Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

With a clear direction, Lin Chen's speed suddenly increased.

On snow-covered roads, the speed of a typical tracked troop carrier is no more than 40 kilometers per hour.

In that short time, the Chang family father and son couldn't possibly run far.

Before long, at the end of the dimly lit street ahead, two indistinct vehicles covered in ice and snow came into Lin Chen's view.

"Well disguised." A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

His figure blurred again, and with a spatial teleport followed by a burst of extreme speed, Lin Chen appeared like a ghost in the middle of the road, dozens of meters in front of the two troop carriers.

The troop carrier did not slow down.

Inside the car, Chang Chengye, sitting in the passenger seat, squinted and vaguely saw what appeared to be a figure in the middle of the road.

But the night was dark, and the person stood with their back to the light, so their face was not clear.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and since he had only seen Lin Chen in videos and photos on his phone, he couldn't immediately connect this lone figure blocking his way with that terrifying enemy.

Chang Chengye's voice was cold and hard, his decisiveness overriding any doubt: "Just ram them! Don't stop!"

Without hesitation, Leng Zhijie slammed on the accelerator, and the heavy tracked vehicle roared forward.

Upon seeing this, Lin Chen's lips curled into a cold smile.

He did not confront the steel behemoth head-on, but instead flashed to the roadside like the wind.

Several cars, half-buried in ice and snow, were piled up haphazardly there.

With one hand gripping the chassis of a car, his muscles slightly tense, he effortlessly lifted the several-ton iron lump and, as if throwing a stone, swung it around and slammed it hard onto the road in front of the troop carrier!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted in the silent night, sending shattered ice and metal parts flying everywhere, and leaving a shallow crater in the road.

Then another one, and then another. A total of seven or eight vehicles were lost, completely blocking the road!

"Squeak—!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the tracks left deep marks on the snow.

The first car barely stopped in front of the wreckage, and the second one followed closely behind.

"Stop the car!!" Chang Chengye's heart skipped a beat at the sudden violent interception, and he shouted sharply.

Only now did he truly see clearly the figure standing amidst the swirling snowflakes and the halo of headlights, the composure emanating from him, and the subtle sense of oppression he felt...

The headlights came on, the doors of both cars opened quickly, and figures jumped out in a flurry.

Zhang Zicheng and Leng Zhijie instantly stood on either side of Chang Chengye and Chang Hao, their wooden faces expressionless, only their bodies ready for battle.

The remaining twenty-odd A-level superhuman henchmen reacted extremely quickly, rapidly spreading out in a semi-circle to subtly surround Lin Chen, who was blocking their way. With weapons in hand, their superhuman abilities shimmered faintly in the darkness.

Chang Hao was somewhat disheveled from the earlier tremor. After regaining his footing, his anger flared. Seeing that the other party was only one person, his courage returned. He immediately stepped forward, pointed at Lin Chen, and shouted, "Where did this blind fool come from! Daring to block my way? Do you want to die?!"

He felt that the man's features were somewhat familiar, but in his shock and anger, he couldn't immediately place him.

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the crowd before him, finally settling on the shouting Chang Hao. He suddenly let out a cold laugh, his voice clear enough to send chills down one's spine in the cold night: "You just injured my men during the day, and now, in the middle of the night, what are you all planning to do... disappear without a trace? Where are you going to have some fun?"

He did not answer Chang Hao's question directly.

Upon hearing this, Chang Chengye's pupils suddenly contracted!

Chang Hao froze, his mind racing through the documents and photos he had seen. His face turned deathly pale, and his fingers trembled slightly. "You...you are...Lin Chen?!"

Lin Chen's smile deepened slightly, but he neither admitted nor denied it. Instead, he looked at Chang Hao with great interest.

His gaze was like that of someone appraising an object: "This must be the famous Young Master Chang, right? No wonder he keeps talking about wanting people dead. He really is... very imposing."

His tone was calm, yet every word he spoke was like a needle.

This was the first time he had ever seen this "famous" playboy in person. He seemed to be stronger than the rumors suggested, probably because he had awakened his superpowers and recovered a lot of his strength.

Chang Chengye's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran up his spine.

From deciding to escape to being stopped on the road, it had only been a little over twenty minutes. The fact that the other side was able to block their path so precisely... no one would believe that no one had leaked the information.

At this point, it's pointless to find the mole.

He forcibly suppressed his surging fear, quickly plastering a familiar fake smile on his face. He took a half-step forward, shielding Chang Hao slightly behind him, his tone sincere and even tinged with helplessness:

"Mr. Lin, this is a huge misunderstanding! The conflict during the day was entirely Wang Gang's own doing. His son died at your hands, and he has been holding a grudge ever since, always wanting revenge... Even though I am the head of the shelter, it is difficult for me to control him at all times."

He paused, then spread his hands, trying to appear more innocent: "As for why we're out here now... it's actually to visit a friend. An old friend in Shenzhen is seriously ill and doesn't have much time left, so I figured I had to go see him one last time. We left in a hurry without telling anyone, so please forgive me, Mr. Lin."

Lin Chen listened quietly, the half-smile on his lips unchanged, but his eyes seemed to be watching a low-grade farce.

In the interplay of headlights, a hint of undisguised sarcasm appeared on his face.

"Mayor Chang," he suddenly spoke, his voice low but piercing Chang Chengye's carefully woven lies like an icicle, "there's no need to play these tricks on me. I'm not a politician; I have no interest in, nor the patience to, play these roundabout games with you."

Chang Chengye's fake smile instantly froze.

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the alert Zhang Zicheng and Leng Zhijie, then over his nervous confidants, finally settling on Chang Chengye's face. Each word, clear and cold, struck the silent snowy night:

"I've come for only one thing."

"Now, you only have two choices."

He held up one finger: "First, turn around and retreat to your sanctuary. I'll give you five days to gather all the forces you can. After five days, we'll fight a fair and square battle to the death."

Then, he extended his second finger, and at the same time, a chilling killing intent, almost tangible, slowly emanated from his body, causing the hairs of the nearest superhumans to stand on end.

"Secondly, if you insist on escaping..."

He paused, each word carrying immense weight:

"I will make you all die here now."

The beam of the car headlights illuminated Lin Chen's calm yet resolute face, and also revealed Chang Chengye's face, which had suddenly turned extremely ugly.

The choice was laid bare and cruelly before them.

Perhaps retreating will give us five days to catch our breath?

If you go in, you will immediately face the unfathomable god of death before you.

All eyes were fixed on Chang Chengye, awaiting his decision.

Chang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but under the lingering pressure of Lin Chen's icy gaze, his throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a single word.