Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Ji City.

Yong'an Road.

Xia Country Bank.

What used to be a bustling area was now surrounded by police cars. Traffic police maintained order at the intersection, directing private cars to detour around the scene. Civilians looked on from a distance. From some nearby residential buildings, snipers were ready and in position.

Jiang Shu drove to the vicinity and, after a few glances, had a clear understanding of the surrounding environment.

"Dad, we can't go any further ahead. You take over the driver's seat and find a place to park. I'll go to Mom; she'll be fine," he said to Jiang Yongyi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, before pulling over to the side of the road.

"Brother, I'm coming with you," Jiang Yanyue said through gritted teeth from the back seat.

"What are you going to do? With your Qi Blood Transport, you barely have the strength of six hundred pounds. Just stay outside with Dad. At this stage, every city's police station not only has Martial Artists but also significant fire support in place."

"Those who dare to rob a bank under these circumstances are bound to be Martial Artists!"

"Ordinary people? Even if they have guns, it's absolutely impossible for them to hold out against the police for so long!"

"Dad, you and Yanyue just stay in the car," Jiang Shu said before getting out and closing the door.

He walked briskly, moving with agility like a butterfly flitting through flowers, weaving through the crowd.

In front of the bank, the police had cordoned off the scene. The voice of the criminals could be heard through a megaphone, intermittently mixed with the cries of hostages. Helicopters. Armored vehicles. One outrageous demand after another was being made.

"We still need to send another negotiator in; we must ensure the safety of the hostages! Money is a minor issue. As long as the hostages are safe, even if they get the money, they won't be able to escape!" the Chief of Police quietly instructed.

Following the promotion of Martial Arts in Xia Country, basically every police officer was a Martial Artist. Some Ming Jin Martial Artists from the community were even registered with the police department. Therefore, when the bank robbery occurred, the police immediately sent a Ming Jin Martial Artist in, pretending to be a negotiator, hoping the Martial Artist could directly resolve this major case. But in reality, facing the gun-wielding criminals, the Ming Jin Martial Artist didn't dare make any excessive movements. He merely clarified the situation before returning to report.

There were three bank robbers. The leader, Yang Biao, was a wanted criminal who had killed dozens of people years ago and had been on the run for over a decade. He was suspected of having fled abroad and possessed Ming Jin strength. The other two were also Martial Artists above the Qi Blood Transport level, clearly having followed Yang Biao from abroad.

"Chief Zhao, let me go in," a female officer among the police spoke up first.

However, just as she finished speaking, another voice immediately followed, "I'll go in."

Jiang Shu walked straight up to Chief Zhao, facing the astonished gazes of the police officers. Without further explanation, he took out the ID that had been in his pocket all this time. The ID was all black, with a clear and distinct national emblem. "From the National Security Bureau," he stated. "I will deal with the criminals inside."

With that said, in full view of everyone, Jiang Shu's frame subtly crackled as his height, originally over 1.8 meters, shrank to around 1.7 meters. His face also underwent minor changes, becoming utterly unremarkable. Even Martial Artists of the Bone Forging Realm, who have tempered all 206 bones in their bodies, can slightly adjust their physique, let alone Jiang Shu, who had already reached the Refining Internal Realm. These adjustments were necessary. After all, although he hadn't chosen the path of a Star Martial Artist, he had still been the champion of the university Martial Arts genius competition. If the criminals recognized him upon entering the bank, it would only cause unnecessary trouble.

「Inside the bank.」

"Brother Yang, do you think that Genetic Potion from Freedom Country is reliable? Just one dose can make someone comparable to a Ming Jin Martial Artist."

"Ming Jin is just a force exertion technique. Xia Country has only publicized the Horse Stance and some parts of the Guiding Skill. They don't even have killing techniques! It's worse than abroad! After this job, once we've snatched tens of millions, we'll go to the black market and buy Genetic Potions."

"Both of you have already completed the great circulation of Qi and blood. How long have I been teaching you? You have yet to comprehend Ming Jin and still think about improving yourselves through Xia Country's Martial Arts?"

"Of course, I'm the same. After reaching Ming Jin, I couldn't advance to Dark Force, no matter what."

"And Genetic Potions can directly cause our genes to leap! As long as Freedom Country keeps researching and developing, our path will be limitless!"

"So what if there are side effects? With power, we'll have money. With money, we can solve all the side effects!"

"In this world, there's only one kind of disease, and that's being poor!"

Yang Biao's eyes were cold and indifferent. Even before the world underwent drastic changes, he had already killed people and escaped abroad. He definitely couldn't survive in Xia Country. He returned this time to make one last score. Ji City. He had worked here for several years and was most familiar with this place. A second-tier city, it wouldn't have the police deployment of a first-tier city, nor would it be like some county banks where you couldn't withdraw money. Simply perfect.

"Genetic Potions are good, sure, but one costs ten million. Ten million! If you lived freely, you'd never run out in a lifetime! But how can ordinary people compare to real genetic martial artists? Once you become a Martial Artist, what money can't you get? Those Star Martial Artists fighting in the arenas, just teenagers, each one can get endorsements, earning millions a year. It's just a pity, Brother Yang, that you were wanted in your early years. Otherwise, as an Arena Martial Artist, you might have made money faster than robbing a bank!"

Listening to his underling's praise, Yang Biao snorted coldly. He indeed looked down on those Ming Jin Martial Artists on the arena stages. The arena fights in Xia Country were completely different from those abroad. Abroad, in the underground boxing matches, some fighters, although not even Martial Artists, fought to the death in every match! When in need of money, he, Yang Biao, had also participated in underground boxing matches! It was precisely in those battles that he successfully comprehended Ming Jin and reached his current Realm!

He also knew that Xia Country was a land teeming with talent. Ming Jin Martial Artists were nothing special. The police station might even have several Ming Jin practitioners, perhaps even some at the Dark Force level. But, whether Ming Jin or Dark Force, what Martial Artist could beat a gun? Practice Martial Arts? The times had damn well changed! Now, he was just waiting for the police negotiator to arrive. Then, he would release some hostages. His underling would drive, while he took one or two hostages and the negotiator with him. He didn't believe the police would dare to shoot at them! As long as they got out of the country and he successfully bought the Genetic Potion, from then on, the sky would be the limit!

At this moment, Jiang Shu stood calmly at the bank's entrance. His gaze swept around, and he spotted his mother crouched in a corner, holding her head. He let out a long sigh of relief. She's okay. As long as she's safe, that's all that matters.

After getting Yang Biao's nod, Jiang Shu stepped inside.

"You must be the negotiator. Just stand at the door. I've stated my demands: a helicopter..." Yang Biao had not finished speaking.

But in the next instant, Jiang Shu strode forward and threw a fierce punch. The murderous intent that had been brewing in his eyes for dozens of minutes erupted instantly!

The burly Yang Biao, weighing over two hundred pounds, was sent flying into the wall by the single punch, his body plastered against it. In that instant, all his internal organs ruptured. Blood flowed from his seven facial orifices, his eyes wide with incredible terror in his final moments.

One punch to decide life and death; hitting a man like hanging a picture on a wall!

Negotiate? That was a job for Ming Jin Martial Artists.

Jiang Shu had come himself. Only to save his mother.

And, while he was at it, to slaughter these three animals.