At Southern Suburb Detention Center, Ding Xue personally led the team and temporarily detained Long Fei here.
After getting out of the car, she had someone go in to process the receiving paperwork and joked with Long Fei at the entrance, "Big hero, you’ll have to put up with this place for a couple of days. I promise I’ll get you out as soon as possible."
"How’s the food here? Can you get me a plate of Da Pan Ji? I’m really a bit hungry!"
Long Fei was unconcerned, knowing there was nothing wrong with him.
He took this as an experience of life.
Ding Xue laughed and scolded, "You conceited guy, Lin Yingying was fooled by you just like that, huh?"
"She told you already?"
Long Fei frowned, thinking that Lin Yingying had told Ding Xue about their love affair.
Ding Xue chuckled mischievously, "You guys are living together, even an idiot would figure it out!"
Long Fei hurriedly defended himself, "It’s not what you think, you mustn’t spread rumors!"
He was worried about Wang Xiaoya finding out and looked very nervous.
"Would I be such a gossip?"
Ding Xue smiled and after the detention center staff came over, she negotiated with them.
She also made a particular point of asking them to take good care of Long Fei.
What she actually meant was for the staff to be careful and ideally give Long Fei a single cell.
Otherwise, the inmates would have a tough time.
The officers at the detention center had no clue, they changed Long Fei into prison clothes, stored his personal belongings, and led him into a cell.
It was Long Fei’s first time here, and he looked around curiously.
Inside, there were a dozen or so men with shaved heads, sleeping in a large communal bunk.
The toilet was at the very end, and a familiar face was quite conspicuous.
Dammit, their eyes met as soon as he entered.
It was none other than He Yan’s ex-husband, Du Jun.
This guy was pretending to be cultured, even wearing black-framed glasses.
As Long Fei entered, his eyes widened as if he could eat Long Fei alive.
The guard instructed the crowd, "All of you behave, no one is allowed to bully this little brother. If I find out anything, you’ll have me to answer to."
The crowd nodded and shouted in unison, "Yes, guard!"
The guard made space for Long Fei, unlocked his handcuffs, and then left.
Since Ding Xue was with the criminal police, they had to look out for one another to some extent.
As soon as he left, the people inside immediately became disorderly.
Where before each had a bunk to themselves, now they gathered around a bald man in the middle.
This bald man had a strong build and appeared to be a bit older, probably in his forties.
With a hefty beard, he scrutinized Long Fei from head to toe.
He had long hair, partially gray, tied back in a braid.
Long Fei had heard that each cell here had its boss.
This man must be the boss.
"Little brother, what kind of case did you get yourself into?"
It’s the rule here to be clear about who you are when you come in.
To see if the newcomer is one of their own.
Rumor has it that rapists receive the worst treatment; they get their chrysanthemums bloomed upon arrival.
Long Fei found a spot to sit down and said indifferently, "Killed a person!"
The crowd was taken aback and exchanged glances.
As Du Jun gave the boss a shoulder massage, he immediately objected, "Fifth Master, don’t listen to his bullshit. I know this kid, a poor sucker who rents a room at my wife’s place, and damn, he even slept with my wife!"
"Damn, you turned out to be a cuck!"
"Du Jun, you sure are something!"
"What’s your wife like? Let the brothers have a feel, eh?"
A group of people laughed heartily, teasing him one after another.
With Du Jun confirming Long Fei’s identity, no one took him seriously anymore.
A bald brawny man rubbed his head and pointed at Long Fei, cursing loudly, "You little shit, do you know the rules? Fifth Master hasn’t said anything yet. Who let you sit there?"
A crowd stood up following him, their arms akimbo and legs askew, looking aggressively imposing.
Du Jun, with an excited face, pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "You little shit, squat over there. I’ve been cleaning the toilets for a week. It’s your turn to smell the stench."
Long Fei glanced at him and wondered how he ended up being caught, probably for gambling.
He sneered at the crowd, "Guys, I’m only staying here for two days. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine, let’s not get in each other’s way. If you’re looking for trouble, don’t blame me for not showing any courtesy!"
The murderous intent in his eyes suddenly made everyone present feel a chill.
Even the one called Fifth Master frowned, wondering how such a young man like Long Fei could have such intense murderous aura.
"Abiao, teach him a lesson!" The source of thɪs content is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵
He gestured at a brawny man, wanting to test whether Long Fei’s skills were real or just for show.
Abiao licked the corner of his mouth and coldly scolded, "What a cocky brat you are!"
He raised his fist and smashed it towards Long Fei.
Before the fist could touch Long Fei, ’snap’ it was caught by Long Fei’s grip on the wrist.
With a flick of his wrist, the brawny man named Abiao flew up like a child, slapping into five or six other brawny men as Long Fei released his grip and flung him away.
There was a loud ’bang’ as he smashed into the wall, then tumbled to the ground with a ’thud’.
Instantly, the ground erupted with howls as everyone clutched their heads and arms, crying out in agony.
The remaining three or four men, terrified, instantly kept their distance, not daring to come any closer.
Damn, Abiao weighed a hundred and eighty pounds.
Being tossed around like a child, the onlookers were secretly astonished, convinced that Long Fei possessed divine power!
Du Jun leaned against the wall, startled. He knew Long Fei was fierce; he fought him as easily as one would a child last time.
However, he had not expected Long Fei to dare strike at these gang leaders too.
Long Fei sat down next to Fifth Master and looked at him blandly, "Fifth Master, I wonder if you can fulfill this brother’s request now?"
Fifth Master’s brow furrowed tightly; he’d seen his fair share of big scenes.
He was much calmer than Du Jun and instructed the group, "Enough, we’re all brothers in distress here. Let’s not fight among ourselves. From now on, this young brother is the Second Brother. Whoever doesn’t respect him is disrespecting me."
"Understood, Fifth Master!"
The crowd nodded, staying far away from Long Fei in fear.
Long Fei took a glance at Fifth Master, thinking to himself that this guy must be used to handling big matters.
With such a quick response and composed behavior, he was no ordinary man.
Du Jun hid to the side in distress, thinking how he had gotten entangled with such a living King Yama, even making Fifth Master back down.
He hurried over, nodding and bowing to Long Fei, "Big brother, I was just joking with you just now. How about my wife’s techniques, huh? She has a few sensitive spots you definitely don’t know about; we brothers could share some tips!"
Long Fei slapped his face, never having seen such shamelessness before.
Du Jun’s head swiveled from the impact, and he rolled onto the ground.
His glasses flew off as he clutched his face, crying and protesting, "What for, man? I was being sincere! Why do you always hit people so readily?"
Long Fei ignored him and sat down cross-legged to start practicing Qi Refinement.
In this way, time could pass a bit faster.
Fifth Master looked at Long Fei with a trace of surprise on his face.
Seeing his demeanor, he was definitely not faking it.
If his guess was correct, this young man was a practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts.