Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 1372 Scattered Light Gently Smoothed

Inside the banquet hall, the lights were dazzling, and the place, which was originally filled with a noisy and extravagant atmosphere, was now deathly silent.

In that instant, apart from fighters who had reached a certain level, most people couldn't see what exactly happened.

All they knew was that there was a flash of light, and when they could see clearly, there was only a headless corpse in front of them. What was even more terrifying was that the corpse then quickly disappeared, turning into a pile of rubble.

They quickly realized that this was the same person who had spoken up against Chen Chuan earlier, but who had ended up like this in an instant.

This result silenced most people. The Ministry of National Affairs was already a highly intimidating institution of violence, and this situation only instilled fear in them more.

Some of the political figures present remained silent, while some company executives who were involved with the arrested individuals were all somewhat uneasy, but no one dared to move for fear of becoming the target of attention.

Zhan Jiyue looked at the gravel on the ground; he, too, couldn't see clearly what had happened at that moment.

But he was quite close just now, and he seemed to sense something vague in his mind that allowed him to reconstruct the general process.

This is Liang Qin, who has a history of challenging opponents recklessly in Da Shun more than once, only to be nearly killed by the agreement. Even so, he still enjoys it and does it again and again.

This kind of madness makes many fighters wary. The problem is that as a fighter of Dongxuan Temple, the country cannot give up such a fighting force, so it has been tolerating his behavior until he causes great damage.

Now, he was defeated in just one exchange, which feels incredibly disconcerting. But upon further reflection, this seems perfectly reasonable for Chen Chuan, because this is the true measure of a top-ranked fighter in the world.

Global influence is not a standard for evaluating a fighter's strength, but those ranked at the top certainly possess formidable combat power!
Not far from them, Fang Shucheng had retreated as experiencedly as he had during the conversation between the two, but even so, he still felt immense pressure.

Even a battle at the level of Dongxuan Temple, even if it's a clash in another field, the slight spillover of that field still caused all the mutated tissues in his body to shrink and stiffen.

Not only him, but his team members were also frozen in place, and the arrested people and the surrounding guests were in even worse condition, all of them lying unconscious on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

But as elites of the affairs department, they had undergone numerous simulation training sessions and possessed a certain level of physical resistance. After only a short while, they recovered from their discomfort, stepped forward, picked up Zhu Mian, who was still dazed from the effects, and handcuffed him.

However, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't immediately disable the other party's communication device. This caused Zhu Mian to come to his senses and hurriedly send a message to someone using his boundary token.

"Old Chai, Old Chai? Aren't you supposed to be protecting us? Hurry, don't let him take me away!"

Old Chai on the other end remained silent. He was indeed responsible for protecting the Zhu family, but he had to be selective about who he was protecting. Openly obstructing the Security Affairs Department was a criminal act, and he felt he could not cover it up, as it would go against his conscience.

Zhu Mian sent messages to the other side repeatedly, but received no reply, which filled him with despair.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the gazes cast upon him from all directions, some with surprise, some with pity, some with mockery, and some with schadenfreude.

He had never suffered such humiliation before, and he struggled desperately. As he wished, a surge of energy rushed into his head, causing him to faint on the spot.

Fang Shucheng approached Chen Chuan, saluted, and said, "All targets have been apprehended."

Zhan Jiyue looked in a certain direction and used his mental power to transmit a message to Chen Chuan: "There is a person in the private room who seems to be from the old imperial family."

Chen Chuan's eyes flickered slightly. Although he was there to arrest someone, other matters were still under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of State Affairs.

He could keenly sense that the appearance of this person dressed as a member of the former imperial family was no coincidence, but rather that he must have some purpose.

After comparing the data with the database, it was found that this person had no identification documents and could not even be considered a real person.

There's no point in arresting them.

So he glanced over there, told the resonators outside to record the specific information, and then said, "Let's call it a day."

Fang Shucheng responded solemnly, said something to the other team members, and immediately took the target of this arrest, as well as the dying fighter, and quickly followed Chen Chuan's departing footsteps.

They entered very suddenly and forcefully, and left just as decisively and quickly, leaving the VIPs sitting there somewhat dazed.

After a while, once it was confirmed that they had indeed left, the whole place erupted in uproar.

Some people were angry and cursing, some were complaining, and some, after realizing that the field barrier had been lifted, couldn't wait to contact the outside world to make accusations or vent their frustrations.

Even the usually glamorous celebrities were now pale-faced. Seeing these people, including Zhu Er, who were usually high and mighty and whose fates could be decided by a single word, being taken away by this man, most of them were terrified.

In fact, most of the people sitting here have some kind of backing, and some are even members of the "Naturalist" faction. But now they feel that this identity can no longer provide them with protection.

Many people, having some connection with Zhu Er, were afraid of being implicated and didn't want to stay any longer, so they left without saying a word.

Before leaving, many people looked at Ying Bailu with pity and schadenfreude. She had just been promoted and hadn't enjoyed much of the glory when she suddenly lost her patron and backer. Things were bound to get tough for her.
Ying Bailu sat there, seemingly unaffected, lost in thought. This led everyone to believe she was just putting on a brave face.

However, most people did not notice that she seemed to emanate a unique spiritual power, silently whispering in her heart: "The plan has failed."

Inside the private room, Old Du remained seated, not leaving the room the entire time. Despite his high rank, he understood the true nature of the world and knew that the matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
He has no intention of getting involved in this mess.

Only after Chen Chuan and the others left did he turn around and say to the man in ancient clothes in a friendly tone, "It seems we can't continue this discussion today. You know what to do, right?"

The man in ancient clothes bowed to him with his hands clasped, then knelt down. After a while, the vibrant color on his face faded, and he turned into a pale white paper figure.

Old Du glanced at it, used his cane to support himself as he stood up, walked out, and said to Jie Ping, "Make sure it's handled cleanly."

He was escorted out by security personnel and walked to his car. After getting in, he immediately contacted someone in his contacts.

After the call connected, he said, "Old Zhu, it's me. Yes, you received the message? Yes, your good son invited me here."

"Let me give you some advice: if you can get your son released, arrange for him to go abroad as soon as possible. Don't let him stay in the country. You can't afford to play this game. Alright, you'll have even more trouble ahead of you, so handle it carefully."

After finishing his call, he glanced at the still brightly lit Hanquan Old Palace, then closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and after a while said softly, "It's different now."

Meanwhile, countless messages were being sent from Hanquan Palace to various parts of Zhongjing. It should be noted that everyone arrested by the Affairs Department tonight had a powerful background and many connections behind them, which was bound to alarm various relevant agencies and many powerful figures.

Beneath an abandoned ancient pagoda in Zhongjing, Liang Qin lay there, seemingly unable to move.

His body was covered with hundreds of festering wounds and holes from which large amounts of metallic-looking blood flowed out, quickly filling the bottom of the basement.

This was the backlash caused by his forceful attack on Chen Chuan using his clone, which triggered the agreement. Because this was done by using his own power to restrain him, even though he was a martial artist from the Dongxuan Temple, he couldn't recover immediately and had to heal slowly like an ordinary person. This was destined to be a long and agonizing process.

But he didn't care about any of that, even though it caused him severe suffering; all he cared about was satisfying his fighting spirit.

As the blood continued to flow out, it gradually submerged his entire body, leaving only his face exposed. Just before he was completely submerged, a strange look appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly as he murmured, "That feels good, so very good."

The Ministry of National Security Affairs, inside the administration building.

He Shugang had just returned to his office area from the State Council. In the short ten minutes or so that had passed, no fewer than five high-ranking people had contacted him through direct or indirect channels.

His secretary came forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Minister, you're back."

He Shugang asked expressionlessly, "Where is Steward Chen?"

The secretary replied, "Oh, I just saw Secretary Chen come out of Vice Minister Ren's office. He should be back in his office now, right?"

"Hmm? Is that so?"

He Shugang paused for a moment, but said nothing and continued walking toward his office.

Chen Chuan was feeding Chao Ming on the terrace in front of his office when he turned to look outside and saw a convoy of armed vehicles drive in and stop in the square.

Then he saw another version of himself get off the car with the Snow Lord Blade and look up at him. The moment their eyes met, the other version of himself quickly transformed into a purple aura and flew towards him, instantly entering his body.

He reached out, gently grasped the falling Snow Lord Blade, and calmly placed it on the sword rack beside him with a click.

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(End of this chapter)