Yian District Detention Center

The cold, dim room was empty, the constant blast of cold air making one shiver involuntarily. "This is the interrogation room?" Luo Feng, however, looked curious, examining the room closely. "Throwing me alone in this dim room, with the air conditioning cranked so high, is this some psychological warfare?" In truth, this so-called interrogation hadn't even begun, and Luo Feng had already won! Having passed the Prospective Warrior Assessment, Luo Feng had no fear of the police system's tactics. In the monitoring room outside the interrogation room, several police officers watched the scene captured by the camera. A young female officer asked, puzzled, "Chief, why isn't this young man reacting at all? Usually, after half an hour in this interrogation room, with their own thoughts running wild, people quickly become terrified and helpless." "Don't underestimate him. His citizen ID shows he's a Martial Arts Hall advanced student! And he single-handedly injured four Martial Arts Hall advanced students," the bald middle-aged police officer chuckled. "One against four? That's impressive. He couldn't already be a Prospective Warrior, could he? If he is, that's a huge problem," one of the young male officers said. "He's not a Prospective Warrior; his citizen ID makes that clear," the bald middle-aged police officer said. "Come on, Xiao Yang, let's go in and interrogate him." "Yes, Chief." ...Inside the interrogation room, Luo Feng had been there for over half an hour. "You're here?" Luo Feng smiled, looking at the two police officers entering. The bald middle-aged police officer was taken aback; the young man's composure was beyond his expectation. He and the other young officer then sat at the interrogation table. The bald middle-aged police officer smiled faintly, "Apologies, we were interrogating a few other individuals earlier, which caused a delay. That's why we're only just getting here now." "No problem," Luo Feng replied, then asked, "What about the three workers from the decoration company? Where are they now?" "We've already sent them home," the bald middle-aged police officer said, appearing very friendly. Luo Feng nodded. In this incident, his father, Luo Hongguo, and the two others were the victims, so it was natural they'd be released easily. "The three workers from the decoration company, as well as Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards, have all recounted the incident. The facts are very unfavorable to you. Do you have anything to say?" The bald middle-aged police officer stared at Luo Feng. Most people, upon hearing the facts were against them, would try to defend themselves. Luo Feng smiled faintly, "Nothing much. Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards, those four are scum! How dare they hit my dad? This time, I merely taught them a lesson." "Huh?" Both the bald middle-aged police officer and the young male officer were stunned. "Bang!" The young male officer slammed the table, stood up, and reprimanded, "Luo Feng, be honest! This is a police station, don't be so arrogant!" "Arrogant? I'm just stating the facts," Luo Feng smiled. "Alright, that's all I have to say." The bald middle-aged police officer frowned. "Luo Feng, your blatant arrogance. This statement, if presented in court, will be very detrimental to you! Given the ruthlessness of your actions and your deliberate intent, a few years in prison wouldn't be out of the question. You'd best clarify things." "I have nothing more to say," Luo Feng shook his head. The bald middle-aged police officer frowned, scrutinizing Luo Feng, who remained silent. Finally, the bald middle-aged police officer waved his hand, "Alright, don't regret it later. Take him away!" Luo Feng stood up with a smile. Two male police officers quickly entered from outside the interrogation room and escorted Luo Feng out. ...Inside the Yian District Detention Center, located next to the police station, the current societal trend of Warriors was so prevalent that fights and brawls were rampant, leading to a large number of people being detained. Every district had a dedicated detention center for these individuals, and Luo Feng was brought in today. Dressed in a uniform gray prison jumpsuit, Luo Feng was locked up. "Cell 299, this one. Get in," the guard pushed Luo Feng inside, then locked the cell door. Most of those held in the detention center were involved in fights, theft, drunk driving, and other such offenses, as well as some suspects awaiting trial and sentencing. Luo Feng's assault incident could be considered minor or major. To put it lightly, it was just beating a few people. But if it truly went to court, it was indeed possible for Luo Feng to serve a few years in prison. Of course, the premise was—Luo Feng was not a Prospective Warrior. Inside the cell. "Tsk, tsk, new blood?" A bald, burly man with tattoos lay on the lower bunk, a middle-aged man dutifully massaging his shoulders beside him. The bald man glanced at Luo Feng. "Little fella, soft skin and tender flesh. Not bad, come here, give my legs a rub!" Luo Feng looked at the bald, burly man with curiosity. He had only heard rumors of severe bullying of the weak in prisons; this was his first time witnessing it. "Damn it, are you deaf?" The bald man glared, then abruptly stood up. "Interesting, very interesting," Luo Feng said, genuinely curious. "You're asking for a beating," the bald man snarled, seeing Luo Feng's disrespect. He swung his massive, fan-like hand towards Luo Feng's head. Luo Feng's body swayed slightly, and his right hand shot out like a viper striking, seizing the bald man's wrist. "Huh? Huh?" The bald man tried to yank his arm back, but it felt as if it were clamped in an iron vice. Unable to exert any force, his expression changed drastically; he knew he had messed with the wrong person. "You want me to rub your legs?" Luo Feng pressed his fingers into the bald man's wrist, twisting his arm. The bald man bent over in pain, begging for mercy, "Brother, I didn't know who I was dealing with, please let me go! Ah, ah—" The intense pain made him cry out. Luo Feng suddenly exerted force with his right hand, flinging the bald man, who stumbled and crashed into the wall. "If you still want me to rub your legs, just say the word," Luo Feng said with a hint of mischief, then leaped, using his right hand for a slight boost, landing on the upper bunk. The bald man slumped in the corner, rubbing his right wrist. The middle-aged man in the cell, and the lean young man on the other bunk, both looked from the bald man to Luo Feng on the upper bunk. "Baldy Huang, what's wrong?" A police officer from the detention center stood at the cell door, chuckling teasingly. "Who provoked you? What happened? Oh, just a heads-up. The new young man in your cell was locked up for single-handedly injuring four Martial Arts Hall advanced students. Be careful, don't provoke him." With that, the officer hummed a tune and left. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" The bald man looked up at the upper bunk in terror. "One person injuring four Martial Arts Hall advanced students? That's insane!" Luo Feng, lying on the bunk, was recalling the 'Genetic Energy Cultivation Method' he had read about earlier at the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo. "Hmm, I have nothing else to do in prison anyway. When it's pitch black late at night, I'll try cultivating this Genetic Energy!" Warriors possessed unparalleled abilities precisely because of Genetic Energy. ...While Luo Feng was planning to cultivate Genetic Energy in his Yian District Detention Center cell that night, in a KTV not too far from the police station, in a small private room, two young men were each embracing a young woman, wailing out songs. One of the young men was Zhang Haobai. "Alright, you two can leave," Zhang Haobai waved them off. The private room was instantly left with just Zhang Haobai and another young man wearing glasses. "Brother Zhou, I invited you here today to ask for a favor," Zhang Haobai began. "Speak freely," the bespectacled young man said magnanimously. "If I can help, I won't hesitate." "It's like this, there's a guy named Luo Feng! That scumbag always goes against me." Zhang Haobai spat in anger. "This time, he injured three of my bodyguards and beat me up too. Brother, I just can't swallow this insult! Now that guy is locked up in the detention center, and I want to ask Brother Zhou to help me get someone inside the detention center to teach Luo Feng a lesson." "Oh? That's no problem. But getting someone inside the detention center to help will cost some money," the bespectacled young man frowned. "Money is not an issue. I have a hundred thousand here! And I'll give another hundred thousand after it's done." Zhang Haobai tossed a leather bag from beside him. "Haha, straightforward," the bespectacled young man said, not even looking at the wallet. He nodded. "Two hundred thousand, anything short of murder can be arranged. Tell me, what kind of lesson do you want to teach that Luo Feng?" "Break one of his legs and one of his arms!" Zhang Haobai gritted his teeth. "Alright, that's simple," the bespectacled young man immediately nodded in agreement. Zhang Haobai quickly reminded him, "Brother Zhou, this Luo Feng isn't easy to deal with. He even injured three of my bodyguards." "Don't worry," the bespectacled young man smiled confidently. "Just rest assured, a thousand times over, and wait for the good news."