A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 117 Spider Treading Water

This time, returning home from Beijing University for winter break is different from previous years.

The main reason is that he caused a lot of trouble with the Traditional Martial Arts Association, which directly paralyzed the association and infringed on the interests of many people. Naturally, those whose interests were harmed would not let it go. If they can't deal with him, can't they deal with his family?

So initially, Hongda Group faced considerable pressure, to the point that Hu Shenyan even considered retiring. However, later, Hu Biao reached an agreement with the Sixth Bureau and accepted their offer of amnesty, thus relieving Hongda Group of its pressure. This shift in power dynamics allowed the cunning Hu Shenyan to glean some insights, leading to a change in his attitude towards his increasingly uncontrollable son after Hu Biao returned home.

How so?

It's like when I know something has happened to you, and it's a big thing, and I want to know, but I'm too embarrassed to ask, and I don't know if I can ask.

Hu Biao was quite helpless about this, but he couldn't explain it to him clearly, so he just made up an excuse to get by. I know you probably won't believe it, and you know I know you don't really believe it—

Okay, that's the weird state of things.

It took him several days to adjust after returning home, and then he began his career as a scumbag.

Dump Lin Wanqing.

Well, it can't be called dumping him, since they didn't really start anything. At most, Lin Wanqing was flirted with by him and became interested in him, but he had his eye on someone else's girl. So, naturally, it had to end things.

If Lu Yiran hadn't really gotten to his point, he wouldn't have dumped Lin Wanqing so quickly. After all, he knew the principle of keeping one's options open while looking for something better.

Originally, he wanted to keep Lin Wanqing as a backup option, but now that he has seen the right one, the backup option is naturally no longer needed.

You call him a scumbag?

No, how could that be? Aren't all men like that? They're always looking for something new and wanting more, that's just their nature!

So, I'm clearly just an ordinary guy, okay? Those second male leads in female-oriented novels are the real scumbags!

Okay, Sang Biao is indeed not a good person, and he never thought of himself as one!

During the entire winter break and Chinese New Year, he only did two things: shift blame and process information.

The consequence of decisively shifting the blame was that Lin Wanqing was the only one who got hurt!

That's why, just a few days after the start of the semester, Su Xiao came back to confront him.

Of course, none of that matters. What matters is that after shifting the blame, he can move forward with a lighter burden. Even when he calls out "Father-in-law," he sounds quite self-righteous. As for whether Lu Zhenhua on the other end of the phone will be furious with him, he doesn't care.

Lu Zhenhua on the other end of the phone wasn't exactly furious, but he was on the verge of exploding. This bastard was shameless. He'd only met his daughter once, and they'd had no contact since, yet he acted like this father-in-law. In all his years, he'd never seen such a thick-skinned brat.

However, he had no time to argue with him about this. "You came to the Sixth Division because something big has happened."

Something terrible has happened?

How come I didn't know?

Do you think I don't know who else is causing trouble in Jiangcheng?

Who's that awesome? Don't they know that people this awesome aren't allowed to exist in Jiangcheng?

Hu Biao had some doubts, but he still took a taxi to the Sixth Division of the Garrison Command.

Jiangcheng, Garrison Command, Sixth Division.

When Hu Biao followed the shy young man who had led the way last time back into the wasteland-like office building, the young man's attitude was much better than the last time he came; he even used the formal "you" (formal). "Third floor, 301, you can go up by yourself."

After all, things are different now. The last time Hu Biao came here, he was just a small-time ghost who knew martial arts, but today he is a registered general-level martial artist in the Sixth Bureau of the headquarters. These two identities are not even in the same league.

Upon arriving at room 301, Hu Biao pushed open the door and entered.

The meeting room was still the same meeting room, but the old, worn-out conference table had been replaced with a new one. It was the same kind of dark brown long table that was standard in government agencies, with a surface so shiny it reflected a mirror, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding mottled walls.

Lu Zhenhua sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the screen that had obviously been installed recently. Even when Hu Biao pushed the door open and came in, he completely ignored him.

"Father-in-law is great—"

Ping Pong —

The stainless steel thermos cup came crashing down on me like a missile.

Hu Biao stepped aside, smiling, and said, "Father-in-law, what's gotten into you so angry? Should I take care of him?"

"Shut up!" Lu Zhenhua snapped, his tone harsh. "Watch the video!"

"video?"

Hu Biao turned his head. On the screen was a paused video. The scene was dark, seemingly at night, with a blurry background. It could only be seen as an open space that looked like a parking lot or warehouse.

Lu Zhenhua pressed the play button.

The image started shaking, seemingly from the perspective of a surveillance camera. The image quality wasn't high, but it was clear enough to see the content.

The time is midnight, and the location is an underground parking lot. In the video, three men in dark suits are walking quickly along the passageway. One of them is carrying a briefcase, while the other keeps looking back, seemingly wary of something.

Then-

A figure suddenly "popped" out from the shadows at the edge of the screen.

Hu Biao squinted.

He was a man dressed in dark sportswear, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, obscuring his face. His movements were extremely fast, but not in a frenzied, sprinting manner; rather, they were a strange, almost physics-defying speed.

He "splashed" behind the three men, his footsteps landing almost silently, without even causing any air ripples.

The man in the suit at the front seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around—

But it's too late.

The figure was already in front of him.

The next scene made Hu Biao's eyes narrow slightly.

The figure made its move.

There was no fancy opening stance, no building up of power, no warning. His right palm simply rose and pressed down, as fast as a black lightning bolt.

"Smack."

With a soft crack, the man in the suit's head snapped backward at an impossible angle, his cervical spine snapping instantly.

At the same time, his left elbow struck the second man in the chest.

The elbow strike was so fast that it was barely visible in Hu Biao's video!

That wasn't a simple elbow strike; rather, the entire arm was like a steel whip, generating power from the shoulder, accelerating through the elbow joint, and finally concentrating all the kinetic energy at the tip of the elbow to strike the middle of the opponent's sternum.

"Click!"

The sound of the sternum collapsing was captured by the surveillance equipment; it was muffled and terrifying.

The second man didn't even have time to scream before his body went limp.

The third man only then realized what was happening and reached for his waist—

But the figure's right foot had already been raised.

He stomped forward violently.

He stepped on the gun that the other man had just pulled out halfway, and the gun instantly deformed and slipped from his hand. Immediately afterward, his foot moved up, his knee slamming into the other man's abdomen, while his right hand formed a claw and gripped the other man's throat.

"Click."

"

The cervical vertebrae fractured again.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Three seconds, three lives lost.

The figure didn't even pause. After killing the three, it merely glanced down at the corpses on the ground, then turned around, sprang into the shadows, and disappeared from the surveillance footage.

The video ends.

Hu Biao stared at the black screen and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he raised his head and looked at Lu Zhenhua.

"A spider treading on water, a general-rank officer."