Chapter 151: The Telegram
Chapter 151: The Telegram
Hu Xian and Lao Wan stared blankly at Chen Chuan's figure, the scene in the hall before them bearing no resemblance to what they had imagined. The dazzling sunlight illuminated the bloodstained floor and the flashing blade, causing a momentary daze.
Hu Xian, being a member of the review team, quickly regained her composure and scanned the room with sharp eyes, searching for Fist Lion. However, she didn't have to exert much effort to locate him.
Fist Lion was in the most conspicuous spot, relatively intact compared to the others, with a natural expression, as if he could be pieced together for a staged photo.
Her tense expression relaxed, and she couldn't help but chuckle at her own nervousness.
Fist Lion was a key figure, and his team was also highly capable, which was why they were included in the assessment.
However, her previous understanding of the assessment involved prior reconnaissance, planning, and finally, an intense battle or the smooth execution of a plan. It was never supposed to be like this, something she couldn't have imagined even if she had racked her brains. She couldn't help but ask, "Is that it?"
Lao Wan remained silent for a while, then hummed in agreement.
Chen Chuan had already sensed the two of them entering, but he didn't turn around. He continued to stand with his knife, his gaze fixed on the staircase above. At that moment, footsteps could be heard descending from above.
Hu Xian and Lao Wan also noticed and raised their guns, aiming at the source of the sound.
The footsteps were steady and firm, and soon, a middle-aged man wearing a hat emerged from the staircase.
Hu Xian raised an eyebrow and lowered her gun, saying, "Old Feng, is that you?" She added with a hint of annoyance, "You didn't even tell me you were here?"
Old Feng felt helpless. He hadn't seen what had happened earlier and was still searching for a good observation spot when he suddenly heard the gunshot and rushed over. How could he have had time to notify them? As for coming down the stairs, wasn't it to maintain his image?
Chen Chuan, seeing that they knew each other, patted his fluttering scarf and lowered his knife.
Just then, the sound of a car approaching could be heard from outside. Old Feng's expression turned solemn, and he said, "It seems another guest has arrived. I'll go handle it."
He descended the staircase and headed outside. As he passed by Chen Chuan, he nodded slightly.
Hu Xian approached and said, "He's our review team's evaluator and a special envoy from the bureau. Your performance score will be determined by him." She turned to examine him and said, "Young man, you're quite efficient. You took care of them in such a short time. You're really quick, and I was unnecessarily worried."
Chen Chuan sincerely replied, "Thank you, Sister Hu." He then turned to Lao Wan and said, "Thank you, Brother Wan." Regardless of the circumstances, these two had rushed in to help him without knowing the full situation, and he was grateful for their support.
"What are you thanking me for?"
Hu Xian looked around and felt relieved. "Young man, you've really opened my eyes. No wonder Old Feng is so concerned about you. I've never seen him pay such attention to any other assessment student."
At that moment, outside, a fleet of blue cars entered the street, and among them was a stretched luxury car. Inside sat a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a coat and sporting a small beard.
The person in the passenger seat glanced forward. With his keen eyesight, he noticed the shattered glass on the building and turned back to say, "Boss, we're here, but it seems there's some trouble ahead."
The handsome man asked, "Go check it out."
Old Feng had already reached the street and stood in front of the convoy, causing the cars to slowly come to a stop. Teams of people emerged, some taking up defensive positions on both sides, while the rest aimed their guns at him.
Old Feng felt the wind outside and pressed his hat down with his hand, his eyes fixed on the luxury car. He paid no heed to the guns pointed at him.
The handsome man remained seated in the car, but a sturdy security guard descended and approached Old Feng. He examined him for a moment, then lifted his chin and asked, "What's your business here?"
Old Feng reached into his pocket, causing the surrounding people to raise their guns slightly. "Don't move!" he commanded.
Old Feng maintained a calm expression and said, "Relax, there's no need to be nervous. I'm just..."
The sturdy security guard continued to stare at him, watching as he slowly took out a name card from his inner pocket and held it up as a gesture. The security guard's eyes widened, and he whispered, "Please wait a moment, sir."
He immediately ran back to the side of the luxury car and spoke a few words to the man inside.
The man opened the car door and stepped out. He gestured downward with his hand, signaling the others to lower their guns, and approached Old Feng. He examined the name card and then looked at Old Feng.
"Great Shun National Administration Bureau? Mr. Feng?" He glanced at the building beside him, then flashed a charming smile. "Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Feng?"
Old Feng put away the name card and inserted both hands into his pockets. "It's not necessary. We'll handle it, but Blue Jay might have to make a trip."
The handsome man waved his hand and said, "It's no trouble. I'm glad to have met you, Mr. Feng."
Old Feng said, "Is that so? Blue Jay didn't even want to shake my hand."
The handsome man coughed and said, "I won't disturb the Administration Bureau any further. Farewell." He nodded politely and turned to leave.
Soon, the convoy began to retreat and turn around, heading back the way they came.
Inside the luxury car, one of the men suddenly asked, "Boss, he's just an officer from the Administration Bureau. Why give him so much face?"
"You believe whatever's written on that name card?"
The handsome man glanced at him and said casually, "The Administration Bureau is everywhere. Maybe I even have someone from the bureau with me."
I certainly don't want to wake up one day with a gun to my head." He addressed the driver in front, "Xing, am I right?"
Without turning his head, Xing replied, "Boss, I don't understand these things."
"You don't understand? That's good." The handsome man laughed, then added with regret, "What a pity for that Battle Spider, it was the best portable bio-weapon from Tayana."
Old Feng waited for the convoy to leave before turning back to the building.
Chen Chuan had already sheathed his Xuejun Blade and stood by the window, his vibrant chestnut-red scarf standing out even amidst the blood-soaked ground.
Hu Xian was inspecting the surroundings. Apart from a few henchmen with faint breaths and the unconscious Bee Woman, most of the others had been killed by a single strike, their deaths were swift and clean, causing goosebumps to those witnessing it.
Seeing Old Feng return, Chen Chuan asked, "Agent Feng, I heard from Sister Hu that you're the evaluator for this review team. I wonder if I've passed this assessment?"
Old Feng surveyed the severed limbs and scattered corpses, suddenly feeling a bit guilty about yesterday's evaluation.
He spoke solemnly, "The final decision will be made by the review committee, but in my personal opinion, Chen, you've severely injured or killed all the assessment targets, meeting the requirements. There shouldn't be any issues with passing this assessment. Perhaps I should congratulate you in advance."
Chen Chuan felt relieved after receiving his confirmation. He glanced into the hall, "Then may I ask Mr. Feng, what should we do with the belongings left by these people?"
Old Feng smiled and said, "During the assessment, all spoils of war can be taken by the assessed student. Chen, don't be shy, although our funds are tight, we are always generous to capable students."
In a 16-page book, a glance revealed no errors in the unaltered version!
Chen Chuan asked, "Does that include the Battle Spider?"
Old Feng replied affirmatively, "Yes, it includes the Battle Spider. You can take whatever you need, and someone will come to collect the bodies."
Chen Chuan nodded. He had already retrieved the golden ticket from Fist Lion, which belonged not only to him but also to the other students involved in the operation, so he had to take it back.
As for the other items, like firearms and vehicles, he couldn't handle them, let alone take them with him. Instead, he could leave them to Hu Xian to deal with.
He walked over to Hu Xian and shared his thoughts.
Hu Xian said, "Chen, I can help you turn all these things into money. But the Battle Spider, you should take it back. It's too conspicuous here, and it's not good for my business.
As for turning it in, I advise you not to think too much about it. The authorities won't appreciate it, and it will likely be confiscated during the process, ending up in the hands of some scoundrel. It might even be left to gather dust in a warehouse. You should take it with you."
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "I heard this thing needs high-energy nutrients to feed on?"
Hu Xian casually replied, "Don't worry, if you don't need it, you can let it hibernate. When the critical moment comes, even if it's just a little help, it's worth it. You can look around here, there should be some of its nutrients left."
Chen Chuan said, "Okay, then I'll leave the rest to you, Sister Hu. You and your team have worked hard, and you deserve a share. Please keep a portion for Mr. Feng as well."
Although Old Feng said he didn't want anything, he didn't truly believe that. Whether or not Old Feng took anything was his choice, and whether or not to give was his decision.
Hu Xian said, "Since you trust me so much, Brother Chen, I'll definitely handle it properly. I'll remember to keep a share for Old Feng." Then she turned and called out, "Lao Wan, go get some people, it's time to work."
She glanced around; although this time, they were dealing with corpses again, it was the most satisfying job. This time, those who died were the ones who deserved it.
As they dealt with the aftermath, Old Feng returned to the inn alone and entered a hidden room. He closed the door, took out a pen, and immediately started writing a telegram. However, after several attempts, he was dissatisfied, feeling that he couldn't express his thoughts adequately. He crumpled up the unfinished drafts and tossed them aside.
Eventually, he paused, thought for a moment, and simply recited the content again. Then, he added three exclamation marks, which he rarely used!
After finishing, he crouched down and retrieved a radio from the cabinet, placing it on the desk. He put on headphones and began transmitting the telegram.
As the sound of the radio filled the room, the telegram's content was transmitted via radio waves across the vast land, through numerous relay stations, until it reached the headquarters of the National Administration Bureau in a secluded area. It was then delivered to the desk of the designated reader by a confidential staff member.
Just half a day later, a reply telegram was sent from the headquarters.
Old Feng remained by the radio, waiting. When the telegraph machine emitted a specific signal, he perked up and recorded the subsequent encrypted message.
He quickly removed the headphones and deciphered the message from memory.
"After verification by relevant departments and personnel, Chen Chuan, a student of Yangzhi Wu Yi University in Great Shun Republic, has completed the assessment in accordance with the review team's regulations. The assessment is deemed passed, and the issuance of a Beta-class Infinite Defense Certificate is approved." The signatory was "Great Shun National Infinite Defense Certificate Review Team, Great Shun National Administration Bureau."
For some reason, receiving this telegram made the evaluator's heart race with excitement.
He sat down to calm his emotions and casually burned the original telegram draft. Then, he stood up and left the room, glancing at the wall clock; it was eleven at night. Although it was already late, he felt he shouldn't wait until tomorrow but should immediately deliver the news to that young man.
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(End of Chapter)
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