Summary Judgment

After Supervisor Han's motorcade entered Wuding District, a notification chime sounded right on cue from their boundary credentials. Following a signal from the lead command car, a scout vehicle sped forward to the very front of the motorcade, tasked with relaying real-time road conditions and intel back to the rear. More than twenty minutes later, the motorcade gradually drew close to the Disposal Bureau headquarters. Yet they failed to notice that, as their vehicles drove past, the cars and pedestrians on the road behind them were steadily thinning out. Seen from above, across the area where the motorcade traveled, vehicles and pedestrians were constantly dispersing outward, but not a single one was entering within. Inside Supervisor Han's designated car, the driver kept monitoring the traffic conditions via his boundary credential. It displayed all kinds of information on vehicle flow, appearing no different from usual. Everything seemed completely normal. Ten minutes later, after the motorcade turned past yet another street corner, they finally realized something was wrong. The entire street ahead was utterly deserted. The scout vehicle that had moved out ahead had vanished without a trace—and crucially, it had transmitted normal status reports just half a minute earlier. "Supervisor?" Noticing the situation, the driver immediately turned his head to ask. Supervisor Han stared ahead and fell into silence. Only after a moment did he say, "Keep moving forward." With his experience, he knew without even looking that the intersection behind them was definitely sealed off. To display it so openly meant preparations were already complete; turning down another street now would be futile. The only path left was forward. As they drove down this street, they could see that every high vantage point and concealed position was bristling with machine guns and gaping black barrels aimed right at them. Armed vehicles were parked at regular intervals along the curb. They were completely surrounded. Right then, a shadow fell from the sky as an armed airship drifted overhead, its ventral rotary cannon locked onto the motorcade. Cold sweat broke out on the backs of many within the cars. To deploy such an overwhelming force, whatever had happened was clearly monumental. Unconsciously slowing their speed, the only sound left on the street was the hum of driving vehicles. After another turn, the motorcade emerged onto an even wider thoroughfare. Visibility was unobstructed for several kilometers in both directions, and at either end an airship hovered aloft, sealing off the avenue. Right in the middle of the avenue stood Chen Chuan alone. His Xuejun Saber was planted into the pavement. He wore a peaked cap, his coat fluttering in the breeze, with a long, flame-red scarf trailing dramatically outside—exceptionally striking. Shadows cast by the towering skyscrapers on one side fell right across where the Xuejun Saber was planted, neatly bisecting light from dark. Supervisor Han stared at Chen Chuan's silhouette for quite a while before finally saying, "Halt." The vehicle lurched to a halt, jerking everyone inside forward. Behind them came the piercing screech of brakes as car after car ground to a stop. Yet faced with the gun barrels trained on them from both sides, not a single person dared make a reckless move without Supervisor Han's orders. A moment later, the door of the designated car swung open, and Supervisor Han stepped out alone. As if unaccustomed to the harsh sunlight, he tugged down the brim of his cap. Resting a hand on his sword hilt, he walked toward Chen Chuan by himself. Under the watchful eyes of the men behind him and the encircling forces flanking the street, he walked all the way up to Chen Chuan. Looking to both sides, he asked stiffly, "Supervisor Chen, what is the meaning of this?" Chen Chuan's gaze fell upon his face. "Doesn't Supervisor Han know? Did you forget what happened just last night so quickly?" Supervisor Han replied expressionlessly, "Supervisor Chen, from five in the afternoon yesterday onward, I was accompanying dignitaries from the Government Affairs Hall at commercial negotiations and overseeing security on-site. I only just left the venue a short while ago. I have no idea what you are talking about. Besides..." He looked at Chen Chuan. "Even if some unresolved special circumstances are involved, we are both supervisors. You have no authority to interrogate or question me here." Chen Chuan said calmly, "In fact, I do." The moment the words left his mouth, a line of text popped up on the boundary credentials of everyone present, including Supervisor Han's. It was an authorization letter from the leadership of the Disposal Bureau and the Government Affairs Hall granting Chen Chuan temporary supreme authority: under emergency conditions, he held the temporary power of summary disposal over all Disposal Bureau members at or below the rank of supervisor. At the very bottom of the document were not only the signature of Director Wu, but also the signatures of Defense Department Commissioner Liang Guanghai of Jibei Dao, Administrative Director Qi Zili of Center City, Jibei Dao, and others. This authorization was thoroughly endorsed by the highest-ranking figures of the government administration. Seeing this, Supervisor Han's expression changed abruptly. Yet that was not the end of it. Immediately following, lines of information rapidly transmitted to the boundary credentials of all present. These included audio recordings, dialogues, and video logs provided by Supervisor Wen. Most crucial was a detailed report from the State Administration Bureau, essentially reconstructing the truth of what had happened—including the fact that Supervisor Wen had fallen in an ambush orchestrated by Supervisor Han. The Disposal Bureau personnel present who had been kept in the dark were first stunned, and then overcome with righteous indignation. Especially Supervisor Wen's former subordinates: though mentally prepared before arriving, having definitive confirmation caused them to glare at Supervisor Han with burning hatred, fury practically spewing from their eyes. Chen Chuan looked at Supervisor Han and said, "One more thing: the double you left at that scene has already been taken into custody by the State Administration Bureau. There is now ample evidence proving everything you've done. Betraying your bureau, murdering a colleague, colluding in secret with the Syndicate and even the Linakes Federation—every single act is heinous to the extreme. Han Fu, everything you have done amounts to treason." Watching Supervisor Han remain silent, Chen Chuan raised his hand, took off his gloves, and tossed them to the ground. Clenching his fingers into a fist with an explosive pop, he said, "If you can't remember, I can help jog your memory." Supervisor Han placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, then suddenly drew it. Stepping forward amid flying shattered paving stones, he crossed tens of meters in an instant, thrusting his sword straight toward Chen Chuan! Chen Chuan fixed his gaze upon Han's incoming figure. Just as the tip reached his face, he raised a hand and caught the blade bare-handed! With a tremendous boom, Supervisor Han's momentum was stopped dead, stomping a crater into the ground beneath his feet. Both hands gripped the hilt as he leaned forward with all his might, yet no matter how hard he pushed, the sword could not advance even a fraction of an inch. A grinding screech issued from the blade. Supervisor Han's pupils dilated in shock, for he saw that this mutated weapon—designed to withstand immense jin—was groaning and warping out of shape beneath Chen Chuan's five fingers. He abruptly released the hilt, dipped low to close in rapidly, and snapped his fingers together like a knife-hand, thrusting toward Chen Chuan's abdomen. Yet only halfway through the strike, his vision blurred. A violent shock rocked his chin, an explosion roared in his head, and his body was hurled backward through the air, crashing heavily onto the ground and sending a dull thud echoing across the empty street. Chen Chuan casually tossed aside the twisted sword and strode forward. Supervisor Han, who had momentarily lost consciousness, shook his head and pushed himself up onto his feet. But just as he settled into a defensive posture, Chen Chuan vanished from before his eyes. By the time Han spotted him again, Chen Chuan was already right in front of him. In a panic, Han raised his arms in a guard, mobilizing the mutated tissues throughout his entire body in an instant. Bang! A wave of jin detonated through the air, violently blasting him backward tens of meters. His arms trembled uncontrollably. Chen Chuan continued walking forward step by step, his expression unreadable beneath the peaked cap, only the crimson scarf fluttering ceaselessly behind him. Supervisor Han crouched low, focusing all his concentration as he watched Chen Chuan. This time he intended to strike preemptively. Yet before he could even register Chen Chuan's movement, he went flying once again with a loud crash. This time he failed completely to steady himself, bouncing several times across the pavement before rolling to a stop. The Disposal Bureau personnel on both sides of the street watched this spectacle in silence. Supervisor Han seemed severely wounded this time, unable to rise immediately. Hearing footsteps drawing closer behind him, just as they reached his back, he suddenly spun around and threw an upward punch from below. Boom! The punch landed square on Chen Chuan. Yet to his sheer disbelief, the Mind Jin that Supervisor Wen had found so difficult to withstand landed on Chen Chuan without causing his body to waver even slightly; only his outer coat fluttered. Chen Chuan looked down at him. "Your power is too weak. How did you ever become an Investigation Supervisor?" Supervisor Han's face twisted into a savage scowl. He tried to unleash another punch with his other hand, but before he could move, a violent shock slammed into his abdomen, and an upward kick launched him into the air. Watching Han's body rise, Chen Chuan reached out, seized him by one leg, and slammed him down with tremendous force. Accompanied by a dull crash, the pavement fractured like a spiderweb, forming a massive crater right in the center. Supervisor Han lay in the crater, his eyes rolling back white. A moment later, seemingly regaining consciousness, he pushed against the ground, trying to climb out. But before he could even get up, a fist plunged down from above, smashing into his face. A mouthful of shattered teeth sprayed out, and he was flattened right back down. Yet in the next moment, unwilling to yield, he propped himself up again with a low, guttural roar, the jin surging around his fist causing the air to pop and detonate. Chen Chuan extended a single hand and swatted aside the gathered jin with casual ease. Then, an uppercut hammered into Han's stomach, lifting his body momentarily airborne before—boom!—he was blasted flying into the distance like a human cannonball. This time, Supervisor Han hurtled over a hundred meters before coming to a stop, leaving the road behind him pocked with gouges and shallow craters from the brutal impacts. Everyone flanking the avenue watched in awe as Chen Chuan thrashed him at will. Both held the rank of Investigation Supervisor, yet before Chen Chuan, Han was as utterly powerless as a child before an adult. The men Supervisor Han had brought with him were all pale-faced, sitting frozen in their vehicles, their bodies completely paralyzed with shock. …… ……