a smoother execution of the plan. What happened was something she could never have imagined. She couldn't help but ask, "Is that it?"

Lao Wan was silent for a while before finally grunting in agreement.

Chen Chuan had sensed the two people entering, but he didn't turn around. He still stood with his knife, his gaze fixed on the staircase above. Just then, footsteps came from above.

Hu Qian and Lao Wan noticed it too and raised their guns, aiming at the staircase.

The footsteps were steady and measured. Soon, a middle-aged man in a top hat walked down the stairs.

Hu Qian raised an eyebrow, lowered her gun, and said, "Lao Feng, you're here?" She said with dissatisfaction, "You were here and didn't even tell me?"

Lao Feng was a little helpless. He hadn't seen what had happened. He was still looking for a good observation spot when he suddenly heard gunshots and rushed over. How could he have had time to notify her? As for him coming down from upstairs, wasn't it to maintain appearances?

Seeing that they knew each other, Chen Chuan smoothed his fluttering scarf and put down his knife.

Just then, the sound of cars arriving came from outside. Lao Feng's expression turned serious, and he said, "It seems another guest has arrived. I'll go handle it."

With that, he walked down the stairs and headed outside, nodding to Chen Chuan as he passed by.

Hu Qian walked up and said, "That's our review team's evaluator, also a special envoy from the bureau. He's responsible for scoring your performance." She turned to Chen Chuan, looking him up and down, and said, "Little brother, not bad. You took care of things so quickly. You're really efficient. I was worried for nothing."

Chen Chuan said earnestly, "Sister Hu, thank you." He also said to Lao Wan, "Thank you, Brother Wan." Regardless, these two rushed in to help him without knowing the situation. He had to acknowledge their kindness.

"Thank you for what?"

Hu Qian looked around, somewhat relieved. "Little brother, you've really opened my eyes. No wonder Lao Feng is so concerned about you. I've never seen him pay so much attention to any other trainee."

Meanwhile, outside, a series of blue cars drove into the street. In the middle of them, a stretched luxury car carried a handsome man in his thirties with a coat draped over his shoulders and a small mustache.

The person in the passenger seat glanced ahead. He had good eyesight and noticed that all the windows of the building were broken. He turned back and said, "Boss, we've arrived, but it seems there's a problem ahead."

The handsome man asked, "Send someone to check it out."

Lao Feng had already walked onto the street and stopped in front of the convoy. The cars slowly stopped in front of him, and a team of people emerged. Except for those who stood guard on both sides, the rest pointed their guns at him.

Lao Feng felt the wind was strong outside and pressed down on his top hat with his hand. His eyes were fixed on the luxury car, ignoring the guns pointed at him.

The handsome man remained in the car, but a burly security guard got out and approached Lao Feng. He sized him up, raised his chin, and asked, "What's your business?"

Lao Feng reached into his coat, causing the surrounding people to raise their guns slightly and shout, "Don't move!"

Lao Feng remained calm and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm alone."

The handsome man put his hand to his mouth and coughed, saying, "I won't disturb the Unification Bureau's business. Goodbye." He nodded and turned back to the car.

Soon, the convoy began to back up, turn around, and head back the way they came.

Inside the luxury car, an aide suddenly asked, "Boss, that man is just a functionary from the Unification Bureau. Why give him so much face?"

"You believe everything written on a business card?"

The handsome man glanced at him, then said seemingly casually, "Besides, the Bureau of General Affairs is all-pervasive. Who knows, maybe there are people from the Bureau of General Affairs around me? I wouldn't want to have a gun pointed at my head while I'm sleeping one day." He said to the driver in front, "Ah Xing, don't you think so?"

Ah Xing said without turning his head, "Boss, I don't understand these things."

"Don't understand? It's good that you don't understand." The handsome man smiled, then said regretfully, "What a pity about that combat spider. It was Taryana's best portable biological weapon."

Old Feng didn't turn back towards the building until the convoy had left.

Chen Chuan had already sheathed the Snow Monarch Blade and stood near the window with the blade in his arms. The fluttering ochre-red scarf was still very conspicuous even in the blood-stained ground.

Hu Qian was checking the surroundings. Apart from a few lackeys with faint breaths and the unconscious Bee Woman, most of the people had been killed with a single strike, so cleanly and neatly that it made one's scalp tingle.

Seeing Old Feng return, Chen Chuan asked, "Special Commissioner Feng, I heard from Sister Hu that you are the evaluator for this assessment. I wonder if I have passed this test?"

Old Feng looked at the severed limbs and broken corpses all over the ground and suddenly felt that he was a little unfair in yesterday's evaluation.

He said solemnly, "The specifics still need to be reported to the review team for confirmation, but in my opinion, Student Chen, you have severely injured or killed all the assessment targets, which has met the requirements. There should be no problem with passing this assessment. Student Chen, perhaps I should congratulate you in advance."

Chen Chuan was relieved to hear his confirmation. He glanced into the hall and asked, "Then may I ask, Mr. Feng, what should be done with the things left behind by these people?"

Old Feng smiled and said, "All spoils of war during the assessment period can be taken away by the assessed student. Student Chen, don't be embarrassed. Although our funds are tight, we have always been very generous to capable students."

Chen Chuan asked, "Including that combat spider?"

Old Feng said very肯定的, "Including that combat spider as well. You can take away whatever you need. Someone will come to collect the corpses."

Chen Chuan nodded. He had already retrieved the gold notes from Fist Lion's body. This thing was not only his but also belonged to the other students who participated in the operation, so he had to take it back.

As for the other things, guns, vehicles, etc., he couldn't handle them at all and couldn't possibly take them away. However, he could hand them over to Hu Qian to deal with.

He walked over and told Hu Qian his thoughts.

Hu Qian said, "Little Brother Chen, I can help you exchange the rest of these things for money. You should still take back the combat spider. It's too conspicuous to keep it here, and it's not good for business.

As for handing it over, I advise you not to think too much about it. The higher-ups don't like this thing. It will be deducted during the intermediate links and will probably be given to some bastard, or it may be thrown in the warehouse to gather dust. You should still keep it."

Chen Chuan thought for a while and said, "I heard that this thing needs to eat some high-energy nutrients?"

Hu Qian said indifferently, "It's okay. If you don't need it, you can let it hibernate. Even if it can only be used once at a critical moment, it's worth it. Look around here again. There should be some left behind."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay, then I'll leave the rest to Sister Hu. Sister Hu and the team members have worked hard, and some should be distributed this time. Please also leave a share for Mr. Feng."

Although Old Feng said that he didn't want anything, he wouldn't really think so. Besides, whether to take it or not was Old Feng's choice, and whether to give it or not was his business.

Hu Qian said, "Since Little Brother Chen trusts Sister Hu so much, I will definitely handle it properly for you. I will remember Old Feng's share." Then she turned around and instructed, "Lao Wan, go call people, let's get to work."

She looked around again. Although this time she was still doing the work of collecting corpses, it was the most enjoyable one, because this time all the dead were people who deserved to die.

While things were being handled here, Old Feng had already returned to the hostel alone. He went to a hidden room, closed the door, took out a fountain pen, and immediately began to write a telegram draft, but he was not satisfied after writing it several times. He felt that he couldn't express it properly, so he wrote half of it, crumpled it up, and threw it aside.

In the end, he thought about it and simply repeated the content, and then added three exclamation marks at the end, which he usually rarely used!

After writing, he squatted down, took out a radio from the cabinet, placed it on the table, and then put on his headphones and began to send the message.

As the ticking sound rang in the room, the content of this telegram was transmitted by radio waves, passed through relay stations on the vast land, and sent to the General Station of the National Bureau of General Affairs located in a secret area, and presented to the reviewer by a confidential staff member.

Just half a day later, another telegram was sent from the General Station.

Old Feng had been guarding the radio and had not left. When he heard a specific signal from the radio, he was immediately excited and recorded the subsequent telegram code.

He quickly took off his headphones and then translated the content based on his memory.

"Having been verified by relevant departments and personnel, Chen Chuan, a student of Yangzhi Wuyi Academy of Dashun Republic, meets the regulations of the review team during the assessment process, and is confirmed to have passed the assessment evaluation, and is allowed to issue a Class B Unlimited Defense Certificate." The signature is: "Dashun National Unlimited Defense Certificate Review Team, Dashun National Bureau of General Affairs."

For some reason, after receiving this telegram, he, the evaluator, felt inexplicably excited.

Sitting in his seat to calm down, he casually burned the original telegram draft, then stood up, came out of the room, looked at the wall clock, eleven o'clock in the evening. Although it was very late now, he felt that he should not wait until tomorrow, and should immediately tell the young man this news.

… …

… …