Chapter 16 Detention House

The interrogation room was cold and dimly lit, the air conditioning pouring in relentlessly, making one's body shiver involuntarily.

"Is this the interrogation room?" Luo Feng asked curiously, surveying the space. "Leaving me alone in this gloomy room with the AC on full blast—aren't you trying to play mind games?" In truth, the so-called interrogation hadn't even begun yet, and Luo Feng had already won.

Having passed the provisional martial artist assessment, he wasn't afraid of the police's tactics.

Outside the interrogation room, several officers watched the surveillance feed. A young female officer frowned, "Chief, how come this kid doesn't seem fazed? Most people would be trembling with fear after half an hour in here, imagining all sorts of things."

"Don't underestimate him," the balding middle-aged officer said with a grin. "According to his ID, he's a senior student at the martial arts academy—and he's already injured four of our senior students."

"One against four? Impressive. Could he be a provisional martial artist?" a young male officer chimed in.

"He's not," the bald officer replied confidently. "His records are clear."

"Let's go in and question him," he ordered, motioning to Officer Xiao Yang.

"Yes, sir."

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

"You're here," he said calmly as the two officers entered. The bald officer was taken aback by Luo Feng's composure. They sat down, and the officer smiled, "Sorry for the delay—we were questioning others first."

"That's fine," Luo Feng asked, "Where are the three workers from the decoration company?"

"They've been released," the officer said smoothly. Since Luo Feng's father, Luo Hongguo, was the victim, it was easy to let them go.

"The three workers and Zhang Haobai with his three bodyguards have all confessed. The evidence is heavily against you. Do you have anything to say?" the bald officer pressed, expecting Luo Feng to defend himself.

Luo Feng smiled, "Nothing much. Zhang Haobai and his goons are trash. They dared to hit my dad, so I gave them a lesson."

The officers were stunned. The young male officer slammed the table, shouting, "Luo Feng, watch your tone! This is a police station!"

"Arrogant?" Luo Feng replied. "I'm just stating the facts. That's all I have to say."

The bald officer frowned, "You're being reckless. This testimony will hurt you in court. With how viciously you acted, they could sentence you to years in prison. You'd better explain yourself."

"I've nothing else to say," Luo Feng shook his head. The officer sighed, "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. Take him away!"

Luo Feng stood up, smiling. Two more officers hurried in and escorted him out.

At the Yixian District Detention Center, adjacent to the police station, the atmosphere was tense. With the rise of martial artists, fights were rampant, filling the cells with petty criminals, drunk drivers, and awaiting trial suspects. Luo Feng had been incarcerated today.

Dressed in a standard gray prison uniform, he was thrown into cell 299. A tattooed bald man lay on the lower bunk, his arm around a middle-aged man massaging his shoulders. He glanced at Luo Feng, "Newbie? You look soft. Come over and give me a leg massage!"

Luo Feng watched curiously. He'd heard tales of bullying in prison, but this was his first encounter.

"What's the matter? Deaf?" the bald man snapped, glaring.

"Intriguing," Luo Feng said, amused. The bald man lunged at him with a fan-like hand. Luo Feng swayed, his right hand striking like a snake's tongue, grabbing the man's wrist.

"Let me go!" the bald man roared, struggling. But his arm felt like it was clamped in iron. Realizing he'd met his match, he begged, "Brother, I didn't recognize your status. Please let me go!"

With a sharp twist, Luo Feng flung the man against the wall. "Let me know if you want another massage," he said with a dark humor, then leaped nimbly onto the upper bunk.

The middle-aged man and the thin youth in the cell exchanged glances. An officer outside the cell chuckled, "What happened to Bald Huang? You've got a new friend who injured four senior martial artists. Watch yourself."

"Not fair!" Bald Huang muttered. "A one-man army? That's insane!"

Back on his bunk, Luo Feng reminisced about the "Genetic Energy Cultivation Method" he'd learned at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. "Well, since I'm stuck here, I'll try practicing this dark-night cultivation when it's pitch-black," he thought.

Martial artists owed their unmatched power to genetic energy.

Meanwhile, not far from the police station, in a KTV private room, two young men were groping girls while singing off-key. One of them was Zhang Haobai.

"Get lost," Zhang Haobai waved them off. Alone with a bespectacled young man, he said, "Brother Zhou, I need your help. There's this guy Luo Feng who keeps messing with me. He injured my three bodyguards and beat me up. I need you to teach him a lesson through the people here."

"No problem," Zhou said generously. "But it'll cost you. How about 200,000 yuan? No bloodshed, of course."

Zhang Haobai handed over a bag of money. "Ten now, ten when it's done."

"Deal," Zhou agreed. "Just break a leg or an arm for me. He's not as tough as he thinks."

Zhang Haobai reminded, "He did take down three of my men."

"Don't worry," Zhou smiled confidently. "Just wait for the good news."