Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 307 Interception
The assistant argued: "They belong to Manager Zhao's security guards, and they are assigned to Manager Zhao by the company. Why can't they be taken away with him? If something happens to Manager Zhao, can you bear the responsibility?"

Peregrine Falcon was unmoved, his tone was cold and merciless: "That's true in the central city, but when performing transportation tasks, all individuals belong to the defense force of the transportation team, including Director Zhao himself, but considering his physical condition, I personally agree that he should go back.

If Director Zhao feels that this is inappropriate, he can send a telegram to the head office to appeal. As long as the head office allows, I personally have no objection."

Zhao Qian stretched out his hand to stop the assistant from arguing. It would take a long time for the telegram to go back and forth, and as his physical condition became increasingly serious, he could no longer delay any longer and had to go back as soon as possible. Besides, with Chi Duan's escort, he should be able to handle most situations.

The assistant immediately understood what he meant and swallowed his dissatisfaction with Peregrine Falcon. He immediately ordered the special car to leave the convoy and stop at the back, and asked Chi Duan to sit in the car as well, so that it would be easier to protect him.

The entire transport convoy drove forward in the billowing smoke and dust, and they turned around and headed back towards the central city.

Just about twenty minutes later, when there was still some distance to go back to the central city, a person suddenly appeared in the road ahead of the National Avenue.

Chi Duan couldn't help but straighten up and look at the man. This scene made him feel somewhat familiar. It was the same National Avenue, the same majestic figure, and himself sitting in the same luxury car. He felt as if time had gone wrong at this moment.

Zhao Qian was lying on a chair at the side at the moment. He keenly noticed something was wrong and asked weakly, "What's going on?"

Chi Duan sighed and said, "Someone stopped me. Mr. Zhao, do you remember the last time you asked me to go to Yangzhi? It was this person across the street who stopped me."

The moment Zhao Qian heard these words, his expression suddenly changed, because he knew who Chi Duan was talking about. If it was this person, even if he was still intact at the moment, he might not be a match for Chi Duan even if he joined forces.

Chi Duan thought about it and said, "I can try to stop him for a while, but Mr. Zhao, you will have to walk the rest of the way on your own."

Zhao Qian said decisively: "This is the best decision."

Fighters are capable of running faster than vehicles in a short period of time, and it is not difficult for them to destroy the balance and equipment of a vehicle. So if no one goes up to fight at this moment, the person on the opposite side can easily overturn the vehicle. Therefore, hiding in the car and trying to avoid fighting is definitely not a good idea.

Someone must go down and stop it.

Chi Duan said to the assistant, "Take good care of Mr. Zhao." After saying that, he pushed the door and walked down.

Zhao Qian waited for his footsteps to pass forward, then whispered, "Drive!"

The driver responded, quickly turned the steering wheel to the side and increased the speed of the car.

Zhao Qian couldn't see the specific situation outside, but he could hear the sound of fists and feet hitting each other outside. When passing a certain place, the car body shook violently, as if it jumped, and then fell heavily to the ground after a while and stabilized. The driver and assistant's breathing became very rapid in an instant.

But soon, the car moved away from the collision sounds.

Zhao Qian felt that the abnormality in his body seemed to have disappeared. He regained some strength, took out a note from his pocket and handed it to his assistant, saying, "Send this telegram."

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

While waiting for his assistant to send the message, he drank some water and put himself to sleep. He needed sleep to speed up his recovery.

However, it seemed that he had just closed his eyes for a short time when he felt the car slow down again. Zhao Qian was very sensitive to this change and opened his eyes immediately. He noticed that the assistant was tense and seemed to be trembling slightly. He realized something and 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 was standing there with a long knife in his hand. A brown scarf covered the lower half of his face. When the wind blew, the scarf kept dancing.

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

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

The assistant quickly turned to the side and put on headphones.

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

"Yes."

The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator, increased the speed, and crashed into the person standing there. In fact, he had just been thinking that when he met the fighter just now, it would have been better to just crash into him directly. Why bother getting out of the car?
Chen Chuan stood there quietly holding the Xuejun Knife. Although this place was not in the city, he could not watch the scene of the ghost story biting its target like Youxing did that day, but he could feel from certain situations fed back by the ghost story that the destructive force this time was not small.

The return of this special car proved that Zhao Qian had suffered serious injuries, so he had to return to the central city. Everything was as he thought.

And then, it’s time to end it.

Seeing the car speeding towards him, he did not dodge, but walked forward and quickened his pace. Just before the two were about to collide, he took a sudden step to the left, turned around, and slashed the speeding car with the long sword in his hand!
Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly shrank and he leaned back abruptly.

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

When Chen Chuan passed the vehicle, he stopped and looked back. He saw that the vehicle became crooked after going for a distance. Although he had intentionally let the driver go, the severed connecting column and broken window made it difficult for him to control the vehicle steadily.

At this time, he took another step forward, and everything around him suddenly slowed down. He leaped out suddenly, and passed through the glass fragments that were still flying in the air. In an instant, he came to the back of the car, and bumped it with his shoulder. The whole car suddenly lost balance, and it spun and moved horizontally until it hit the roadside guardrail with a bang, and then it leaned there and didn't move.

Chen Chuan held down his hat with his hand and walked over slowly with a knife in hand.

Inside the vehicle, the driver sat there not daring to move, watching the man in the right rearview mirror gradually approaching, his face full of fear. Now he knew why he had to stop the car when he met someone.

Zhao Qian was lying there. His assistant had fainted in the collision because he was not wearing a seat belt. Although he was seriously injured, he did not suffer any damage thanks to his physical fitness as a fighter.

At this time, he fumbled quickly and pulled out a freezer from under the seat. After opening it, a gust of cold air came out. He took out a syringe from it, stabbed it into his neck, and injected all the scarlet liquid inside.

In just a moment, a force filled his entire body, and he seemed to have regained his vitality. After taking a deep breath, he pulled the buckle on the top wall, and a two-handed sword fell down.

He grabbed it, then kicked open the car door and got out. He looked a little weak at first, but after getting outside, he gradually stood up straight and walked towards Chen Chuan.

He stared at the dark eyes above Chen Chuan's scarf. After a few steps, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was, and then suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chuan and punched him.

But when his fist was halfway to the target, it was caught by a hand, and at the same time, the scabbard of a long sword hit his cheek violently, and the whole person was immediately knocked flying.

He tried to adjust his body in mid-air, but his alienated tissues and internal organs were severely damaged, and he could not control his body at all, so he fell heavily to the ground, rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and finally supported himself with his hands, stood up, stared at Chen Chuan, and thought: "Have you taken the medicine..."

He originally wanted to take down Chen Chuan in one breath relying on his third limit speed, but Chen Chuan actually followed his movements, which must have been because he had taken 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 raised the sword, and with a slight shake, the sword body came out of the scabbard with the side opening. He held the hilt with both hands, raised it to the side of his head, and pointed the sword body straight at Chen Chuan.

As Chen Chuan walked forward, he raised the Xuejun Sword, and with his other hand he gently wiped it, and the scabbard flew out. He then walked towards Zhao Qian with steady steps.

After Zhao Qian waited for him to get close, he touched the ground with his feet and moved forward. Halfway through, he leaned down and held the sword with one hand. With a flash of sword light, he stabbed at Chen Chuan's face.

Chen Chuan raised the blade with both hands to test the opponent, but Zhao Qian quickly pulled the sword back to avoid the blade, and then thrust forward again with incredible speed. However, Chen Chuan's blade momentum was continuous and it was chopped down again. If the momentum did not change, he would definitely be cut down halfway.

Zhao Qian changed his tactics again. He lifted the hilt of the sword with both hands and twisted his waist at the same time, trying to use the force to swing the sword to block the knife. Then he used the force to spin the sword from the other side and slash back. This attack was successful, enough to cut Chen Chuan in half diagonally.

However, as soon as the weapons of both parties came into contact, he felt a force transmitted along the sword. Any skill and force needed to be supported by strength. Without sufficient support from the alienated tissue, he was simply not able to block this force. Not only could the sword force he had prepared not move, but even the long sword was shaken away.

The next moment, he saw a flash of a knife, and his heart felt cold. All of a sudden, he lost all his strength. The strength that he had managed to hold on to after taking the medicine was rapidly dissipating. But before he collapsed, he felt his line of sight slowly rising.

After Chen Chuan stabbed Zhao Qian with a knife, he held the knife handle with one hand, raised his arm steadily, and slowly lifted Zhao Qian into the air. He looked at him calmly and asked, "Did you take Senior Shen's sister away that day? Where is she now?"

Blood continued to flow out of the corners of Zhao Qian's mouth. He tried to curl his mouth and showed a malicious smile, "So this is what you want to ask? I won't tell you. You will never find her."

At this moment, Chen Chuan suddenly became aware. He glanced behind him and found a man squatting on top of the guardrail on one side. The man was wearing a pair of protective glasses and a motor vehicle helmet on his head. There were two long and narrow blades on his arms, but they seemed to be fixed by the implants on his arms.

He turned his head and saw the man grinning, pulling down his goggles, standing up straight, and looking at Zhao Qian, "You are the employer, right? Am I late or not?"

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(End of this chapter)