Chapter 16: The Detention Center

The cold, dim room was empty, and the chill seeping in made one shiver involuntarily.

“This is the interrogation room?” Luo Feng, looking around curiously, said, “Leaving me all alone in this dark room with the air conditioning cranked up—trying to play some psychological warfare?” In truth, before this so-called interrogation had even started, Luo Feng had already won!

Passing the Chuunin assessment meant that Luo Feng had no fear whatsoever of the police system’s tactics.

In the surveillance room outside the interrogation room, several officers watched the scene unfold through the camera feed. A young female officer, puzzled, asked, “Chief, why doesn’t this young man seem affected at all? Most people, once locked in that interrogation room for half an hour, start panicking from their own overthinking.”

“Don’t underestimate him,” the bald middle-aged officer replied. “His citizen ID shows he’s an advanced student at a martial arts academy! And he’s the one who injured four advanced martial arts students.”

“One against four? How strong is he? Could he already be a Chuunin? If he really is a Chuunin, that’s going to be a big problem,” a young male officer chimed in.

“He’s not a Chuunin,” the bald officer said. “That’s clearly stated on his ID.”

“Alright then, Xiao Yang, let’s go in and question him,” the bald officer said.

“Yes, sir.”

…

Inside the interrogation room, Luo Feng had already been there for over half an hour.

“You’re here?” Luo Feng smiled at the two officers who entered.

The bald officer was momentarily taken aback by the young man’s calmness. Then, he and the younger officer sat down at the interrogation table. The bald officer smiled and said, “Sorry, we were questioning some other people and got delayed. That’s why we’re here so late.”

“No problem,” Luo Feng replied. “What about those three workers from the decoration company? Where are they now?”

“We’ve already let them go home,” the bald officer said, trying to sound friendly.

Luo Feng nodded.

Since his father, Luo Hongguo, and the others were the victims in this incident, it was natural for them to be released.

“The three workers from the decoration company, along with Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards, have already given their statements. The facts are not in your favor. Do you have anything to say?” The bald officer stared at Luo Feng, expecting the usual defensive reaction from someone in his position.

Luo Feng smiled and said, “Nothing much. Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards—they’re just trash! They dared to hit my dad. I was just teaching them a lesson.”

“Huh?” Both the bald officer and the young male officer were stunned.

“Bang!” The young officer slammed the table and stood up, shouting, “Luo Feng, behave yourself! This is a police station. Don’t get too cocky!”

“Cocky? I’m just stating the facts,” Luo Feng replied with a smile. “Well, that’s all I have to say.”

The bald officer frowned. “Luo Feng, with this kind of arrogance, this statement will be very detrimental to you in court! Given how harshly you acted and the fact that you did it deliberately, you might end up in prison for a few years. It would be better if you clarified the situation a bit.”

“I have nothing more to say,” Luo Feng shook his head.

The bald officer frowned deeply, studying Luo Feng carefully. Luo Feng remained silent, waiting. Finally, the bald officer waved his hand and said, “Fine, just don’t regret it later. Take him away!”

Smiling, Luo Feng stood up. Two male officers quickly entered from outside the interrogation room and escorted him out.

…

Inside the detention center in Yian District, located right next to the police station, the current societal prevalence of martial artists had led to a surge in violent incidents. As a result, the detention centers were packed. Each district had a dedicated detention center for such individuals, and Luo Feng had been locked inside one today.

After changing into the standard gray prison uniform, Luo Feng was locked up.

“299, this is your cell. Get in,” the guard pushed Luo Feng into the cell and locked the door behind him. Most of the detainees in the detention center were people involved in fights, thieves, drunk drivers, and some awaiting trial.

Luo Feng’s assault case could go either way.

Lightly, it was just beating up a few people. But if it really went to court, it could land Luo Feng in prison for a few years. Of course, that was only if he wasn’t a Chuunin.

Inside the cell.

“Tsk tsk, a newbie?” A tattooed bald man was lying on the lower bunk, while an older man beside him was dutifully massaging his shoulders. The bald man glanced at Luo Feng and said, “Little guy, you’ve got soft, smooth skin. Nice. Come over here and massage my legs!”

Luo Feng looked at the bald man with interest. He had heard about the bullying in prisons, but this was his first time witnessing it.

“Hey, are you deaf?” The bald man glared and stood up.

“How interesting,” Luo Feng said curiously.

“You’re asking for a beating,” the bald man, seeing Luo Feng’s lack of respect, swung his large hand like a fan toward Luo Feng’s head.

Luo Feng slightly shifted his body, and his right hand darted out like a snake’s tongue, grabbing the bald man’s wrist.

“Huh? Huh?” The bald man tried to pull his arm back, but it felt as if it were clamped in an iron grip, making it impossible to exert any force. His expression changed dramatically as he realized he had met his match.

“You want me to massage your legs?” Luo Feng tightened his grip and twisted the bald man’s arm, causing him to bend over in pain, pleading, “Brother, I didn’t recognize your greatness. Please let me go. Ah, ah—!” The intense pain made him cry out involuntarily.

With a sudden jerk, Luo Feng threw the bald man, who stumbled and crashed into the wall.

“If you still want me to massage your legs, just say so anytime,” Luo Feng said with a hint of mischief. Then, with a leap, he used his right hand to push off and landed on the upper bunk.

The bald man sat in the corner, rubbing his right wrist.

The middle-aged man and a thin young man on the other bunk looked from the bald man to Luo Feng on the upper bunk.

“What happened, Bald Huang?” A guard stood at the cell door, smirking. “Who upset you and left you like this? Oh, let me remind you. This new guy in your cell was locked up because he injured four advanced martial arts students all by himself. Be careful and don’t provoke him.”

With that, the guard hummed a tune and walked away.

“You didn’t tell me earlier,” Bald Huang, looking fearfully at the upper bunk, muttered, “One person injuring four advanced martial arts students? That’s so crazy?”

Luo Feng, lying on the bunk, recalled the ‘Genetic Energy Cultivation Method’ he had read at the Limit Martial Arts Club: “Well, it’s fine being in prison. When it gets pitch black tonight, I’ll try cultivating the Genetic Energy!”

What made martial artists so powerful was their Genetic Energy.

…

As Luo Feng was planning to cultivate Genetic Energy in the detention center cell, not far from the police station in a KTV in Yian District, in a small private room, two young men were each hugging a girl, singing loudly and off-key. One of the young men was Zhang Haobai.

“Alright, you two can leave now,” Zhang Haobai waved his hand.

The room was now left with only Zhang Haobai and another young man wearing glasses.

“Brother Zhou, I invited you here today to ask for a favor,” Zhang Haobai began.

“Go ahead and say it,” the young man with glasses said generously. “As long as I can help, I won’t hesitate.”

“It’s like this. There’s a guy named Luo Feng! This bastard always messes with me.” Zhang Haobai spat angrily as he continued, “This time he injured my three bodyguards and beat me up. I can’t let this insult slide! Now he’s locked up in the detention center. I want to ask Brother Zhou to help me get someone inside the detention center to teach Luo Feng a lesson.”

“Oh? No problem. But getting someone inside the detention center to help will cost some money,” the glasses-wearing youth frowned.

“Money isn’t an issue. I have 100,000 here! And another 100,000 after the job is done,” Zhang Haobai directly threw a leather bag over.

“Haha, you’re straightforward,” the glasses-wearing youth didn’t even look at the bag but nodded. “200,000, as long as it’s not murder, I can do it. So, what kind of lesson do you want for Luo Feng?”

“Break one of his legs and one of his arms!” Zhang Haobai gritted his teeth.

“Alright, that’s simple,” the glasses-wearing youth immediately agreed.

Zhang Haobai reminded him, “Brother Zhou, this Luo Feng isn’t easy to deal with. He took down my three bodyguards.”

“Don’t worry,” the glasses-wearing youth smiled confidently. “You can rest assured, just wait for good news.”