Chapter 129

I originally wanted to throw a punch, but the problem is that if I strike it's either death or injury, and a martial artist is considered armed even when bare-handed... so..." Bai Lang crossed his arms and just stood there watching the bald guy charge at him with a knife; when the bald guy came within about two meters of Bai Lang, Bai Lang's narrowed eyes snapped together and he let out a tiger's roar.

This roar made the people around go weak in the knees, their heads buzzing; the anti-theft alarm on the electric bike wailed wildly. The sonic attack covered a thirty-degree cone ahead, and its damage was inversely proportional to distance; the bald guy in front had glassy eyes and blood pouring from his seven orifices—his capillaries were all shattered by the shock.

But the person wasn't dead, just fainted while holding the knife. A concussion is possible, after all he faced Bai Lang's roar head-on. The few behind him also felt dizzy, unable to stand steady. Everyone looked at Bai Lang in awe; such an act could only be that of an Internal Force Martial Artist, and probably a very strong one.

The police arrived as well; as soon as they got there they immediately dialed 120, 'Two injured, hurry!' and quickly called for reinforcements—there were only two officers on 110, and the situation was definitely beyond two people to handle, because there was an Internal Force Martial Artist. Experienced officers could tell at a glance that the two injured on the ground were surely the work of a highly skilled Internal Force martial artist.

Facing Bai Lang, they could only calm him with words, while simultaneously notifying the colleagues of the special unit in the bureau responsible for this matter to come over—fortunately this young Internal Force Martial Artist showed no sign of wanting to break the law, but instead stood cooperatively to one side, allowing the police to question him.

Bai Lang had been wanted before, but being questioned face-to-face by the police was still a first for him; he looked rather pleased at the officer before him and answered the questions in a proper, orderly manner— the officer opposite was sweating profusely, not knowing whether from nervousness or fear, since Bai Lang's tiger roar carried such overwhelming deterrence that he unconsciously exuded a hint of killing intent.

However, this killing intent could only be felt when one got close to Bai Lang; no matter what, he was still able to keep the beast inside his heart under control—otherwise the bald guy in front would already be dead. After the officer asked his name and occupation, he also stared at him in utter astonishment—'A freshman?!'

His future is limitless—already possessing such Internal Force martial arts in his freshman year; even if he spent all four years of college just playing, his current skill alone would pave his future with a golden road. Even if he never became a professional martial artist to make big money, merely having Internal Force would let him easily earn a fortune by helping people clear their meridians, and even if he were more useless, he could just find any training institute and lie back to earn money...

Moreover, looking at this young man's aura, a professional martial artist would probably be no more than this.

Once it was confirmed that an Internal Force Martial Artist had intervened in the incident, the reinforcements from the special operations team arrived as quickly as the ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, it was straightforward to handle: one arm had a complex fracture, which was first stabilized then lifted onto the vehicle; the other suffered a concussion plus multiple capillary ruptures—although bleeding from the seven orifices looked horrifying, the problem was actually minor, and he too was lifted onto the vehicle and taken away.

Afterward those two still had to pay the medical fees and then go to the detention center for free meals, while the police who came from the special operations team were all martial artists, without exception masters who had cultivated Internal Force; they proactively took over from the 110 officers and came to talk with Bai Lang.

Bai Lang felt no fear—at worst it could only be judged as mutual fighting, and he hadn't thrown a punch or kicked; shouting once shouldn't be illegal, right? Without physical contact, how could they charge him? Bai Lang thought that if they detained him, he could probably file for administrative review and even claim some compensation from the state.

However, their style was completely different: 'Surely a young talent! How about it, want a special recruitment into the police academy? Come out and you'll at least be a police superintendent; becoming a police chief within three years, a commissioner within ten is easily said.' A middle-aged man directly painted a big pie—such talk would have fooled Bai Lang back when he was a corporate-drone otaku, and now Bai Lang just laughed it off.

As for the brawl earlier? That doesn't matter at all—just some thugs, worth not a penny compared to this extremely young Internal Force Martial Artist. Recruiting martial artists is a task; if the military can still conscript most people with a sense of qi and some Internal Force through compulsory service, the police and other strong-arm departments really have no compulsory means to recruit people.

Or else kidnap people to become police? Naturally it's through various benefits and ideological education that people become police—this kind of 'persuasion' is certainly also a method. Especially when Bai Lang casually mentioned that he had no master and was merely a member of the university martial arts club, he could see the eyes of those special-team officers light up.

However, they kept things within bounds; they only left Bai Lang's contact information, added each other on WeChat, and then let Bai Lang leave freely, while the yellow-haired guys on the side were all cuffed together and taken away by a minibus. Bai Lang grinned, strolled back leisurely, 'Indeed, privileges make one happy—especially when I have privileges others don't... simply exhilarating.'

Just now those people only talked about administrative benefits, and merely mentioned a few sentences, painting a big pie; but Bai Lang believed that if he showed willingness to talk, he might actually be given a house and a car inside the inner ring.

Thinking this through, Bai Lang suddenly realized, 'Exactly! I have no sect! That means I have no entanglements with any powers behind me—I'm the perfect target for recruitment—clean slate, no debts of gratitude. Damn! If I don't stay long in the martial arts club, someone will probably come to recruit me... money, house, women—none of that would be a problem.'

Bai Lang hehehed back to his new dorm, and unsurprisingly found a stack of invitations in his mailbox—many were from fellow club members, especially official members, inviting him to meals and mixers. Bai Lang also roughly knew that the Internal Force practitioners in the martial arts club basically each had their own factions, and none of them cultivated from the martial arts published by the state on their own.

And his background is simple; I'd estimate they've already investigated him through their own channels by now—it's probably time for them, each representing their own behind-the-scenes factions, to come recruit him...... Bai Lang is that tasty morsel. 'Application form, fill out the application form, now hand the paper documents to Yan Xiaoyan, and the online registration upload is done.'

And his background is simple; I estimate they have already investigated it clearly through their own channels by now. It should be said that it's time to recruit people on behalf of the factions behind each of them...... Bai Lang is that coveted prize. "The registration form, fill out the registration form, now hand the paper documents to Yan Xiaoyan, and the online registration upload is done."