bookrandom Chapter 90 Whoever is a coward is a grandson
Chapter 90 Whoever is a coward is a grandson
Chapter 90 Whoever is a coward is a grandson (General rank)
When the phone rang, Hu Biao walked out of that huge "biological" chamber for the seventh time.
Looking at the lit phone screen, the caller ID displayed two words: "Mom".
Hu Biao stared at the two words, remained silent for five seconds, and then pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Mom"
"Three Tigers!"
Niu Yafei's voice burst from the receiver, without any pleasantries, daily greetings, or any pause.
The tone was familiar; it was the voice of my mother after every time I got into trouble over the past nineteen years.
"Listen to me."
Niu Yafei said.
"You're not allowed to go! You're not allowed to accept that invitation! You're not allowed to go into the ring! You're not allowed to do anything!"
"Huh?" Hu Biao was a little confused.
"I've booked a high-speed rail ticket. I'll arrive in Jiangcheng tonight. We'll talk when we meet!"
The phone hangs up.
"No, what? Hey!?"
beep.
Hu Biao held his phone, his mouth half-open, like a zombie frozen in the middle of the empty room.
—What's going on?
To be honest, these days he's been stirring up trouble online, criticizing everyone and everything, which is great fun for him, but the people around him are very worried. Not only his parents, but also Lin Wanqing, who called him several times a day when the storm was at its worst. His roommates are now quite apprehensive and occasionally advise him to keep a low profile.
As he said in the video, this incident has already caused disruption to the lives of those around him.
But these past few days, the worst of the storm has passed, so why is Mother so agitated?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, the phone rang again.
It's Lin Wanqing.
The call was connected.
"Hu Biao".
Her voice was as clear and crisp as ever, but Hu Biao keenly sensed the tension hidden beneath that clarity.
"Did you see that invitation? It's from the Martial Arts Association, about some kind of ring competition?"
"What invitation? What are you talking about? A tournament exchange? I just woke up!"
"What time is it? You still have the mind to sleep." Lin Wanqing was almost driven mad by Hu Biaoji when she heard this. "Quickly check your Weibo. Some association sent you an invitation to participate in some kind of arena exchange competition."
"Oh, let me see!"
Hu Biao raised an eyebrow, not taking it seriously.
He hung up the phone, opened Weibo, and saw that below his video titled "Everyone move aside, I'm about to start showing off," the official account of the Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association had posted an official letter.
The wording was extremely formal.
[Letter of Invitation to Mr. Hu Biao to Participate in the First Dongtai Traditional Martial Arts Culture Exchange Tournament]
Invited by: Dongguk Traditional Martial Arts Association, Thai Lan Muay Thai Council; Organized by: Dongguk Traditional Martial Arts Association, Thai Lan Muay Thai Council; Guided by: Dongguk Sports Federation Martial Arts Management Center, Thai Lan Culture Department, International Exchange Division.
Supervisory units: Beijing Municipal Sports Bureau and Beijing Municipal Garrison Command.
Time: January 18, 2036 Location: Imperial Capital Gymnasium
Competition format: Internationally accepted freestyle fighting rules, three rounds, professional referees, on-site medical assistance.
Objective: To promote cultural exchange of traditional martial arts between the two countries and enhance friendship between the people.
This letter is to request your assistance.
The red seal was stamped neatly at the end.
Hu Biao read the official letter three times from beginning to end.
Then he opened the comments section.
It has already exploded.
"Holy crap, are they serious?!"
"Legal, compliant, organized, with referees and medical support—this isn't just a casual fight, it's a legitimate competition!"
"Where's Hu Biao? Where is Hu Biao? The one who said he'd see him in court, he's taken legal action!"
"Hilarious, let's see how he responds now."
"Why would he answer? He's obviously just playing dead. He chickened out when people were serious. It's typical for rich kids."
"You can't say that. This is a legitimate competition. The Muay Thai champion is a professional fighter, and Hu Biao is just a college student. It's not shameful for him to lose, is it?"
"Hilarious! Losing isn't shameful? Does he even care about losing face?"
"I'll bet he won't dare to accept."
"I bet two, he'll say he's still thinking about it," and then he'll think about it for the rest of his life.
"I bet three, his mom will call and tell him not to go."
Hu Biao's lips twitched when he saw this.
Before he could scroll down further, the phone rang again. It was one of his roommates. They answered the phone and, like Lin Wanqing, had seen the invitation and rushed over to check on him. They chatted for a few minutes, reassured him, and then hung up.
Then, he shook his head, completely shifting his thoughts away from life, civilization, existence, eternity—
Stepping away from these grand themes, at this moment, only one thought remained in his mind: to run away!
Yes, they ran away!
The moment this thought appeared, it was like a wildfire on the wasteland, burning his mind until only one clear voice remained: Run! Run fast!
I can't stay in Jiangcheng anymore!
His mother will arrive tonight.
Based on his understanding of Niu Yafei, he knew that as soon as she landed, he would be taken over. This was a bloodline suppression that was unsolvable. Even the Lord of the Universe could not break this bloodline shackle. Therefore, the only option was to run away!
I swiped my finger across the screen, opened the high-speed rail app, and booked the next high-speed rail ticket to Beijing.
Then, he logged into Weibo again.
He opened the official letter and typed a line in the comments section using his account "Eagle Claw King - Hu Biao," which already had a million followers.
Eagle Claw King Hu Biao: Whoever backs down is a coward!
send.
Then, he put his phone in his pocket and left home without looking back.
At 2:35 p.m., Hu Biao finished checking his ticket at Jiangcheng High-speed Railway Station, found a seat in the waiting hall, and checked the time. The high-speed train was leaving in 18 minutes.
Eighteen minutes later, he would leave Jiangcheng. By the time Niu Yafei arrived, he would already be on his way to the capital. In any case, he didn't want to face Niu Yafei right now and decided to let things play out for a while longer.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and the image of the giant "biomechanical machine" on the moon resurfaced in his mind.
For three whole days, he entered the thing's cavity a total of seven times, but all of them came up empty-handed.
"Hu Biao, classmate."
As he was thinking, a voice rang out above his head.
Hu Biao opened his eyes.
Lu Zhenhua stood in the aisle, dressed in casual clothes, with a calm expression, like an ordinary middle-aged passenger who happened to be taking this high-speed train today.
"What a coincidence," he said.
Hu Biao remained silent for three seconds.
Then he said, "Director Lu, do you think I'll believe you're on a business trip today?"
"No." Lu Zhenhua sat down, his movements unhurried. "You are a registered martial artist, so of course we will keep track of your whereabouts. Moreover, our Garrison Command is also one of the supervising units for this exchange competition."
"The Imperial Capital Garrison Command".
Hu Biao chuckled. "I remember you gave me two choices that day. Looks like you really can't protect me!"
Lu Zhenhua's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "If I can't protect you, you can't stay idle either. Are you confident about the exchange competition?"
"According to your hierarchical system, what rank is that Zhalun?"
"In terms of pure combat strength, he is at the rank of colonel."
"Can I kill him in the ring?"
"No way!" Lu Zhenhua turned to look at him. "You're that confident in yourself?"
"I told you, I'm a general-level officer, a martial arts prodigy, one in a million," Hu Biao said.
"General officer rank!?" Lu Zhenhua raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what general officer rank means?"
"I don't know, but judging from your ranking system and my strength, I guess it should be this—"
Hu Biao raised his head, flicked his fingertips, and with a "pop," the fire extinguisher not far away made a soft "ding" sound and shook slightly.
"Unleash your power!"
"You—" The scene before him nearly made Lu Zhenhua jump out of his chair. "This, this is impossible!"