Dawn of a New Era-Chapter 587 - 561: Should We Leave One Alive?

The incident happened suddenly.

The president on the rostrum paused involuntarily, his hand holding the medal instinctively pulling back. Immediately, he felt the medal in his hand being pulled away by an invisible force, tracing an arc, landing in Chen Shouyi’s hand.

Chen Shouyi was slightly taken aback.

Uh!

This was a bit awkward!

This wasn’t his intention at all.

He just had a slight thought.

As a result, the medal fell into his hand. This was so shocking, making it seem like he couldn’t wait.

"I’ll take it first!" Chen Shouyi forced himself to say calmly.

"Ah, oh, it’s no problem!" The president came back to his senses and quickly said, watching as General Manager Chen remained composed and even casually held the medal. His heart calmed down too.

With General Manager Chen, who could slay gods, everything else seemed insignificant.

...

"Ding ding ding..."

Blood-stained bullets squeezed out from the bodies of the two Central Asians, falling onto the marble floor with a crisp ringing sound.

Actually, the two had already suffered fatal injuries. Charging through such heavily guarded gunfire, where even the bullets were armor-piercing, even a demigod would find it hard to come out unscathed, let alone two legends.

But legends are known for their formidable defense and vitality. Even when mortally wounded, it’s hard for them to die instantly.

The two caught their breath, adjusted themselves back to peak condition, exchanged a glance, each seeing the resolve to die in the other’s face:

"Take action!"

Not wasting a single moment on nonsense, the two rushed towards the rostrum, this was the heart of Great Xia Country, a horde of soldiers would soon arrive from outside, they only had one chance, the longer they delayed, the more unexpected the outcome.

At this moment, the young man on the rostrum, who had been facing away from them, slowly turned around.

His expression was calm, faintly familiar, with a trace of a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, a creeping sense of dread arose from the depths of their hearts, spreading throughout their bodies, causing their hair to stand on end.

Danger!

Danger!

Danger!

Their minds screamed out warnings.

It was as if they were charging not at a target for assassination, but at a terrifying fierce beast, even death itself.

Impossible!

How could there be such a powerful human being!

They were already legends, the pinnacle a human could reach.

Even if someone was stronger, they couldn’t be that much stronger.

Maybe... this was a hallucination just before death. Atasi, who was a step ahead, let out a roar, but just as his vocal cords started to tremble, the next moment, he felt a gust of wind hit his face, a blurred shadow arrived in an instant...

"Boom" - a loud bang!

His head exploded like a watermelon, blood and flesh scattering.

Chen Shouyi retracted his foot.

The other Central Asian legend, two steps behind, turned pale as he finally recognized who it was, crying out in desperation, "It’s God Chen!"

But before he could finish speaking.

He was grabbed by the throat by a large iron-like hand, and was violently slammed onto the ground.

"Boom" - a sound.

The ground shook slightly.

Marble cracked, debris flew, dust filled the air.

Chen Shouyi looked at the president who seemed a bit dazed and asked, "Do you need a survivor?"

"Chen... General Manager Chen, he... he seems to be dying!" A recently arrived guard stopped in his tracks, speaking in awe and softly.

Hearing this, Chen Shouyi paused for a moment, looked back, and found the Central Asian man’s neck bent weirdly, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, eyes wide open, only exhaling but not inhaling.

Why so fragile?

He prodded the head with his big hand, discovering the neck bone had been completely broken by him.

I didn’t even use much force!

...

With this incident, the award ceremony naturally ended hastily.

Soon large numbers of guards rushed in, escorting the president and other high-level military and political officials away in a hurry. The legendary man in black protecting the president was also carried on a stretcher, it’s uncertain if he would survive.

Before leaving, the president shook hands with Chen Shouyi, expressing apologies and thanks, agreeing to meet the next day.

Chen Shouyi didn’t really care, he had merely stretched his arms and legs a bit.

It was just a pity that the suit he wore for half an hour in the morning got completely ruined, causing a slight bit of regret in his heart.

...

Outside, it was a mess, with corpses and soldiers running everywhere.

But this had nothing to do with Chen Shouyi anymore.

He took a transport vehicle back to the guesthouse.

Soon after he arrived, Zhang Miaomiao hurried over.

She wore a fitted black professional outfit, with a low-cut white cotton T-shirt underneath, revealing a hint of snow-white fair skin. After her recent blessing, her skin had noticeably improved.

It seemed as if it was covered with a layer of creamy fat, looking as if a breath could shatter it.

Of course, Chen Shouyi wouldn’t look too much.

"General Manager Chen, did something big happen?" Zhang Miaomiao knocked at the door, asking impatiently before even catching her breath.

In the morning, gunfire echoed densely near the Great Hall, with soldiers everywhere, it was like a war, a nerve-wracking scene. This was the Capital City, such matters were indeed very sensitive.

"Not really a big deal, just some Central Asian cultists attempting to assassinate the president!" Chen Shouyi said earnestly, retracting his gaze casually.

Zhang Miaomiao opened her mouth in response.

My dear General Manager Chen, if this isn’t a big deal, what is!

"And now?" she hurriedly asked.

"I solved it easily." Chen Shouyi took out a can of chilled Coke, casually gesturing to Zhang Miaomiao, "Want some?"

He hadn’t even exerted much force!

He easily took care of it.

"No... no!" Zhang Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, refusing, then quickly returned to the topic: "The president... he wasn’t hurt, right?"

"He’s fine!" Chen Shouyi said, opening the can, savoring a sip. For someone like him, seasoned on battlefields, this was a small matter, hardly crossing his mind.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.

...

After Zhang Miaomiao left, Chen Shouyi closed the door. Shell Lady emerged from under the covers.

By now, she was quite accustomed to hiding under the covers or under the bed when someone came, dodging faster than a mouse, it would be hard for an average person to spot her in the room.

He sat on the bed, taking out a gold National Defender Medal and certificate from the space.

He observed them for a long time.

Couldn’t help chuckling twice.

Including the Godslayer Medal, he finally had two medals! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Hey Giant, what’s this?" Shell Lady climbed up Chen Shouyi’s arm nimbly, asking with curious eyes.

"Nothing, but you can’t play with this." Chen Shouyi quickly stowed the medal back into the space, being stingy.

This was a family heirloom.

It was to be passed down through generations.

From father to son, son to grandson... certainly not something for Shell Lady to play with.

Gold is soft, with Tiny’s strength, pressing hard could leave a mark, asking for a replacement would even feel a bit embarrassing.

Shell Lady, hearing this, looked at the dumb giant with disdain, snorted, and jumped off his arm.

This thing, Tiny doesn’t care to look at among the valuable stones.

She opened an elementary school math book and began angrily working on math problems aloud.