Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan, wielding the Snow Monarch Blade, was heading towards the Bloodscar Gang's stronghold. His steps were steady, yet not slow at all, gradually approaching the location of Uncle Han and the others.

Just then, two shots landed on the ground not far in front of him, but his pace didn't falter in the slightest, seemingly unaffected.

Then came another shot, but perhaps due to the distance, or perhaps just as a warning, the bullets grazed past him. Still, he didn't stop, and the distance closed further.

Uncle Han's heart grew more anxious at this moment. Fortunately, he saw Du Mian and the others retreating back. He immediately walked to the edge of the sentry post, pointed his cane outwards, and instructed, "Du Mian, and you two, don't let him get close! If you really have to, kill him!"

Chen Chuan's posture clearly indicated he was coming for them. He knew all too well the kind of strength a fighter could unleash within striking distance, especially one potentially wearing protective gear. If he broke through, a leader like him with little martial prowess would definitely be the first target.

Regardless of who Chen Chuan was or what his identity was, he could very well die. He certainly wouldn't care about anything else; killing him was the priority.

This strike was full of power, even stirring up the surrounding fallen leaves. He was confident that whether the person opposite was wearing protective gear or any other defense, being hit by him would instantly shatter their bones and tendons.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. When the strength in his arm was only halfway delivered, he felt his throat being grabbed.

He immediately sensed danger and instinctively activated Second Stage Force Emission. This was his unique force technique, capable of generating a second burst of force while the first was already launched, often achieving miraculous results in fierce battles.

At this moment, the mutated tissue around his chest and neck swelled up like it was being inflated, instantly forming an outward-expanding force. Under normal circumstances, this would be enough to break open anything grabbing him.

However, this time, the five fingers gripping his neck tightened immediately. Regardless of the expanded mutated tissue or the muscles and bones of his neck, they were as fragile as rotten wood under this force, instantly crushed.

Chen Chuan's gaze was calm and unwavering. He threw away the already dead Du Mian as if discarding something insignificant, and continued walking forward.

The two people on the left and right were originally planning to flank him while Du Mian attacked, but before they could even make a move, Du Mian was dealt with, and their half-completed actions came to an abrupt halt.

They looked at each other, retreated a few steps, waited for Chen Chuan to pass by, then looked at each other again and simultaneously drew pistols from their waists, aiming at the latter's back.

Chen Chuan seemed to ignore them, but at this moment, his hand seemed to move, but the movement was too fast to see clearly. Only his trench coat seemed to flutter for a moment, then two pops were heard. The heads of the two people behind him exploded instantly, and they fell straight backward.

On the sentry post side, everyone who witnessed this scene had their breath taken away.

Chen Chuan had now reached a place less than a hundred meters away from the sentry post, and he finally stopped.

He looked up, thrust the Snow Monarch Blade into the ground, grasped the hilt, and with a flash of cold light, the blade was drawn from its sheath with deceptive speed. With a flash of sharp light, his figure abruptly disappeared from where he stood.

Uncle Han was knowledgeable and a sense of terror arose in his heart. He hurriedly turned around, preparing to descend from the watchtower. He originally stood high here to see far, but now he hated himself for climbing so high.

At this time, a burst of dense gunfire suddenly rang out outside, accompanied by the sounds of miserable screams, frightened cries, and angry roars. He tightly gripped the bamboo ladder, trembling as he climbed down. Due to excessive nervousness, he almost missed a few steps, delaying him for some time.

But by the time he climbed down, the sounds outside had gradually subsided, becoming sporadic. When he staggered out of the fortress sentry post, there was no sound outside.

At this time, with the help of the light of day, all he saw were corpses scattered all over the ground. Most of those originally fierce gang members were now dismembered and scattered on the ground, while those further away had their heads exploded, a terrifying sight.

He also saw not far away the figure in the black trench coat standing there, pulling the long blade from the gang member impaled on the wall.

His breathing involuntarily quickened, his whole body trembling. Then, without a word, he turned and ran outwards, the cane hitting the ground with constant tremors, as if he might fall halfway at any moment.

But even so, the frequency of his feet moving was not slow at all, inching away with each tremor, as if this would allow him to escape forever.

But just as he had rushed out more than ten meters, panting, he heard unhurried footsteps behind him. He felt a wave of terror seize him, choking him. He wanted to shout, but the muscles in his throat were tense, and the sound he made was hoarse and short.

In this situation, he became more and more flustered, his movements became more and more distorted, and finally he inevitably stumbled and fell there, his neatly combed hair becoming disheveled.

Fortunately, the ground underneath was soft soil, and he didn't seem to be too injured. His mind was blank for a moment, and as he groped for his cane, trying to stand up again, he heard the footsteps had reached his side, and his whole body couldn't help but stiffen.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of black ankle boots and the black hem of a windbreaker pass by him, and then stop in front of him.

He didn't dare to look up at all, and knelt down there, sobbing with his head lowered, "Spare me, spare me..." He pushed forward a small leather suitcase he was carrying, "I have value, I have money, I have a lot of money, I'm willing to give it all to you..."

Chen Chuan said, "Han Chang? Were you the one who used the secret ritual to absorb life essence before? Raise your head."

Uncle Han's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head, but because the person was standing with their back to the sun, he couldn't see very clearly, only seeing the scarf fluttering slightly in the autumn wind.

He admitted, "Yes, it's me, I am Han Chang. Arrest me, I have committed many crimes, really, many crimes, you can sentence me, you can sentence me..."

Chen Chuan said, "It's you, that's right." He raised the blade of his knife and with a casual wave, Uncle Han's head flew out, and his body immediately fell to the side.

He gently shook the blade of his knife, then stuck it into the ground.

Then he took out the camera he was carrying and started taking photos everywhere, and also searched the items carried by the surrounding personnel.

This time, he didn't know who were members of the secret religion and who were members of the Bloodscar Gang, but he didn't need to distinguish. As long as they carried weapons and shot at him or attacked him, they were all killed without exception. Only some who looked like logistics and technical personnel were knocked unconscious, and he let the villagers deal with them themselves.

Now, after inspection, it can be determined that there are two people inside who are suspected of being members of the secret religion, but looking at the notes they carry, the records inside are very superficial, as if they had only learned for a short time and were temporarily brought to make up the numbers.

Although this kind of person can also arrange secret religious rituals, the effect is not flattering. The core personnel of the real secret religious rituals should not be here.

After turning around, he picked up the small leather suitcase carried by Uncle Han and left here.

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About ten minutes after he left, the villagers of Caijia Village also cautiously approached. When the people here looked at the corpses all over the ground, surprise, fear, and excitement emerged from their faces.

Guan Xiaohui looked at the残尸all over the ground, still a little unbelievable. These Bloodscar Gang members, who had made them feel like they were facing a great enemy and almost brought a catastrophe to the village, were just gone like that?

Zhen Ping looked at the surrounding scene. As a fighter, she could see that these Bloodscar Gang members didn't have any decent signs of struggle on their bodies. It was obvious that they were killed with one move, the process was clean and neat, and the two sides were not on the same level, so they couldn't even put up the slightest resistance.

The two seniors in the team who came with her were watching nervously and solemnly from the side. One person said with certainty, "It should be a third-level expert!"

The other did not fully agree, only saying, "Even if he isn't, it's not too far off. It's also possible that he took medicine."

Guan Xiaohui hesitated at this time. She approached Zhen Ping and said in a low voice, "Sister Zhen, I think that person just now seemed to be classmate Chen..."

Zhen Ping was stunned and turned her head to ask, "Xiaohui, did you see clearly?"

Guan Xiaohui said, "I didn't see clearly, but I recognize his knife. When he went to wipe out Fang Dawei and his gang, he was carrying that knife. I wouldn't be wrong, and he looks a bit like him in height and build."

Zhen Ping thought silently in her heart: "As expected, it's him, it can only be him."

She knew that Chen Chuan had single-handedly overturned the entire Mutual Aid Society. Compared to those people in the Mutual Aid Society, these remnants of the Bloodscar Gang were nothing. Whether it was equipment or personnel quality, the Mutual Aid Society was much stronger than these people in the Bloodscar Gang.

Guan Xiaohui asked again, "Sister Zhen, is classmate Chen here specifically to deal with these people from the Bloodscar Gang this time?"

Zhen Ping was not sure either. She thought for a while and said, "It's possible that classmate Chen took on a commission from some government department and came to wipe out these gang members this time."

At this time, a fighter senior walked towards them, "Xiao Zhen, go back and prepare, we need to evacuate Caijia Village as soon as possible."

"Evacuate? Why?" Zhen Ping felt very surprised.

The fighter said in a deep voice, "The coat that person was wearing just now, although it looks like just an ordinary windbreaker, it should be a stab-proof vest from the Administration Bureau."

"Administration Bureau..." Zhen Ping was shocked, and then seemed to want to say something, but quickly stopped herself. She also pulled Guan Xiaohui, who was also very clever and didn't say anything.

The fighter looked at Guan Xiaohui and comforted her, "Xiaohui, don't worry, we're just temporarily not in the village, we haven't really left. Bao Yuan is still active in this area. We won't leave until we resolve this scumbag in the team!"

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