Before the gunmen could pull their triggers, Chen Chuan was already moving. He shot forward abruptly, but the men seemed just barely able to track his movements. Muzzles flashed in an instant.
Chen Chuan simply raised an arm to shield his head and face, ignoring the rest of his body. When the bullets struck him, he only felt slight jolts against his Protective Clothing before they ricocheted off, one after another.
He spun fiercely with his blade. A flash of light was followed by a sound—a sickening mix of slicing flesh, guns, metal, and leather. In that same instant, a gash appeared on the walls of the car.
The row of gunmen ahead of him froze for a moment before their upper torsos all toppled to the ground. Everything they held, including their weapons, had been neatly severed along a single, perfectly smooth line.
