Atlas of Heaven and Man

Chen Chuan stood at the edge of the ritual pattern, constantly watching for changes in his second self. After waiting for about two or three minutes, the blurring above suddenly disappeared. His eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward to dig up the soil there.

At this moment, the dummy inside had actually disappeared, leaving only the upper jawbone behind.

Success!

He bent down and reached out to pick up the upper jawbone. The instant he touched it, he saw a burst of intense blurring emanating from his second self.

Clearly, it couldn't be felt without touching it.

That's exactly what he wanted.

Now, the problem here was considered solved. As long as he took the upper jawbone back, no one here would suffer from the intrusion again.

He put the item into his bag and strode away from there.

While he was dealing with this matter, the "City Cleaning Team" of the Central City had already cleaned up the scene at the Golden Shrimp Building.

The City Cleaning Team was not just about collecting corpses and cleaning up the scene, but also responsible for identifying traces, collecting data, and reconstructing the scene and the specific process at the time.

These would eventually be uploaded to "Vasara" for data storage, so that similar situations could be compared with the data next time.

However, all the field information records at the scene were deleted by Wu Bei, and most of the corpses were destroyed again by the gang members who arrived later, making it impossible to make an accurate reconstruction.

Therefore, the details could only be supplemented by having people who arrived at the scene record them in the form of written records. However, written records, due to their reliance on experience and subjective elements, were not allowed to be used as first-hand records according to regulations, and could only be used as a reference, greatly reducing their importance. In all likelihood, they would be sealed in a remote corner.

But the aftermath of this matter did not subside. The Golden Shrimp Team had its own headquarters and a team of elites. In addition to legitimate commissions, they also had their own gray channels. Besides doing shady work for the upper echelons, they also often engaged in illicit business with certain gangs.

The fact that such a team was wiped out in one day immediately attracted the attention of keen reporters and news media teams who rushed to unearth the inside story.

The Golden Shrimp Team had indeed made offerings to several big shots, but now none of them showed any reaction to this. Even the traces of these people's existence were wiped clean afterwards.

Just as Chen Chuan thought, unless there were extremely deep-seated interests involved or they were simply related, these people would not only not support the Golden Shrimp Team, but would quickly cut ties when something happened to them. Anyway, there were plenty of people willing to work for them, and if one batch was gone, they could just replace them with another.

This incident also caused quite a stir in the client circle, but no one spoke out for the Golden Shrimp Team, because these people never followed the rules and were extremely ruthless, with almost no bottom line. Even some people who thought they were already very ruthless couldn't stand it.

It was because these people mainly took on abnormal commissions and did some shady work in private, and there was no overlap in business between them and the clients, so no one usually said much. But that was also why, this time, no one sympathized with their destruction; on the contrary, they were all gloating.

After Lao Qi dealt with Xiao Man's matter, he returned home, found a place to hide the money bag as soon as possible, and went to bed. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He first saw his daughter's message in the Boundary Screen, and couldn't help but smile.

In the past two days, he had been considering things, so he entrusted his daughter to his brother-in-law to take care of her. Now it seemed that she was having a lot of fun.

Then he saw the contact interface flashing non-stop. The intensity of the light was almost enough to make him dizzy. He got up to wash up while opening it to check, and knowingly asked, "Aji, what's the matter, so early in the morning?"

An impatient voice rang out: "Lao Qi, do you know? That Golden Shrimp Team is finished."

Lao Qi pretended to say, "Golden Shrimp? Which Golden Shrimp?"

"Which Golden Shrimp else?" The voice suddenly rose, "The Golden Shrimp Commission Team."

"What?" Lao Qi's tone revealed shock and disbelief, "It's them?"

"It's them! Don't you know? The scene was terrible. It is said that the implants and equipment were stripped off. Tsk, this kind of rough method looks like it was done by the Moss Gang, only picking the good stuff, don't want the junk and cheap stuff.

If it was the guys from the sewers, how could there be any corpses left? The Moss Gang has made a fortune this time, how come I can't encounter such a good thing?

Lao Qi cooperated and made a surprised sound: "You mean? It wasn't the Moss Gang who did it, they just picked up a bargain?"

His tone was slightly exaggerated, which was not his usual style, but fortunately, the guy on the other side was in high spirits and eager to satisfy his desire to confide, so he didn't pay much attention to this.

"Who said it wasn't? When the Moss Gang arrived, it was all over. Tsk tsk, Jing Li spent a lot of money for this group of people, maybe the income of these years has been invested in it. If this order was all done by me, I could retire tomorrow."

These words made Lao Qi feel a little heartache. Yes, this was a lot of money.

But in reality, they couldn't get it. Dealing with this kind of black goods also required channels and background, otherwise it would rot in their hands and they wouldn't be able to get rid of it, and in the end, they would only become custodians for others.

At this time, he asked again with nervousness and expectation: "By the way, you haven't said yet, who did it?"

"There's some truth to that..." Old Qi thought that it was good if everyone thought that way, so that Chen would not be implicated, nor would they.

He chatted for another ten minutes or so to appease the caller and ended the call. He then checked the contact platform of the client and found that everyone was discussing the matter.

Their words were full of admiration for the people who had taken action, wondering which deity they were.

Old Qi was also a participant. Looking at the words of praise and amazement, he felt a little secretly pleased, but he couldn't take the initiative to say anything, so he had to hold it in his heart, which made him a little itchy.

In the end, he simply closed the interface to avoid seeing it, made himself breakfast, and received a message from Chen Chuan halfway through, asking him to take some time to count the cash in the money bag and let him know the amount later.

Old Qi immediately felt a sense of being trusted. After agreeing, he went back to count it and found that it was a round number, exactly 100,000 yuan.

This amount of money was indeed a lot, and it could be called a huge sum. He knew there was a lot, but he didn't expect there to be so much.

He immediately contacted Chen Chuan and Wu Bei, informing them of the amount.

Wu Bei was a little curious: "Did they keep so much cash to buy something?"

Old Qi thought for a moment and said, "Possibly, but they also take on a lot of black jobs privately. This money can't go through the platform, so it's also possible that it's a deposit from someone else."

Chen Chuan said, "There's no need to worry about the purpose. Everyone contributed this time. You two should also take a portion of it."

Wu Bei thought for a while and said okay. He wasn't short of money, but he felt that if he didn't take it, it would seem like others wouldn't take it either, so he might as well take it.

Old Qi said seriously, "Brother Chen, Brother Wu, I'm not being pretentious. I need money, but I only contributed a little this time, so I can only take the part that I should take." Although he desperately needed money, he wouldn't reach for what didn't belong to him. He knew his limits.

Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Brother Wu and I will each take 25,000, and you, Old Qi, will take 5,000. The rest will be used as the team's public funds. Old Qi, I'll give you another 20,000, which will be used as an expenditure from the public account for you to replace your implants. You'll need to contribute more to the team in the future."

Wu Bei also said, "That's right, Old Qi, your implants are too old. Get a good set."

Seeing that the two of them were taking care of him, Old Qi felt a little touched. This time, he didn't refuse, but said solemnly, "Okay, I'll go replace them later."

Twenty thousand yuan wouldn't even be a fraction of the cost of high-end implants, but if it was just for upgrading and expanding, and only limited to civilian use, it would be enough if he saved a little. The key was to find a reliable implant doctor to maximize its functionality.

After Chen Chuan ended the call, he looked at the maxilla placed on the desk in the study. With this weird tale, he wouldn't need medicine for the time being.

However, weird tales don't exist indefinitely. If they don't affect outsiders, they may eventually die out on their own.

This is why when all the people in a place die, the weird tale disappears with them.

And he had a second 'me' to bear the intrusion for him, which was equivalent to creating an uninhabited environment. Over time, it would disappear, but the duration of this continuation would be very long. A few months should be no problem. The need for medicine wouldn't be so urgent for the time being.

He withdrew his gaze and noticed the Boundary Token, finding the teacher who had previously tried to contact him.

He didn't have time before, but now he could reply. After all, he was a teacher at the academy, and it was during the holidays. It would be impolite not to reply to someone who took the initiative to send him a message.

He sent a message back, expecting to wait a while, but he didn't expect it to connect so quickly.

"Is this Teacher Wu? I'm student Chen Chuan."

"It's me."

Teacher Wu spoke in a deep bass voice, "Hello, student Chen."

Chen Chuan said, "I've seen the information you showed me, Teacher Wu. You said you can help me improve my combat skills in a short period of time?"

"That's definitely certain."

Teacher Wu replied with a certain tone, "I have personally instructed more than three hundred students, all of which are verifiable. I have extensive teaching experience. You can choose to believe me."

Chen Chuan pondered for a moment. In fact, a large number doesn't mean anything, because good teachers actually take the elite route, teaching fewer people and focusing on quality.

He said politely, "Does Teacher Wu have any suggestions?"

"Student Chen Chuan, I've seen your information. You're from a small city. Of course, I don't mean to look down on you, I'm just stating a fact. The combat skills in small places still carry traditional and backward ideas.

And I have a set of tutorials here. As long as you learn them, you can make up for your shortcomings and deficiencies, ensuring that you can pass the school's assessment. The price of this set of teaching materials is not high, and I can give you a discount." As he spoke, he sent over a material introduction, "You can take a look first..."

Chen Chuan glanced at it and said politely, "Okay, Teacher Wu, please allow me to take a look first."

On the other end of the Boundary Token, in a messy and dark room, a man with deep forehead wrinkles and a somewhat neurotic appearance stared straight out the window after ending the call, repeatedly muttering, "He'll look for me again, he'll look for me again..."

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