nycdaug Chapter 96 Inferences and Responses
Chapter 96 Inferences and Responses
Chapter 96 Inferences and Responses
"We might have caught a big fish!"
Xu Shimin spoke slowly, then realized what was happening. His expression changed constantly as he was shocked by the disappearance of one shock after another, like a kaleidoscope. Perhaps even his instincts didn't know what kind of expression he should have now.
Xu Shimin shared his guess, and excitedly stood up from the sofa, took a deep breath, and paced around the office.
"President, think about it, how could a nineteen-year-old possibly reach such a level in martial arts?"
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Luo Zhenkun shook his head, then nodded. "Yes—he's only nineteen, that's impossible."
"Even a true genius, a genius of unparalleled brilliance, cannot achieve that," Xu Shimin said. "Because the rank of general cannot be attained through mere hard work. You understand this better than I do."
Luo Zhenkun fell silent; of course he understood.
For a martial artist to reach the rank of general and unleash their power, they cannot achieve this through training alone; they need external assistance.
There are many kinds of external forces, but no matter how many kinds there are, they are not something that a second-generation rich kid of a real estate group or a disciple of a down-on-his-luck martial artist can obtain, especially in this era, it is absolutely impossible!
"So, eliminating all the impossibilities," Xu Shimin stopped and looked at Luo Zhenkun, "the remaining possibility, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth."
Luo Zhenkun's eyes slowly widened.
"You mean—"
"The Spirit Pivot Ring." Xu Shimin said slowly and deliberately, "The Spirit Pivot Ring that we have been searching for is very likely on his person!" As if to strengthen his persuasiveness, he clenched his fist tightly.
The air in the office seemed to freeze.
Luo Zhenkun stood still, motionless.
A few seconds later, he slammed his hand hard on the table, as if to vent some kind of emotion.
"It's him, it's him! If that's the case, then it all makes sense!" He let out a long sigh. "For years, we've been posting videos online to fish for information, like searching for a needle in a haystack, just hoping for a tiny chance of actually catching that thing. And unexpectedly, we actually succeeded!"
Xu Shimin nodded, his mind racing.
"How to handle this matter requires careful consideration."
"you mean----!"
"This kid is too arrogant. He probably hasn't suffered since he was a child. With his current strength, he's become incredibly arrogant. So, it's best to handle this from the outside."
"The periphery?!"
"Isn't he the young master of a real estate company?" Xu Shimin glanced at Luo Zhenkun, who immediately understood and nodded.
Just then, Xu Shimin's phone rang. Upon seeing the number, Xu Shimin immediately composed himself, picked up the phone, and whispered to Luo Zhenkun, "It's Director Huang!"
Luo Zhenkun nodded and said nothing more.
The call was connected.
"Hey, Director Huang, it's me, Xu Shimin. What? How could this be—Okay, okay, we'll be right there—"
The phone hangs up.
"So, what did he say?!"
Xu Shimin looked somewhat puzzled. "That kid called the police and should be at the police station now."
"Call the police?!" Luo Zhenkun's expression froze for a moment.
"The police have been called. Mr. Zhao has been taken to the hospital. Director Huang has notified us to send one person, and the police station also needs to send one person."
"Okay, I'll go to the police station and meet that kid. You go to the hospital, check on Mr. Zhao's condition, and find out what happened at the scene."
"I see!"
Rewind half an hour. Xiao Zhou, the police officer on duty at Huanghe Road Police Station, had never seen anything like this in his life.
A call came in reporting a home invasion attack in room 812 of the Emperor Hotel.
Normal police response.
When they arrived at the scene, a young college student wearing a jacket opened the door. He had a calm expression and said, "The person is here. You can take them away."
Then he pointed to the corner of the wall.
A middle-aged man was sitting in the corner.
Xiao Zhou didn't pay much attention at first, thinking it was just a regular public order case.
Then he walked closer and saw the man's face clearly.
He doesn't know him.
But he saw the man's arm.
Both arms were hanging down, but at the wrong angle.
Xiao Zhou had also practiced martial arts for a while. He had studied with his master for a period of time when he was a child. Although he didn't stick with it, he still had basic eyesight.
He could see that both of the man's arm joints were dislocated.
It's not a fracture, it's a dislocation.
The entire arm, from shoulder to elbow to wrist, had three joints that were all dislocated.
He looked at his legs again.
One cannot straighten, the other cannot curl up.
The knee and ankle joints also turned white.
Xiao Zhou broke out in a cold sweat.
He had been a policeman for three years, and he had seen fights and brawls. He had also witnessed sparring among people in traditional martial arts circles, as well as injuries from cuts and broken bones.
They've seen a lot and are quite knowledgeable.
But I've never seen a person whose seven major joints have all been removed.
This is not a fight.
This is----
He looked at the college student.
The college student was looking down at his phone, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.
"You—you did this?"
The college student looked up, glanced at him, and nodded.
"Yes, it was self-defense."
Xiao Zhou opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He wanted to say, "You went too far in self-defense," but he swallowed the words back.
Because he saw the hole in the wall.
Looking at the floor, which was clearly worn thinner, I couldn't help but feel a chill for the residents downstairs.
There was a few seconds of silence.
Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Chief, room 812 at the Emperor Hotel needs backup."
The next hour was filled with chaos.
First, the ambulance arrived.
The medical staff tried to lift the middle-aged man onto a stretcher, but found they couldn't.
Because all of the person's joints were dislocated, the slightest touch would cause them to gasp in pain.
The person who started this clearly wouldn't take the initiative to help others reattach their hands and feet.
There was no other way but to call the fire department.
When the firefighters arrived, they used a special stretcher to secure the person and carefully moved them out inch by inch.
The scene resembled rescuing a seriously injured person who had fallen from the twentieth floor.
A crowd of onlookers gathered around, taking pictures with their phones.
Xiao Zhou tried to stop him, but couldn't.
He glanced back at the college student, and now he knew who the student was.
Hu Biao, nicknamed "Eagle Claw King" online, will surely become his name in the underworld.
Just now, he received several phone calls, all inquiring about the situation. At the same time, he also learned some information.
That pathetic guy slumped in the corner was none other than the legendary Zhao Pohai.
Zhao Pohai, the Fist of the Mountain-Stabilizing God!
As a marginal figure in the traditional martial arts circle, he grew up listening to his legends. Now, he has witnessed the collapse of those legends firsthand!
Hu Biao stood at the door, still holding up his phone to take pictures.
His expression was calm, even with a hint of curiosity, as if he were watching a spectacle.
Xiao Zhou: "————"
After nearly an hour of trouble, we finally got the person off.
Then came the written record.
Following procedure, Xiao Zhou took Hu Biao back to the police station to prepare for a detailed statement.
He was stunned when he arrived at the police station.
Three cars were parked in front of the police station.
One vehicle was painted in the colors of the Garrison Command, another was a black Audi, and the third was a regular minivan.
The people standing at the door made his scalp tingle even more.
The man in uniform was from the Garrison Command; his shoulder insignia indicated a rank so high that he dared not look at him too closely. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man in civilian clothes.
The other two middle-aged men in plainclothes had serious expressions and were staring at the college students who got out of the police car.
Lu Zhenhua stood at the entrance of the police station, watching Hu Biao get out of the police car.
Hu Biao also saw him.
Then Hu Biao smiled and waved to him as if he were seeing an old friend.
"Director Lu! What a coincidence! You're here too!"
Lu Zhenhua took a deep breath, his lips twitched twice, and he ignored him.
The policeman next to him chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Old Lu, having this thing around in your Jiangcheng must be exhausting, right?"
Lu Zhenhua's expression froze slightly. He glanced at him with amusement. "Old Huang, this happened in the capital. You're in charge of this. You're the one who's in trouble!"
The smile on Lao Huang's face froze.
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