Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 151: Telegram

Hu Xian and Lao Wan were both staring blankly at Chen Chuan's figure. The scene in the hall at this moment didn't match anything they had imagined when they came. The dazzling sunlight fell on the blood-stained ground and the flashing Blade flash, making people feel dazed for a moment.

Hu Xian , after all, was a member of the Review Committee. She quickly regained her composure and searched for Quan Shi's location with sharp eyes, finding him without much effort.

He was in the most conspicuous place, relatively intact compared to the others, with a natural expression, the kind that could be pieced together for a photo.

Her tense expression relaxed, and she chuckled at her own nervousness.

This Quan Shi was also a significant figure, and with his team, he was quite strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been listed as an Examination target.

However, the Examination she had envisioned involved preliminary investigation, preparation, and finally a fierce battle, or perhaps a smoother execution of the plan, but certainly not something she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams like what was before her. She couldn't help but say, "Is that it?"

Lao Wan was silent for a while, then finally, he hummed in agreement.

Chen Chuan had sensed the two entering earlier, but he didn't turn around, still standing with his sword, his eyes fixed on the staircase above. Just then, footsteps came from above.

Hu Xian and Lao Wan also noticed and raised their guns together, aiming at the staircase.

The footsteps were steady, each step firm, and soon a Middle-aged man wearing a top hat walked down the stairs.

Hu Xian raised an eyebrow, lowered her gun, and said, "Old Feng , you're here?" She said with dissatisfaction, "You were here and didn't tell me?"

Old Feng was a little helpless. He hadn't seen what happened earlier and was still looking for an observation point in the back when he suddenly heard gunshots, rushing over in a hurry. How could he have had time to notify her? As for coming down from the stairs, wasn't it to maintain appearances?

Chen Chuan , seeing that they knew each other, adjusted his fluttering scarf and put down his sword.

Just then, the sound of cars arriving came from outside. Old Feng's expression became serious, and he said, "It seems another guest has arrived. I'll go deal with it."

Saying that, he walked down the stairs and headed outside, nodding to Chen Chuan as he passed by.

Hu Xian walked up and said, "That's our review team's evaluator, also a special envoy from the bureau. He's responsible for scoring your performance." She turned to look at him a few times, saying, "Little brother, not bad, you solved it in such a short time. You're really efficient. Auntie Hu was worried for nothing."

Chen Chuan said seriously, "Auntie Hu, thank you." He also said to Lao Wan , "Thank you, Brother Wan." In any case, these two rushed in to help him without knowing the situation, and he had to acknowledge that.

"Thank you for what?"

Hu Xian looked around, feeling somewhat relieved. "Little brother, you've really opened my eyes. No wonder Old Feng is so concerned about you. I've never seen him pay so much attention to any Examination student ."

Meanwhile, outside, blue sedans drove into the street one after another, and in a stretched luxury car in the middle sat a handsome man in his thirties, wearing an overcoat and sporting a small mustache.

A person in the passenger seat looked ahead, his eyesight sharp. Seeing that the windows of the building in front were all shattered, he turned back and said, "Boss, we've arrived, but it seems there's been a little problem ahead."

The handsome man asked, "Have someone take a look."

Old Feng had already walked onto the street and stood in front of the convoy. The cars slowly stopped in front of him, and then teams of people came out. Besides those standing guard on both sides, the rest were pointing guns at him.

Old Feng felt the wind was strong outside, so he pressed down on his top hat, his eyes fixed on the luxury car, ignoring the guns pointed at him.

The handsome man remained seated in the car, but a burly Security guard got out, sized up Old Feng , and raised his chin, "What's your business?"

Old Feng reached into his coat, and the surrounding people raised their guns slightly, shouting, "Don't move."

Old Feng remained calm, saying, "Don't be nervous, I'm alone."

The burly Security guard stared at him, seeing him slowly take out a business card from his inside pocket and raise it for inspection. The burly Security guard was immediately shocked. He whispered, "Please wait a moment."

He immediately ran back to the stretched luxury car and said a few words inside.

After a moment, the car door opened, and the handsome man stepped out. He pressed his hand down, signaling the surrounding people to lower their guns, and walked in front of Old Feng . He glanced at the business card, then looked at Old Feng :

"Great Shun National Administration Bureau? Mr. Feng?" He looked at the building next door, thoughtfully, then revealed a charming smile, "Is there anything we can help you with, Mr. Feng?"

Old Feng put the business card back, put both hands into his upper body pockets, and said, "No need, we'll take care of it. It's just that Mr. Bluebird may have made a wasted trip."

The handsome man raised his finger and waved it, saying, "That's nothing, I'm very happy to meet Mr. Feng."

Old Feng said, "Is that so? But Mr. Bluebird doesn't even want to shake my hand."

The handsome man brought his hand to his mouth and coughed dryly, saying, "I won't disturb the General Affairs Bureau's work. Goodbye." He nodded in greeting and turned to return to his car.

Soon, the convoy began to reverse and turn around, heading back the way they came.

Inside the luxury car, an aide suddenly asked, "Boss, that person is just a staff member of the General Affairs Bureau, why give him so much face?"

"You believe everything written on a business card?"

The handsome man glanced at him, then said seemingly casually, "Besides, the General Affairs Bureau is omnipresent. Maybe there are people from the General Affairs Bureau around me. I don't want a gun pointed at my head while I'm sleeping." He said to the driver in the front, "A Xing , isn't that right?"

A Xing said without turning his head, "Boss, I don't understand these things."

"Don't understand? It's good that you don't understand." The handsome man smiled, then said regretfully, "It's a pity about that Fighting Spider. That was Tayana's best portable Bio-weapon."

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Old Feng returned to the building after the convoy left.

Chen Chuan had already sheathed the Snow Emperor Blade and stood near the window, his arms crossed, his fluttering ochre-red scarf still conspicuous even amidst the blood-stained ground.

Hu Xian was inspecting the surroundings. Besides a few followers with weak breathing and the unconscious Bee woman , most of the people had been killed with a single strike, so cleanly and neatly that it made one's scalp tingle.

Chen Chuan , seeing Old Feng return, asked, "Special Envoy Feng , I heard from Auntie Hu that you're the evaluator for this assessment. I wonder if my Examination is considered passed this time?"

Old Feng looked at the severed limbs and broken corpses all over the ground and suddenly felt a little sorry for his comments yesterday.

He said sternly, "The specifics still need to be reported to the Review Committee for confirmation, but in my opinion, student Chen , you have seriously injured or killed all the Examination targets, meeting the requirements. Passing this Examination should not be a problem. Student Chen , perhaps I should congratulate you in advance."

Chen Chuan , having received his confirmation, had a good idea of where he stood. He glanced at the hall, "Then please, Mr. Feng, how should the things left behind by these people be dealt with?"

Old Feng smiled, saying, "All spoils of war during the Examination can be taken away by the Examination student . Student Chen , don't be shy. Although our funds are tight, we have always been very generous to capable students ."

Chen Chuan asked, "Including that Fighting Spider?"

Old Feng said very affirmatively, "Including that Fighting Spider. You can take away everything you need. Someone will come to collect the corpses."

Chen Chuan nodded. He had already retrieved the gold notes from Quan Shi's body. This was not just his own; other students participating in the operation had a share, so he had to take it back.

As for the other things, guns, vehicles, he couldn't handle them and couldn't take them away. However, he could hand them over to Hu Xian to handle.

He walked over and told Hu Xian his thoughts.

Hu Xian said, "Little brother Chen, I can help you convert the rest of these things into money. You should take the Fighting Spider back. It's too conspicuous to keep it here, and it's hard for me to do business.

As for handing it over, I advise you not to think too much about it. The higher-ups don't care about this thing. It will be deducted during the intermediate links and probably end up benefiting some bastard, or it may be thrown in the warehouse to gather dust. You should keep it."

Chen Chuan thought for a while and said, "I heard that this thing needs to eat some high-energy nutrient?"

Hu Xian said casually, "It's okay. If you don't need it usually, you can let it hibernate. Even if it can only be used once at a critical moment, it's worth it. Look around here again. There should be some of this thing left behind."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay, then I'll leave the rest to Auntie Hu. Auntie Hu and the team members have worked hard, so they should get a share this time. Please also leave a portion for Mr. Feng."

Although Old Feng said he didn't want anything, he wouldn't really think so. Besides, whether Old Feng takes it is his choice; whether he gives it is his business.

Hu Xian said, "Since you trust Auntie Hu so much, little brother, I will definitely handle it properly for you. I will remember Old Feng's share." Then she turned around and instructed, "Lao Wan , go call people to work."

She looked around again. Although this was still a corpse collecting job, it was the most satisfying one because those who died this time were all people who deserved to die.

While things were being taken care of here, Old Feng had already returned to the inn alone. He went to a hidden room, closed the door, took out a pen, and immediately began to write a Telegram draft. However, he was not satisfied after writing it several times, feeling that he could not express it properly, and threw half-written drafts aside.

In the end, he thought about it and simply repeated the content, then added three exclamation marks at the end, which he usually rarely used!

After writing, he squatted down and took a Radio out of the cabinet, placed it on the table, and put on headphones to start sending the message.

As the sound of ticking sounded in the room, the content of this Telegram was transmitted by radio waves, passed through relay stations across the vast land, and sent to a national General Affairs Bureau headquarters located in a secret area, and presented to the person in charge by confidential personnel.

Just half a day later, another Telegram was sent from the headquarters.

Old Feng stayed in front of the Radio without leaving. After hearing a series of specific signals from the Telegram machine, his Spirit perked up and recorded the subsequent Telegram password.

He quickly took off his headphones and translated the content based on his memory.

"Having been verified by relevant departments and personnel, Da Shun Republic Yangzhi Wuyi University[-] student Chen Chuan , the Examination process complies with the Review Committee regulations, confirmed to have passed the Examination assessment, and is approved to issue a Class B unlimited self-defense permit." The signatory was: "Da Shun National Unlimited Self-Defense Permit Review Committee, Great Shun National Administration Bureau."

For some reason, after receiving this Telegram, the evaluator felt inexplicably excited.

Sitting in his seat, he calmed down, burned the original Telegram draft casually, then stood up, came out of the room, looked at the wall clock, eleven o'clock in the evening. Although it was already late, he felt that he shouldn't wait until tomorrow and should immediately tell the young man this news.