“This is the interrogation room?” Luo Feng, however, looked rather curious as he closely examined the space. “Tossing me alone in this gloomy room with the air conditioning blasting—is this a psychological tactic?” The truth was, the supposed interrogation hadn't even begun, and Luo Feng had already won!

Passing the assessment for a Martial Trainee meant Luo Feng had absolutely no fear of the police system’s methods.

In the monitoring room outside the interrogation chamber, several officers watched the feed capturing the scene inside. A young female officer looked puzzled. “Chief, why doesn’t this young man show any reaction? Usually, people put in this room, even after just half an hour of stewing in their own anxious thoughts, quickly become terrified and helpless.”

“Don’t underestimate him. His citizen information shows he’s a senior student at a martial arts academy! Plus, he’s the one who injured four senior academy students,” the bald middle-aged officer chuckled.

“He injured four? That’s impressive. Could he already be a Martial Trainee? If he really is, that’s going to be a huge headache,” one of the younger male officers remarked.

“He’s not a Martial Trainee; the public records are crystal clear on that.”

The bald officer continued, “Come on, Xiao Yang, let’s go in and question him.”

“Yes, Chief.”

...

In the interrogation room, Luo Feng had already been waiting for over half an hour.

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

The bald middle-aged officer paused, finding the young man’s composure beyond expectation. He then sat down at the interrogation table with the younger officer. The bald officer smiled apologetically, “Sorry, we were delayed questioning a few others earlier, which is why we’re only coming in now.”

“It’s fine.” Luo Feng inquired, “What about the three workers from the decoration company? Where are they now?”

“We’ve already sent them home,” the bald officer replied, sounding quite friendly.

Luo Feng nodded.

In this incident, his father, Luo Hongguo, and the other two were the injured party, so releasing them naturally was straightforward.

“The three workers from the decoration company, along with Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards, have all given their accounts of what happened. The facts are very unfavorable to you. Do you have anything to say?” The bald officer stared intently at Luo Feng, expecting the usual self-defense from someone hearing damning testimony.

Luo Feng simply smiled, “Nothing much. Zhang Haobai and his three bodyguards—those four are scum! How dare they lay hands on my father. I was merely teaching them a lesson this time.”

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

“Bang!” The young male officer slammed the table violently and stood up, shouting, “Luo Feng, cooperate! This is the police station. Don't be so arrogant!”

“Arrogant? I’m stating the facts of what happened.” Luo Feng smiled faintly. “That’s all I have to say.”

The bald officer frowned deeply. “Luo Feng, your blatant arrogance... this testimony, if it reaches court, will be extremely detrimental to you! Given the severity of your actions and the intent behind them, it won’t be hard for the judge to sentence you to a few years in prison. You really should clarify the situation.”

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

The bald officer knitted his brows, studying Luo Feng closely. Luo Feng remained silent and waiting. Finally, the bald officer waved his hand dismissively. “Fine. Don’t regret this later. Take him out!”

Luo Feng stood up with a faint smile. Two more male officers swiftly entered the interrogation room and escorted Luo Feng out.

××××××

At the Yian District Detention Center, located right next to the police station—given the current prevalence of martial artists in society leading to frequent brawls—the facility was quite crowded. Each district maintained its own detention center for such individuals, and Luo Feng was booked in today.

After changing into the standard gray uniform, Luo Feng was led into a cell.

“299, this is it. Go in,” the guard pushed Luo Feng inside before locking the cell door. Those detained here were mostly people involved in fights, petty theft, or drunk driving, as well as some suspects awaiting trial.

Luo Feng’s assault case could swing either way. At its lightest, it was merely assault. But if taken to court, it genuinely held the potential for a few years behind bars—provided, of course, that Luo Feng wasn't a Martial Trainee.

Inside the cell.

“Tsk, tsk, a new arrival?” A burly, tattooed bald man was lounging on the lower bunk, an older middle-aged man diligently massaging his shoulders beside him. The bald man glanced dismissively at Luo Feng. “Little fellow, you look soft and tender. Not bad. Come here, give my legs a rub!”

Luo Feng observed the bald man with novelty. He had only heard legends about the severe bullying of the weak in places like this; this was his first firsthand encounter.

“Damn it, are you deaf?” The bald man’s eyes widened, and he suddenly sprang up.

“Interesting, very interesting,” Luo Feng mused, showing keen interest.

“You looking for a beating?” Seeing Luo Feng’s utter disregard, the bald man swung his massive, paddle-like hand toward Luo Feng’s head.

Luo Feng’s body shifted slightly, and his right hand shot out like a striking viper’s tongue, firmly gripping the bald man’s wrist.

“Huh? Huh?” The bald man tried to yank his arm back but felt like it was encircled by an iron clamp, completely unable to exert force. His expression drastically changed; he knew he had hit bedrock.

“You wanted me to rub your legs?” Luo Feng applied pressure with his fingers while twisting the man’s arm. The bald man bent over in agony, immediately crying out for mercy, “Brother, I was blind! Brother, spare me! Ah, ah—” The intense pain forced involuntary cries from him.

With a sudden jerk of his right hand, Luo Feng flung the bald man against the wall.

“If you still want me to rub your legs, just say the word,” Luo Feng remarked with a hint of wicked amusement. Then, he leaped up with ease, using a slight push off the wall to land smoothly on the upper bunk.

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

The older middle-aged man in the cell, along with a skinny young man on another bunk, stared first at the bald man, then up at Luo Feng.

“Baldy Huang, what happened?” A detention center guard stood by the cell door, mockingly laughing. “Who ticked you off to end up like that? Oh, just a reminder—the new young man in your cell took down four senior martial arts academy students before he was locked up. Be careful not to provoke him.”

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

“Should have said so earlier,” Baldy Huang looked up at the top bunk in fear. “He took down four senior academy students by himself? That’s monstrously strong?”

Luo Feng, already settled on the upper bunk, began reviewing the ‘Gene Energy Cultivation Method’ he had read at the Limit Arena. “Well, since I’m stuck here, I’ll try cultivating this Gene Energy when it’s pitch black tonight.”

The reason martial artists possessed such unmatched power was precisely due to Gene Energy.

××××××

While Luo Feng was planning his nighttime Gene Energy cultivation in the detention center cell, not far from the police station in Yian District, within a private room at a KTV establishment, two young men were loudly singing karaoke, each with a young woman draped over them. One of the young men was none other than Zhang Haobai.

“Alright, you two girls can leave now,” Zhang Haobai waved them off.

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

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

“Just say what you need,” the bespectacled youth responded heartily. “If I can help, count on it.”

“It’s like this: there’s a guy named Luo Feng! This bastard keeps opposing me.” As he spoke, Zhang Haobai spat in anger. “This time, he injured my three bodyguards and beat me up too. I simply cannot swallow this humiliation! He’s currently locked up in the detention center. I want to ask Brother Zhou to help arrange a lesson for Luo Feng through contacts inside the facility.”

“Oh? That’s no problem. But getting help from people inside the detention center costs money, you know,” the glasses-wearing youth frowned slightly.

“Money isn’t the issue. I have a hundred thousand here! And I’ll give you another hundred thousand after the job is done,” Zhang Haobai tossed a leather bag sitting nearby.

“Haha, straightforward!” The bespectacled youth chuckled, not even looking at the bag. “Two hundred thousand, and I can arrange anything as long as it’s not murder. Tell me, how badly do you want to teach Luo Feng a lesson?”

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

“Consider it done, simple enough,” the bespectacled youth nodded readily.

Zhang Haobai warned him again, “Brother Zhou, this Luo Feng isn’t easy to handle. He managed to injure three of my bodyguards.”

“Don’t worry,” the bespectacled youth smiled confidently. “Put your mind at ease. Just wait for the good news.”

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