novelraw Chapter 897 - 541: Han Mingchuan Captured at Last, a Threat? (Part 2)
Chapter 897 - 541: Han Mingchuan Captured at Last, a Threat? (Part 2)
A crisp sound echoed, footsteps landed.
The black door of the armed escort vehicle was slowly pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a black suit, handcuffed, was escorted out by two burly white security guards.
His black hair, clearly unwashed for days, was somewhat disheveled, covering his forehead.
His once rosy complexion was now pale, his head slightly lowered throughout.
With just a glance, Chen Feng recognized this former high-ranking official of Chi Bo Energy.
He was also the target they had traveled thousands of miles to the Federation to capture.
Thud!
Thud, thud!!
Then, footsteps echoed.
It could be seen that Han Mingchuan was being escorted into the embassy.
One by one, military soldiers and the Chi General Guards looked coldly, standing on either side, watching him approach.
The sun at their backs elongated their shadows, layers of shadows arranged like a court’s judgement piercing into an opponent’s heart.
"The person has been brought, Mr. Li."
A white congressman from the Old Covenant Faction approached, whispering a reminder, wanting to take away the sealed mechanical eyeball of Andre’s consciousness.
Without immediately agreeing, Chairman Li Yun gestured, and soon an elite member of the Chi General Guard stepped forward to take over the handcuffs, intending to verify Han Mingchuan’s identity and condition.
Seeing this scene, though the white congressman of Congress was dissatisfied, upon seeing Chen Feng and Wang Cheng’s indifferent gaze, he grew apprehensive, eventually lowering his head without saying more.
The atmosphere was heavy, and the embassy was exceptionally quiet inside and out.
Gazes converged, silently watching the Chi General Guard take control of Han Mingchuan and proceed to verify his identity.
"Hehe."
Suddenly, a somewhat heavy laughter sounded.
Han Mingchuan, with disheveled hair, looked up amid the frown of a Chi General, looking towards the envoys.
Li Yun, high-ranking officials of the Red Capital.
Wang Cheng, military personnel.
One yellow-skinned face after another reflected in his bloodshot eyes; seeing this scene in a foreign land should have been relieving, but at the moment, it only made his body particularly tense.
"I didn’t expect that you’d still come."
His voice was heavy, veins of blood prominently appeared in his eyes.
Han Mingchuan’s gaze finally rested, fixating fiercely on Chen Feng.
"This guy."
Chairman Li Yun and others frowned, and some military high-level officials looked displeased.
Just as they were about to issue instructions, they saw Chen Feng gently raise his hand, stopping everyone.
"I’ve imagined many scenarios, even conceived of the worst results."
"But I never thought it would be you who’d come for me."
Han Mingchuan’s voice was gloomy, as if something was stuck in his throat.
Veins bulged on his pale face as he stared intently at Chen Feng, his expression ferocious, with many past memories flooding his mind.
Back in Nanjiang, this person was just a small figure in the Martial Arts Extreme Realm.
Yet he himself was a core senior figure in Chi Bo Energy, able to decide his life or death with a mere word.
Clearly, there were many opportunities to eliminate him, but due to various considerations, he chose to let it go.
Never did he expect that that single decision would bring about the exchange of positions today.
"Why?"
He roared internally, glaring at Chen Feng with resentment and unwillingness.
If it weren’t for his obstruction, he could have kept his foundation at the Flying General Level, hiding in other small countries; why would he be so passive now?
Why could the legendary technology, desperately sought by the entire Han family and Chi Bo Energy, be broken through by him with mere martial arts?!!
Thump, thump!
His heartbeat was abnormally strong, and his pale complexion appeared exceptionally ferocious.
The Federation personnel on one side watched this scene with changing expressions, many secretly curious about what exactly Chen Feng had done back then.
Thud, thud!
Finally, amid many gazes.
It could be seen that Chen Feng waved his hand, dismissing all the security.
He walked up to Han Mingchuan alone, facing his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.
"You seem very unwilling?"
He said calmly, and the floor of the embassy suddenly cracked.
The air distorted and changed suddenly, with the neon lights and arcs of the surrounding street flashing abruptly.
The faces of the Federation personnel changed dramatically, and Han Mingchuan at the center of their vision had his pupils shrink, as if the world before him had transformed drastically.
The deepest fear within his heart surged rapidly, black mist covered the Sky Dome.
The bustling city of Nanjiang was under lockdown, with tens of thousands of mutated creatures rushing out from the spatial rifts, transforming into locusts.
Buildings collapsed, people wailed.
An elderly person with silver frost-white hair fell in a pool of blood, some middle-aged men and women were instantly buried under debris and ruins.
Children and girls sobbing and crying, lost and in pain, were eventually all swallowed by the black torrent, turned into the resentful souls and blood.
"Compared to them, what are you?"
"Can you return their lives?"
Chen Feng’s voice echoed coldly, the catastrophe of the Black Tide in Nanjiang was too heavy, countless people were buried within.
And all of this, where it comes from, doesn’t need much explanation anymore.
Crack!
Instantly, the cracks on the stone floor spread, and the fear of the mind struck directly to the core.
Han Mingchuan’s face turned pale, flushed, bluish-purple, and his breathing became exceptionally heavy.
Bulging veins spread all over his body, drops of cold sweat appeared and soaked his clothes, directly confronting the deepest soul interrogation.
Such a scene made everyone’s expressions suspicious and alarmed, with many Federation strongmen growing increasingly wary and curious about what method Chen Feng used.
Thud!
Finally, the sound of kneeling reverberated.
Chen Feng had already turned away at some unknown time, leaving only Han Mingchuan, covered in cold sweat, kneeling on the ground, gasping like someone who nearly drowned.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo..."
His hurried breath was greedy beyond measure, his body trembled with the feeling of surviving a disaster.
His hair was disheveled, cold sweat kept dripping, leaving pea-sized marks on the shattered stone bricks.
His body barely recovered some sense, pupils contracted and then dilated, trembling for several seconds like this.
Until finally, he slightly raised his head.
The silhouette of the youth in his sight grew distant, walking away slowly.
Feeling the blood still flowing in his body, Han Mingchuan suddenly felt a bit fortunate.
Am I not dead?
Tap tap!
However, just as the thought arose, the Red General who had previously verified his identity walked up to him.
"Your fate will be judged by the millions of citizens of Nanjiang."
The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion, like a splash of cold water on the face.
His eyes trembled and shifted, Han Mingchuan’s shoulders slumped as he slightly lowered his head.
All the luck in his heart completely silenced, he only felt all the blood in his body turning into coldness.
....
"The Federation actually didn’t manipulate anything?"
Watching Han Mingchuan being handed over and escorted into the embassy’s secret room.
Wang Cheng furrowed his brow, finding it somewhat uncomfortable.
He originally thought the Federation would manipulate things again, which was the shadow caused by two previous encounters.
But now.
"For Andre?"
Still frowning, he looked at Chairman Li Yun pushing excuses, preventing the white senators from taking the silver suitcase.
This sinner was equally not possible to let go easily.
But a Second Stage Legend, the Federation might really want to continue striving, ensuring combat power?
"Perhaps so."
With deep eyes, Chen Feng was equally surprised by such a situation.
He had long been prepared to take action, even had Wu Yunhai on guard nearby, searching for any hidden strength.
Yet, looking at that Foreign Affairs Bureau convoy, sweeping through many wary gazes from Federation warriors far away from him.
He realized that the Federation likely didn’t continue hiding any moves.
"Anyway, the handover is done, so let it be."
"If they dare to act again, it won’t be so easy to succeed."
Suppressing his speculation, Wang Cheng spoke solemnly, and Chen Feng lightly nodded in agreement.
Since things have gone smoothly, completing one of the negotiation matters, naturally, it’s the best.
As for what comes next...
Buzz buzz!
Suddenly, his wristband vibrated, and he received a communication.
The Star Spirit promptly helped him connect to the contact, sending a reminder.
"An unknown number."
She sensed something unusual, slightly furrowing her brows.
After a moment’s thought, Chen Feng signaled her to receive the message.
Wow!!
In an instant, a light screen emerged before him.
Taking a glance, he saw the vast azure ocean with no shore, white seagulls soaring across the blue sky.
A massive White Gray ferry sailed across the sea, leaving a trail of waves and ripples.
"Hmm?"
Star Spirit looked puzzled, then saw the picture zoom in automatically.
The gigantic gray ferry came closer, clearly showing people seated inside and outside the deck and cabins.
And yet, just under such a situation.
The image shrank, finally freezing on one spot on the deck.
Three figures leaned against the railing, seemingly conversing.
The blowing sea wind passed in gusts, as if carrying some invisible threat.