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

Chapter 76: Isn't it just a group of reactionary secret societies? Why not suppress them!

"Who is it? Has the scam gotten more sophisticated? Now you're even trying to scare people?" Sun Hao leaned closer, his face still showing the excitement he had when he was criticizing the Milk Dragon Princess during the political commentary session.

"It's nothing," Hu Biao put his phone back in his pocket, his expression already calm. "A relative has come to Jiangcheng and is inviting me to lunch tomorrow."

"Your relative works in the Garrison Command?!"

"No, he booked a hotel next to the Garrison Command!" Hu Biao said somewhat perfunctorily.

Zheng Shanhe!

The master he chose for himself was originally intended to find a successor and avoid some trouble, but now it seems like he's just asking for trouble.

However, considering the current state of the traditional martial arts community, they didn't pay much attention. Even if they wanted to cause trouble for themselves, they didn't have the ability to do so!

However, just to be on the safe side, it's best to take a look.

He picked up his phone and checked the location of No. 52 Yunlin Road. The name of the Garrison Command was indeed marked on the phone map. Then, based on the map, he blinked and activated his high-dimensional vision.

Ten minutes later, he blinked again and glanced at the time on his phone.

It was 10:52. There were only eight minutes left before lights out. No wonder there was no one there except for a few people on duty. He looked at the phone number that had called him. It was a mobile phone, not a landline. His high-dimensional vision didn't have the ability to trace people by following radio waves.

So I simply stopped caring and figured I'd find out when I got there.

The following morning, Hu Biao arrived at No. 52 Yunlin Road on time. The guards on duty at the gate checked his ID card, as if they had been notified in advance. After registering him in a notebook, a young man in a police uniform led him into the compound.

Although the young man was smiling, he seemed a bit shy and didn't say a word the whole way. Hu Biao felt a little awkward and could only pretend to appreciate the scenery around him.

The courtyard is well-greened and has a very quiet atmosphere.

Yes, it is like that.

Before long, the young man led him to a five-story office building with an ordinary appearance and pointed inside: "Third floor, conference room 301, go up by yourself."

Hu Biao nodded, glanced up at the office building, and went inside.

The hallway was rather empty, with a cement floor and walls painted half-green, giving it a vintage feel.

No, it didn't feel very old-fashioned; it felt more like a wasteland, because Hu Biao saw that several windows on the first floor were missing their panes of glass, and the entire office building seemed completely deserted.

However, it wasn't that no one was there. There was someone on the third floor. In his perception, in a room on the third floor, besides the breathing of two normal people, there was another person whose breathing was extremely faint, almost in sync with their heartbeat, standing not far from the two.

That room must be conference room 301.

"Interesting." Hu Biao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and slowly walked up to the third floor, finding conference room 301.

The dark wooden door was closed. Hu Biao raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and knocked three times on the door, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Please come in." A deep, steady male voice came from inside.

Hu Biao pushed open the door and entered.

The meeting room was not small, but the furnishings were simple, even rudimentary.

A long conference table stood in the center, with several chairs against the wall. The windows were dimly lit with blinds. Only two people sat around the conference table.

Just as his gaze swept over the two of them, the tall figure behind him, who had seemed to blend into the shadows by the side of the conference room door, moved!

His movements were like a cheetah suddenly leaping out from its slumber, swift and unparalleled, yet carrying a profound and powerful force.

A large, dark hand with prominent bones and fingers slightly curled into claws, with a slight whistling sound as it tore through the air, grabbed Hu Biao's right shoulder acupoint, Jianjing!

Before the fingertips even arrived, a sharp burst of energy had already penetrated the body...

Eagle Claw Grappling Technique!

In a flash, without even turning his head, Hu Biao subtly shrugged and twisted his right shoulder, slippery as an eel, causing his opponent's determined grab to miss. At the same time, using his left foot as a pivot, he turned halfway around with an unnatural fluidity, his right hand, fingers pointed like a halberd, striking first with lightning speed, leaving a blur in his wake, precisely targeting the Neiguan acupoint on the attacker's eagle-claw wrist!

The attacker was clearly not prepared for Hu Biao's terrifying reaction and speed. He exclaimed "Eh!" and quickly retracted his right hand, turning it from a claw into a palm, slicing through Hu Biao's outstretched fingers. At the same time, his left palm silently struck Hu Biao's ribs.

Hu Biao's eyes were calm and expressionless.

Although his opponent changed his move quickly, in his perception, not only was the trajectory clearly discernible, but the speed was also far too slow. Incredibly, the two fingers of his right hand drew a small arc in the air, avoiding the horizontal slash, as if they had been waiting there all along, and gently touched the pulse point of the opponent's retracting right wrist. The touch was instantaneous, yet a concentrated, needle-like force instantly penetrated it!

The attacker's entire right arm suddenly went numb, and the force of his left palm, aimed at his ribs, was reduced by a third. Meanwhile, Hu Biao's left hand had appeared like a ghost, its five fingers also claw-shaped, but even more agile and nimble, lightning-fast grabbing the attacker's left elbow joint, twisting and pushing!

"Hmph!" The attacker grunted, his tall body involuntarily propelled by a clever force, staggering forward half a step, leaving his front wide open.

Hu Biao reached out with his right hand, grabbed the other person by the center, lifted him up, and slammed him hard onto the conference table.

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, the old conference table was smashed into pieces.

The entire exchange took no more than two breaths. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any unnecessary frills; it was the most direct and effective way to break and counter a opponent's defense in grappling and combat.

After a muffled thud, the conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the dust kicked up in the air.

"Depend on!!"

The middle-aged police officer sitting at the head of the conference table suddenly clapped his hands and stood up abruptly, looking surprised. This officer was about fifty years old, with a square face and sharp eyes. His shoulder insignia indicated a high rank, but Hu Biao didn't know much about him and therefore didn't know his exact rank.

The old man sitting next to him also had a look of horror in his eyes. He no longer had the calm and collected demeanor he had before. He stood up and was about to speak when he saw Hu Biao's foot already on the attacker's face. The attacker was struggling there with a face full of unwillingness. Hu Biao suddenly shouted angrily.

"Let him go! Let him go right now!"

"Who are you?" Hu Biao grinned, rubbing his foot against the man's face, showing no respect whatsoever.

"Alright, Hu Biao, let him go. He means no harm; he just wants to verify your identity," the middle-aged police officer said to Hu Biao, pulling back the elderly man who was about to step forward.

"Confirm my identity?" Hu Biao looked half-believing, but he loosened his foot from the other man's face and took a step back. The man, now free, suddenly jumped up from the ground, his face full of anger, and was about to attack again. However, before he could finish his move, he suddenly froze and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Huh?!" Hu Biao looked at the man who suddenly knelt down, speechless. "It's not even New Year's yet, I didn't bring any red envelopes."

"You..." The man was filled with shame and indignation.

"Did you dislocate his leg joint?" The police officer standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer and asked.

"Oh, right, I dislocated his joints. Tsk, little guy, his waist's pretty strong, he can even twist a few times!" Hu Biao said, scratching his head with a smile, as if he had just remembered.

The officer smiled, walked over, and said, "Let's get acquainted. My name is Lu Zhenhua, the director of the Sixth Division of the Garrison Command, specifically responsible for coordinating matters related to your traditional martial arts circle."

"Traditional martial arts circles?" Hu Biao looked at Lu Zhenhua, who was smiling, with a puzzled expression. "What traditional martial arts circles? Aren't they just a bunch of reactionary secret societies? Shouldn't you police be suppressing them? Why are you trying to mediate?"