Atlas of Heaven and Man

"It's okay?"

A ferocious expression appeared on Zhuo Bao's face. "You saying it's okay doesn't make it okay. If this isn't resolved today, you're not going anywhere." He pointed at him with the hand holding the cigarette, "If you can't find the murderer, then you'll take the blame."

Chen Chuan looked up at him. "So, you're just being unreasonable?"

Zhuo Bao scoffed, revealing the arrogance of someone who doesn't care about anything. "When has the Blood Scar Gang ever needed to be reasonable?"

Chen Chuan hummed in acknowledgement. "Actually, I think this is exactly how I imagine gang members to be."

Zhuo Bao felt very uncomfortable because Chen Chuan's casual and calm demeanor made him feel like his threats and pressure had no effect. The more Chen Chuan acted this way, the more he wanted to force him under his will.

"Do you think I'm all talk? Forget it..."

He then brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag, and the remaining half of the cigarette instantly turned red and burned, then scattered into sparks and ashes. He raised his head, looked at Chen Chuan, and revealed boundless malice. "You are the murderer!"

The burly leader showed a look of horror. "Crap, the boss's old problem is acting up again!"

Zhuo Bao was also known as 'Mad Bao' in the gang. He usually seemed quiet, but you never knew when he would suddenly lose control of his emotions. When he went crazy, he didn't care about anyone, not even his own family. If he wasn't so good at fighting, no one in the gang would be able to tolerate him.

At this moment, after he said those words, his body lunged forward, suddenly pressing down on Chen Chuan. As soon as he moved, the surrounding lackeys only felt a blur before their eyes; his speed was too fast for them to follow.

Immediately after, they seemed to hear a muffled thud. With the sound, they finally caught Zhuo Bao's figure again. At this time, he was suspended in mid-air, his body still maintaining a forward-rushing posture, with one hand pressing forward.

However, this hand, which was pressing down with the strength of his entire body and even his momentum, was caught by Chen Chuan with one hand. The latter stood firmly on the spot, not moving even half a step. Although the subsequent force was still constantly surging, it couldn't force him back.

Veins bulged on Zhuo Bao's cheeks. This was the mutated tissue within his body unleashing power. His hand pushed forward desperately, trying to knock the person opposite him down.

But he seemed to have encountered a solid and thick wall, and he couldn't push it even half an inch. His elbow gradually bent, and his body trembled under this exertion.

Chen Chuan's calm gaze met his at this moment. Zhuo Bao grinned, and then a sudden tremor flashed before his eyes. The lackeys only heard a loud bang, and Zhuo Bao flew out horizontally. The sofas and decorations he passed along the way were like being swept by a hurricane, all being knocked away.

Only then did Chen Chuan slowly lower the foot he had kicked out.

Driven by that force, Zhuo Bao crashed into the wall. With a dull thud, his body first stuck there for a moment, and then seemed to be pushed back out, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward.

But he just shrugged his back and straightened his body again, raised his head and stared at Chen Chuan, and twisted his neck with his hand, looking like he hadn't suffered any injuries. However, his eyes became more and more dangerous, and the blood scar on his chest became more and more bright red.

After Chen Chuan kicked Zhuo Bao away just now, he also took a quick breath. After the Second Limit, he could activate the power of the mutated internal organs and muscles together, but he was currently in the initial stage of growth, and he couldn't immediately mobilize all of his power at once. He needed a process of accumulation and mobilization.

Using breathing to coordinate here was still the most efficient.

After a few breaths, the mutated tissues all over his body became active as if awakened. This time, without waiting for Zhuo Bao to come over, he took the initiative to walk towards him.

As one of the Blood Scar Gang's top fighters, one of the Five Claws, Zhuo Bao had obviously also reached the Second Limit. In fact, most top fighters were basically at this level.

But this only meant that the degree of body mutation had reached a certain stage, and could not be used as a standard for measuring strength, especially since the mutation of ordinary people only strengthened a certain internal organ, far less comprehensive than his.

The Snow Plume Saber in his hand was not drawn at this time, still held in his left hand. As he came in front of Zhuo Bao, the latter also lowered his body, his hands separated to both sides, staring at him, his body rising and falling slightly with his breathing, as if supported by a force, giving the feeling that he could leap up with a light breath.

At this moment, Chen Chuan's body remained still, only his wrist lifted slightly, slashing the Snow Plume Saber upwards at an angle. Even if it was not unsheathed, under the blessing of his power, it would be enough to break bones and tendons if it hit.

Zhuo Bao was prepared, jumping back a little. Immediately, he saw the momentum of the saber change, turning into a chop in mid-air. At this time, he had not yet landed. His two feet were lifted lightly, stepping on the wall behind him one after the other. At the same time, his body curled backwards, his whole person seeming to stick there, squinting at the Snow Plume Saber as it cut down from in front of his face.

At this time, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly came together, as if forming a knife. His legs then kicked hard, taking advantage of Chen Chuan's forward chop missing, he darted out.

In this instant, his toes pointed at the wall behind him, his body completely stretched out, and his arms stretched forward with all his might, just like a leopard leaping into the air.

At this time, you could still see something arching under his skin, starting from the heel, passing through the legs, back, and all the way to the back of his hand. At the same time, the flesh there also turned red and hot, and even white gas wafted from the front end of the hand knife, as if the air was torn apart.

Chen Chuan calmly watched his movements. At this moment, he shifted his center of gravity backwards, the front foot that was moving forward retreated again, and his left hand was brought along, bracing the Snow Plume Saber to the upper right.

And with the force of that previous strike, and the movements of this fight, the blade actually slid out a bit from its sheath. Just as Zhuo Bao's fingers were about to touch his chest, a flash of bright light reflected within the living room, and a section of muscular forearm was sliced off by the blade!

Zhuo Bao's arm was severed, but his face didn't show any emotion, he didn't even blink. He was still maintaining his forward rushing posture, his legs about to leave the wall, and in that instant before they separated, he tapped his toes, exerting force one last time.

While his whole body continued to accelerate forward, a surge of energy seemed to rise from his abdomen, causing his entire chest to expand outwards, his mouth slightly opening.

This surge of energy was the power from his mutated lungs. At close range, if this breath hit someone's face, it could shatter the face, concuss the enemy's skull, and directly end the battle.

But before he could exhale this breath, a fist came crashing into his face, and with the sound of teeth and bones cracking, not only was his entire face deformed, but that wisp of breath was also blocked inside. His whole body was sent flying backward by this force.

His body drew a parabola, flying from near the doorway of the room all the way to the corner of the distant wall, before crashing down heavily.

This time, a powerful force forcibly poured into his brain, causing him to lose consciousness instantly. At this moment, his eyes rolled back, his upper body was lying face down, while his lower body was flipped over, with one foot still hooked on the overturned sofa, his whole body contorted into an unnatural, twisted posture.

Seeing that he had completely lost his fighting ability, Chen Chuan glanced at him and then stopped paying attention. This Zhuo Bao probably had some brain problems, actually daring to fight him empty-handed when he clearly saw him holding a knife.

Wielding a weapon and not wielding a weapon are two completely different things. Even someone whose strength was a level higher than his, if they fought him barehanded, he could still take care of them within a few moves.

He resheathed the Snow Monarch Saber, turned around and walked to the door, reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob, and with a gentle turn, opened the door. However, before he could go out, those gang members seemed to have come back to their senses at this moment, and they subconsciously pulled out their guns, aiming them at his back.

Chen Chuan paused in his steps, his eyes swept over them. Since they had resorted to guns, then there was nothing to talk about. He pushed the door forward, closing it with a 'click'.

At the same moment, outside the arena, a series of sharp whistles rang out. A large number of armed vehicles from the Patrol Bureau surrounded the Bloodscar Gang members in the square, with large-caliber rifles pointed at everyone, driving them one by one to the center of the square, and ordering them to put down their weapons.

The crowd parted, and Wei Laohu walked out from within, gun already raised, shouting loudly: "Let me see who dares to move! Listen up, anyone who dares to show their teeth will be shot dead!"

"Yes!"

Wei Laohu looked around a few times, handed the matter here over to a deputy, and led a team of people into the arena. Once inside, everyone quickly dispersed, occupying all the entrances, exits, and observation points. He led a few people upstairs, looked at the tightly closed door, had people guard both sides, and then came to the front with his gun raised.

But before he could kick the door open, he saw the door open from the inside, and Chen Chuan, holding the Snow Monarch Saber, walked out easily, his clothes neat and tidy.

Wei Laohu immediately lowered his gun, looked at him, and said: "Xiao Chuan, are you alright?"

Chen Chuan smiled and said: "Uncle Wei, I'm fine." As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Wei Laohu walked to the door, looked inside, saw the scattered bullet casings on the ground and the bullet holes in the wall, and his face suddenly darkened: "These grandsons used guns?"

Chen Chuan nodded and said: "Yes."

"Then there's nothing to talk about, it's okay to shoot them all dead." Wei Laohu looked at the dozen or so Bloodscar Gang members lying on the ground, his eyes filled with coldness.

According to the laws of Da Shun, anyone who dares to use a gun in the city without a weapon permit will be shot dead without question. This rule applies to everyone, even ordinary citizens are innocent, let alone a Wu Yi Class A student like Chen Chuan who possesses a weapon permit.

"By the way, where's Zhuo Bao?"

Wei Laohu had received the news when he came that Zhuo Bao had also come here, and he had also received Chen Chuan's call, so he attached great importance to this matter today, and applied to the bureau for a large number of people to come over.

Chen Chuan gestured and said: "He's lying in the corner."

Wei Laohu turned his head to look, carefully identified him, and found that it was indeed Zhuo Bao. He was shocked, this was one of the Bloodscar Gang's Five Claws, known for his arrogance and difficulty to deal with, but now he had become such an unsightly mess.

"Xiao Chuan, you did this? Good job, even Zhuo Bao has been taken down by you, is he dead?"

Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said: "He probably still has a breath left."

"Good job, Xiao Chuan!" Wei Laohu came up and patted him on the shoulder, "This kid Zhuo Bao has always been very arrogant, and lawyers have always bailed him out when he committed crimes." He sneered a few times, "This time, I'll see if I don't peel off a layer of his skin!"

Chen Chuan said: "Uncle Wei, if there's nothing else here, I'll go back first."

"Go back!" Wei Laohu waved his hand at him. Then he looked at the people at his feet and began to roll up his sleeves, "Go back and rest early, leave the rest to your Uncle Wei."

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