Chen Chuan strode into the car. "Looks like you're the one responsible for setting all this up," he said.
The man scrambled backward in a panic and grabbed the handle to the rear door. He couldn't tell if it was already locked or if he was too flustered to apply enough force, but after several twists, it still wouldn't open.
He pounded, kicked, and yanked on the door, but couldn't get it to budge. As he was still trying, a hand reached out, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the door with a sickening THUD. The man's face, along with the Secret Ceremony markings on it, was smashed into a pulp. He left a bloody smear as he slid limply to the floor.
Chen Chuan glanced at his Second Self. The intense signs of dematerialization were gone. 'Now that this wretch has been caught, this ritual node is gone. The phenomenon won't be shackled here any longer.'
