Chen Chuan was at least a hundred meters from the two men Moustache Chou had left behind. But the moment he accelerated, he was on them in what seemed like a few short breaths.
Startled, the two men deftly drew daggers from their waists.
"Ooh..." Fatty Guo's eyes lit up, ready for a show. 'Fighting bare-handed versus fighting with weapons are two completely different things,' he thought. 'No matter how skilled you are, you can still get hurt facing a blade if you aren't wearing Protective Clothing.'
'Even if someone gets hurt or dies, that's the client's business, not mine. And besides, we're just talking about one of the client's flunkies. The Land Commission Office isn't going to turn on me over something like this.'
Though Chen Chuan was empty-handed, his Second Self had merged with him, multiplying his speed and reflexes. To him, the two men seemed to be moving in slow motion.
