LRAB Chapter 98 The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak!
Chapter 98 The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak!
Chapter 98 The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak!
The night wind was chilly at the entrance of the Huanghe Road Police Station.
Luo Zhenkun climbed into the back seat of the black Audi, and the moment the door closed, his face darkened completely.
"Back to the association."
The driver started the car and drove into the traffic of the night.
Luo Zhenkun leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his temples throbbing. He was sixty-three years old this year, and had been in the traditional martial arts circle for over forty years, climbing from a minor style's inheritor to the position of president of the Eastern Traditional Martial Arts Association. What hadn't he seen?
But he had never seen such a scene before.
A 19-year-old college student knocked the pillar of their association to the ground, took photos and posted them on Weibo, and now he wants to smash the signboard.
absurd.
ridiculous.
But what's even more ridiculous is that he couldn't stop it.
His phone rang. He opened his eyes, glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath, and answered.
"Hello, Mr. Xu."
The voice on the other end of the phone was Xu Shimin's, and the background noise was a bit noisy, like being in a hospital corridor.
"President, I just saw Mr. Zhao. His condition is not good."
Luo Zhenkun's heart sank: "Are you badly injured?"
"It's not a matter of weight." Xu Shimin's voice was very low. "Mr. Zhao said—he was no match for him at all. From beginning to end, he had no chance to fight back. That kid dislocated his joints like an adult disassembles a child's toy."
Luo Zhenkun fell silent.
Xu Shimin continued, "Mr. Zhao asked me to tell you something: don't fight with that kid; they're not on the same level."
He said that not only him, but even the other generals wouldn't be a match for him. There's an 80% chance the Spirit Pivot Ring is on him; otherwise, things wouldn't be like this.
Luo Zhenkun's hand trembled slightly as he held the phone.
"I understand," Luo Zhenkun said. "Go back to the association first, and we'll discuss it."
He hung up the phone, tossed it onto the seat next to him, and looked out the window.
Suddenly, he laughed. "Kid, you have no idea what you're dealing with! It's just a fish. Now that it's jumped out, it's time to sit on the table!!"
Meanwhile, Weibo was in an uproar.
Hu Biao's Weibo post, "I'm going to the association tomorrow to expose their frauds and smash their reputation," had been forwarded over 20,000 times in just half an hour, and the comment section was completely flooded with comments.
@AlwaysEatingGossip: Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!! No way, is he really going to smash up the signboard? Is he really going to go all out?!
@FightingOldZhang: Wait, let me sort this out. The Muay Thai champion was injured and withdrew from the competition. The association sent people to threaten Hu Biao into withdrawing, but the people they sent were crippled by Hu Biao. Now Hu Biao wants to turn around and ruin the association's reputation? Who wrote this script?!
@TonightFightTigers: Can anyone explain who the association sent? How did they get crippled?
@EagleClawDiscipleNeverAdmitsDefeat: ————I heard from people in the circle that he's a very powerful guy.
@RationalDiscussionBot: ? ? ? Wow, how amazing is that??
@EagleClawDiscipleNeverAdmitsDefeat: Simply put, the ceiling of combat power in the traditional martial arts circle.
@NeverAbsentFromEatingGossip: Holy crap!! So Hu Biao has crippled the ceiling of the traditional martial arts world?!
@ConcernedCitizensOfBeijing: The Chaoyang District residents sent their congratulations, saying they'll be there tomorrow to watch the sign-smashing. What time does it start?
@HaidianGossipGirl: Same question +1, I want to go see it in person.
@FightingOldZhang: Seriously? This is the headquarters of the Traditional Martial Arts Association, not a vegetable market. Do you think they'd let him smash it up?
The atmosphere was even more subtle in the various WeChat groups and private chats within the traditional martial arts community.
"Have you heard? Zhao Pohai had seven joints dislocated and was sent straight to the hospital."
"Impossible, right? Old Zhao is so old, could he have fallen because of a heart attack?"
"There are photos, see for yourself."
"————Holy shit."
"Is that kid really going to come and smash the sign tomorrow?"
"Who knows, but the Weibo post has already been made. He'll be even more embarrassed if he doesn't come."
"What did the association say?"
"No response, we can't get through to Chairman Luo by phone."
"If someone really ruins our brand, all the face we've built up over the past decades will be gone—"
No one responded.
The group chat fell into an eerie silence.
The headquarters of the Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association is located in a six-story building near the North Third Ring Road. It is inconspicuous on the outside, with a black sign with gold lettering hanging at the entrance—"Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association".
Luo Zhenkun's car was parked at the entrance. When he got out of the car, Xu Shimin was already waiting there.
The two didn't speak, but went into the building one after the other, went upstairs, entered the office, and closed the door.
Luo Zhenkun sat down in the chair, rubbing his temples, looking surprisingly relaxed.
"Now that the big fish has surfaced, it's no longer our problem."
"I understand." Xu Shimin nodded and said nothing more.
Emperor Hotel, Room 812.
Hu Biao had just finished showering when his phone rang.
Caller ID: Dad.
He glanced at the time; it was 11:40. Hu Shenyan usually didn't make phone calls at this hour.
"Hello, Dad?"
"Sanhu, are you asleep?" Hu Shenyan's voice sounded a little tired, but his tone was still relatively calm.
"Just finished showering and getting ready for bed. What's up?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
"I just received a few phone calls," Hu Shenyan said, "from banks, partners, and a few friends in government agencies."
Hu Biao paused for a moment while drying his hair.
"What did you say?"
"Let me advise you to back down," Hu Shenyan said calmly. "The banks say that Hongda Group has several loans under review, and if they find any unstable factors in the group's operations, they may reassess them. Our partners say that several contracts are about to be signed, but they suddenly realized that cooperating with us might pose a risk of negative public opinion. Our friends in the government have put it more subtly, suggesting that we cooperate with the overall situation and maintain stability."
Hu Biao threw the towel aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know your current situation, but these phone calls, from the bottom of their voices, are all trying to get me to stop you from going to that traditional martial arts association tomorrow. They've also implied that if you stop, Hongda will get better loan terms, better cooperation policies, and more government support. The offers are very tempting."
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Capital has entered the market!
Sure enough, as soon as they saw themselves, the big fish surfaced, they couldn't resist joining in.
"Dad, what are you thinking?"
"I don't have any particular thoughts, it's all up to you," Hu Shenyan said. "I won't hide anything from you about the group's affairs. Although there are some difficulties, the debt-to-equity ratio is still relatively safe. I haven't done anything illegal or disorderly over the years, and I've earned enough money to last several lifetimes. At worst, I can liquidate and leave, close the business, go back home and farm. What's there to be afraid of!"
"Are you really that optimistic? You're not even fifty yet, it's the perfect age to strive for success."
After a moment of silence, Hu Shenyan suddenly said, "If you're already ED, what's the point of striving anymore!"
"Pfft!!" Hu Biao spat out a mouthful of salt soda. This was...
He was speechless.
"Alright, I'll handle this." He finally spoke after a long silence.
"Yes, the most important thing is yourself; be careful."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Hu Biao said calmly.
Then the call dropped, not because he hung up, but because the phone broke.
The old man was really pushed to the limit; they even resorted to this excuse just to put him at ease!
Hu Biao shook his hand, tossing the phone fragments onto the ground. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He opened his laptop, logged into Weibo, and directly tagged the Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association with the caption: "The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak. This is the fate of the weak. And they still dare to fight back—!"
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