Chapter 693: The Ambush
Chapter 693: The Ambush
Percival Harford's words seemed like an explanation, but they were filled with subtle provocation.
Chen Chuan's voice remained calm as he said, "If you're done and have nothing else to say, then please don't follow my convoy any longer, Mr. Harford. I've already warned you. If you continue to do so, you'll bear the consequences."
"Wait a moment."
Harford took a few steps forward as he saw Chen Chuan about to leave, "I'm here only as a fighter." He shrugged, "If you're a true fighter, Chen Manager, you should understand my eagerness."
Chen Chuan stopped and replied, "I'm sorry, but as a fighter, I don't reject sparring with other fighters. However, it depends on the time and the person. First, I dislike your impoliteness, and second, your current strength and status, Mr. Harford, don't qualify you to spar with me."
After saying this, he headed straight for his car.
Harford wanted to say something more, but as he approached, the armed personnel in the convoy aimed their guns at him. They seemed ready to shoot if he dared to come closer, regardless of his diplomatic team affiliation.
"Okay, okay."
Harford raised his hands, but his face remained relaxed despite the gesture. He wasn't afraid of the firearms, but he didn't want to initiate a fight. They were on the opponent's territory, and even if he defeated these men, he couldn't handle the continuous arrival of armed forces.
He took a few steps back, and as Chen Chuan was about to enter his car, Harford shouted, "Manager Chen, I'm willing to provide intelligence that will satisfy you and the Handling Bureau. I believe we can establish a friendly relationship, which might change your mind."
As he spoke, he took out an envelope from his pocket, waved it slightly, and then gently shook it, tossing it towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan signaled the armed men not to shoot and caught the envelope. He felt it and found no documents inside, probably just a few photos. He pulled out a small portion and then put it back, continuing to walk back and re-entering the car.
Harford had not made any deals with Chen Chuan; he had voluntarily offered the information.
Harford watched the convoy restart with disappointment and returned to his car. Using a special Dimensional Token, he reported, "Mountain Eagle has lost his Golden Sheep."
Inside the temporary residence of the Linaksis Federation's diplomatic mission, a member was communicating with him through a secretly set-up frequency. The Federation's diplomatic team had plans for the Relic, and they were preparing to enter the Fusion Zone. Before that, they would initiate exchanges with powerful fighters from the Jinbei Dao Central City government.
Chen Chuan was slightly lower on the list for testing, as he was unlikely to enter the Fusion Zone like front-line combat personnel, being a manager. However, with the opportunity for academic exchange, they wouldn't pass it up.
But it seemed unsuccessful for now.
They wouldn't stop, though, so they replied, "Wild Buffalo received. Request Mountain Eagle to seek the next opportunity."
"Mountain Eagle is a bit tired and wants a drink," Harford answered.
"Did Mountain Eagle fly too far last night?" they joked.
"Don't underestimate Mountain Eagle. He can easily fly all day," Harford said.
As they spoke, Harford's eyes caught a glimpse of something in the corner. He saw a figure rushing towards the car at an incredibly fast speed. When he noticed, they seemed hundreds of meters away, but in an instant, they were at the car, kicking the car door.
His pupils constricted.
A loud boom echoed as the armed vehicle Harford was in was kicked, denting the middle section.
Harford reacted swiftly, leaning back and jumping out through the open window.
Even with the narrow window, he managed to squeeze out, but at that moment, the dented car body started moving forward, the tires screeching against the ground, creating an irritating sound. Harford's body, which should have been outside the vehicle, was half-trapped inside.
Just then, the attacker pressed down with their hand, and the deformed roof was flattened, crushing the window and trapping Harford's lower leg.
Harford realized the situation and quickly twisted his waist, trying to free his leg from the window. He just needed a moment, but in that instant, the attacker, using the downward press on the roof, pounced like a leopard, and a punch aimed at Harford's head.
Harford's expression changed as he saw a barrier of air rupture surrounding the attacker's fist. He crossed his arms to block the punch.
As the fist struck his arms, it twisted and shattered them, then continued its unwavering advance, carrying with it a seemingly inexhaustible force that smashed directly into his cheek.
A thunderous explosion reverberated through the air, and Percival Harford's entire face contorted, his head sticking to the fist like soft noodles. Broken teeth mixed with blood and saliva sprayed out of his mouth.
But the power of this strike didn't end there. It continued to grip his head and push forward, causing a series of creaking sounds to emanate from his body, as if the twisted steel within was being torn apart.
Harford's bones, muscles, tendons, and blood vessels were stretched and torn, and by the time the force of the punch subsided, his entire body had elongated like noodles, nearly doubling in length. His deformed, elongated head was unrecognizable, except for the long tongue that hung limply on the ground.
Even at this point, due to the robust vitality of a Third Limit Fighter, he was still breathing. One of his eyes, almost popping out of its socket, stared at the approaching figure, seemingly trying to recognize its appearance.
The figure stood atop a car, retracting the fist he had just unleashed, looking down at Harford. The afternoon sun was intense, but it illuminated the robust physique and explosive power contained within his sinewy muscles. The man straightened his body and looked towards Chen Chuan's convoy.
Chen Chuan, seated in the back seat, had sensed the attack from the moment it began, and had witnessed the entire scene. Although he felt nothing about the man's death, as someone who had recently dealt with foreign affairs, he couldn't ignore what he had seen.
Moreover, the man's skill and audacity were such that he couldn't let him go unchecked.
The convoy had already driven some distance away, and after stopping again, everyone quickly formed a formation, aiming their guns at the figure ahead.
Chen Chuan stepped out of the car, feeling the wind in the open space, and adjusted his hat brim. He instructed everyone to stand by while he walked towards the figure alone.
The armed squad members watched his silhouette, their guns aimed at the distant figure standing atop the car.
Just then, the figure seemed to flicker, and all the armed personnel, guns raised, realized with horror that the man had appeared less than fifty meters away in an instant.
He was a young man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, wearing a mid-length hairstyle and a sleeveless martial arts shirt. The thin yet sturdy clothing clung tightly to his body, and a few strands of hair fell across his forehead. Beneath his sharp eyebrows, his eyes held an extremely aggressive gaze.
Chen Chuan looked at the face that was nine-tenths similar to the painting and was surprised to see the man appear before him so soon after being given the opportunity.
Upon closer inspection, he found that the artist had captured the man's temperament with incredible accuracy, and he decided to give the painter a raise when he returned.
Qi Qianyang's stature was slightly taller than Chen Chuan, and his broad shoulders and thick back muscles gave him a commanding presence even when he was just standing.
Looking at Chen Chuan, Qi Qianyang said, "I was trying to find you, but it seems you were looking for me too. So, I came... but it seems a bit impolite to just show up like this," he said, thumbing over his shoulder, "So, I brought you a challenge letter. I hope you're satisfied with it?"
Chen Chuan's voice remained calm. "If only there were more."
Qi Qianyang was taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter.
At that moment, a buzzing sound approached from the distance, and a group of combat creatures swiftly flew towards them. City security vehicles also converged on the scene.
Although they were in Hongsheng District, not far from Shenwei District, An Shield had detected the danger at Chen Chuan's location and immediately mobilized armed forces from the regional border to provide support. Additionally, a patrol airship from Shenwei District was also approaching.
Qi Qianyang pointed at Chen Chuan with his finger, "I just came to say hello. But the battlefield shouldn't be decided by this."
As he spoke, his eyes shone with a brilliant light, and an invisible spiritual force field expanded outward. In an instant, the flying combat creatures fell to the ground like rain, including the armed personnel behind Chen Chuan, who lost consciousness one by one, collapsing onto the vehicles.
At the same time, a large bird suddenly flew from a distant skyscraper, reaching Qi Qianyang's rear in an instant. A long rope dropped from the bird's armed harness.
Qi Qianyang flipped backward in mid-air, grabbed the rope, and was pulled up by the bird. Hanging there, he said to those below, "Then, until next time."
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(End of Chapter)
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