All Dregs Rise to the Surface

Xu Chan killed Yan Zhiwen with a single blow, then took several steps back. With no strength left to support him, Yan Zhiwen's body naturally pitched forward and slammed face-first onto the ground with a bang. The entire back of his skull was split open—a wound that was clearly beyond saving.

At that moment, neither the armed personnel from the Crisis Affairs Center at the scene nor Captain Lu and the others in the rear had time to react. Neither side had expected the battle to be decided in a single exchange.

Xu Chan flicked his wrist and withdrew the Thin Sword, silently looking at the corpse on the ground.

Yan Zhiwen had actually been very strong. Though he was somewhat inferior to Xu Chan, a fight was not determined solely by strength; combat experience and performance under pressure mattered as well.

There was certainly a gap between them, but it was not so vast that Yan Zhiwen should have been utterly crushed.

The difference was that Xu Chan had just returned from the battlefield, so he had entered this fight with the mindset of a life-or-death struggle. Yan Zhiwen, meanwhile, had not adjusted his mentality. He kept talking about coercion and regulations, yet he had failed to realize that although the external war had ended, an internal war had already quietly begun.

That difference alone determined the final outcome.

The Crisis Affairs Center's armed personnel were now all gripped by indescribable terror. Though their guns remained aimed at the other side, not one of them dared pull the trigger.

They knew Yan Zhiwen's strength all too well. If even Yan Zhiwen had been killed in one move, what was the point of opening fire now? And since the other side could kill Yan Zhiwen without hesitation, they could just