Atlas of Heaven and Man

The assistant argued vehemently, "Those are Supervisor Zhao's security personnel, provided by the company for supervisors. Why can't they be taken along? If something happens to Supervisor Zhao, can you bear the responsibility?"

Peregrine remained unmoved, his tone cold and unforgiving, "That's true within the Central City, but during transport missions, every individual is part of the transport team's defense force, even Supervisor Zhao himself. However, considering his physical discomfort, I personally agreed to his return.

If Supervisor Zhao feels this arrangement is inappropriate, he can send a telegram to the head office to appeal. If the head office approves, I personally have no objections."

Zhao Qian gestured to stop the assistant from continuing to argue. Telegrams take a lot of time to send back and forth, and with his physical condition gradually worsening, he couldn't afford to delay any longer. He had to return as soon as possible. Besides, with Chi Duan escorting him, they should be able to handle most situations.

Zhao Qian was lying on the seat on the side, but he keenly noticed something was wrong and weakly asked, "What's going on?"

Chi Duan sighed and said, "Someone is blocking the way. Mr. Zhao, do you remember the last time you sent me to Yangzhi? I was stopped by this person in front of us."

The moment Zhao Qian heard those words, his expression suddenly changed, because he knew who Chi Duan was talking about. If it was that person, even if he was in perfect condition, he and Chi Duan combined might not be a match.

Chi Duan considered for a moment and said, "I can try to hold him off for a while, but Mr. Zhao, you'll have to travel the rest of the way on your own."

Zhao Qian said decisively, "That's the best decision."

Fighters are capable of running faster than vehicles in a short amount of time, and destroying a car's balance and equipment is not difficult for them. So, if no one confronts him now, the person opposite could easily overturn the vehicle. Hiding inside the car and trying to avoid a fight is definitely not a good idea.

Someone had to go down and stop him.

Chi Duan said to the assistant, "Take good care of Mr. Zhao." With that, he pushed the door open and stepped out.

Zhao Qian waited for the sound of his footsteps to move forward, then whispered, "Drive!"

The driver responded and quickly turned the steering wheel to the side, increasing the speed. Zhao Qian couldn't see the specific situation outside, but he could hear the sounds of fists and feet colliding. As they passed a certain point, the car body shook violently, as if it had jumped, and then landed heavily, stabilizing. The driver and assistant's breathing instantly became very rapid.

However, the car quickly moved away from the sounds of the collision.

At this moment, Zhao Qian felt as if the abnormality in his body had disappeared. He regained some strength, took a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to the assistant, and instructed, "Send this telegram."

This was a backup plan he had left, but he didn't know if it would be in time.

After the assistant went to send the telegram, he drank some water and then allowed himself to fall asleep. He needed to use sleep to accelerate his recovery.

However, it seemed like he had only closed his eyes for a short time when he felt the car slow down again. Zhao Qian was very sensitive to this change. He immediately opened his eyes and noticed that the assistant was tense, seemingly trembling slightly. Realizing something, he said in a deep voice, "Help me up."

The assistant quickly helped him sit up. Zhao Qian looked over and saw a car parked on the side of the road. A figure stood there, holding a long saber. A brown-red scarf covered the lower half of his face, and the wind blew, causing the scarf to flutter continuously.

The assistant was sweating profusely, somewhat panicked, and said, "Supervisor, that's a Bureau of General Affairs uniform. What, what should we do?"

Zhao Qian looked at the figure, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Send another telegram. Send our current location and coordinates."

The assistant quickly turned to the side and put on his headset.

Zhao Qian stared ahead. Although he had never actually met Chen Chuan, he had seen his photo. The moment he saw the figure, he instinctively felt that the person standing in front of him was Chen Chuan. He pondered for a moment and instructed the driver, "Ram him!"

"Yes."

The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator, speeding up and crashing towards the person standing there. In fact, he had been thinking earlier that it would have been better to just crash into the fighter they encountered earlier, why bother getting out of the car?

Chen Chuan stood there quietly, holding the Snow Monarch Blade. Although this was not in the city, and he couldn't see the scene of the Weird Tales tearing apart the target like he did that day with You Xing, he could sense from the feedback of the Weird Tales that the destructive power this time was not small.

The return of this special vehicle further proved that Zhao Qian had suffered considerable damage, so he had no choice but to return towards Central City.

Everything was as he expected.

And next, it was time to end things.

Watching the vehicle accelerate towards him, he didn't dodge, but instead took the initiative to walk forward, increasing his speed. At the moment just before the two were about to collide, he suddenly took a step to the left, and at the same time, spun around, slashing the long saber in his hand horizontally at the speeding car body!

Zhao Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he leaned back abruptly.

The upper end of the car body was immediately cut open by that section of the blade. When the blade cut through the metal protective plate, a string of jumping sparks burst out, spreading all the way from the front to the rear, and almost the entire roof was cut open!

When Chen Chuan passed by the vehicle, he stopped and glanced back. Seeing that the vehicle became crooked after going some distance, he knew that although he had intentionally spared the driver just now, the severed connecting pillars and broken windows made it impossible for him to control the vehicle stably for a while.

At this moment, he took another step forward, and everything around him suddenly slowed down. His figure suddenly darted out, passing through the glass shards still dancing in the air, and instantly arrived behind the car. He leaned his shoulder against it and bumped it, and the entire car immediately lost its balance, spinning and shifting sideways until it crashed into the roadside guardrail with a bang, where it stopped.

Chen Chuan reached out and pressed down his top hat, slowly walking over with his knife.

Inside the vehicle, the driver sat there, not daring to move, looking at the figure in the right rearview mirror gradually approaching, his face full of horror. He now understood why he had to stop when he encountered someone.

Zhao Qian was lying inside. The assistant, not wearing a seat belt, had already fainted in the collision just now, but although he suffered heavy damage, relying on the physical fitness of a fighter, he was not injured at all.

At this moment, he quickly groped and pulled out a refrigerator from under the car seat. After opening it, a burst of cold air emerged, and he took out a syringe from inside, pierced it into his neck, and injected all the scarlet liquid inside.

In just an instant, a force filled his entire body, and he seemed to regain his vitality. After taking a deep breath, he pulled on the buckle at the top of the wall, and a two-handed longsword fell down.

He grabbed it, then kicked open the car door and crawled out from inside. At first, he looked a little weak, but after getting outside, he gradually straightened his body and walked towards Chen Chuan.

He stared at the black and bright eyes above Chen Chuan's scarf. After a few steps, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chuan, throwing a punch at him.

However, just as the fist reached halfway, it was grabbed by a hand, and at the same time, the scabbard of the long knife slammed against his cheek, and the whole person was immediately knocked away.

In mid-air, he wanted to adjust his body, but the alienated tissues and internal organs were severely damaged, and he couldn't control his body at all. So he fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times on the ground, and finally propped himself up with his hand, staring at Chen Chuan, thinking: "Did he take the medicine...?"

He originally wanted to take down Chen Chuan in one breath with the speed of the third limit, but Chen Chuan actually kept up with his movements, so he must have taken the medicine beforehand.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, spat out a few broken teeth, reached out and took the sword, raised it, and with a light shake, the blade detached from the side-opening scabbard, and he held the hilt with both hands, raising it to the side, the blade pointing straight at Chen Chuan.

As Chen Chuan walked forward, he raised the Xue Jun knife, gently wiped it with his other hand, and the scabbard flew out. He took steady steps towards Zhao Qian.

After Zhao Qian waited for him to get closer, he tapped the ground with his toes and moved forward. Halfway through, he lowered himself and switched to holding the sword with one hand. The sword light flashed and stabbed towards Chen Chuan's face.

Chen Chuan raised the blade with both hands to probe and block, but Zhao Qian quickly pulled the blade back, avoiding the blade, and then made an extremely swift thrust forward. However, Chen Chuan's blade momentum was continuous, and at this time, the blade fell downwards again. If the thrust remained unchanged, it would inevitably be cut in half.

Zhao Qian changed his move again, raising the hilt of the sword upwards with both hands, while twisting his waist and abdomen, trying to use this force to swing the blade to parry the blade, and then using the momentum to spin the sword from the other side and slash back. If this strike succeeded, it would be enough to cut Chen Chuan diagonally in half.

However, as soon as the two sides' weapons made contact, he felt a force transmitted along the blade. Any skill or momentum needed to rely on strength to support it. Without enough alienated tissue to support him, he was not enough to block this force. Not only could he not turn the planned sword momentum, but even the long sword was shaken away.

In the next moment, he saw a flash of light from the blade, and his heart felt cold. Suddenly, the strength he had mustered after taking the medicine quickly dissipated. But before he could collapse, he felt his vision slowly rising.

After Chen Chuan pierced Zhao Qian with a knife, he held the hilt with one hand and steadily raised his arm, slowly lifting the entire person into the air. He calmly looked at the latter and asked, "Was Senior Brother Shen's sister taken away by you that day? Where is she now?"

Blood kept spilling from the corner of Zhao Qian's mouth and flowing down. He勉力curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile, "So you want to ask this, I won't tell you, you will never find her."

At this moment, Chen Chuan suddenly felt something. He glanced back and found a person squatting on the guardrail on one side. This person was wearing a pair of protective glasses, a motorcycle helmet on his head, and two narrow blades on his arms, but they seemed to be fixed by implants on his arms.

He turned his head to look, and the man grinned, pulled down his protective glasses, stood up straight, and looked at Zhao Qian, "Are you the employer? Am I late or not?"

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