Chapter Twenty: A Night in the Detention Center

“Lawyer? This time we have both witnesses and material evidence. Unless Qin Yang can produce new proof, I have the authority to convict,” Sun Qi sneered as she looked at Lawyer Wang.

Wang felt helpless. Just as Sun Qi had said, the evidence was overwhelming; there was no good way out of this. Even if he tried to arrange for bail, Sun Qi would probably refuse. Knowing he was at a dead end, he left the police station. Upon seeing Wang Zhibing, he hurried over and said, “Big brother, this time we’re finished.”

“It’s that serious?” Wang Zhibing’s face was dark and uncertain.

Wang nodded. “It’s not entirely hopeless, unless the victim is willing to change their statement. Otherwise, with the current situation, Young Master Qin is highly likely to be convicted.”

“To dig such a pit in such a short time… the people behind this must be formidable,” Wang Zhibing mused, stroking his chin. “This Long Qiu Hu is more capable than I thought. Where is the victim? Let’s go see them.”

“They’re under police protection. We can’t get near them,” Wang replied, shaking his head. “For now, Young Master Qin will have to endure one night here.”

Wang Zhibing said nothing more. It was a good opportunity to see just how much the young master had changed.

Inside the police station, Sun Qi ordered her subordinates to escort Qin Yang to the detention center. Faced with the chaotic environment, Qin Yang sighed helplessly. Only those awaiting trial were kept here. Once convicted, one would be sent to prison. Yet many would rather be in prison than stay here—this place was simply too chaotic.

“Sorry you have to go through this. I believe you didn’t do it,” said Xiao Zhao, one of Sun Qi’s subordinates who was on good terms with Qin Guang. Trusting his instincts, he didn’t believe Qin Yang was that kind of person.

Qin Yang smiled. “I’m definitely feeling wronged. If I’d actually done it, I’d accept being here. But I didn’t, so this is a huge loss for me.”

Xiao Zhao burst out laughing but said no more. He opened the iron gate to the holding cell and, after Qin Yang entered, closed it behind him and left. Sun Qi was still preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of that international gang of thieves, and compared to that, seeing Qin Yang brought to justice only put her mind at a slight ease.

Once the guard left, Qin Yang saw there were already four others inside. Recognizing three of them as the thugs who’d been taught a lesson by Fatty Liu after threatening him, he couldn’t help but laugh. The fourth was a man built like a bull, lying on his bunk and idly playing with a card, barely even glancing at Qin Yang.

The three thugs, who had originally planned to haze the newcomer, immediately dropped the idea and shrank back, afraid to make any move.

Qin Yang ignored them, found a bed, and lay down without even undressing. As he settled in, his thoughts turned to how he might get out of this wretched place, while feeling grateful he’d already absorbed the souls of the dead today—otherwise, he’d be stuck here for good.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a sudden banging startled him awake. He sat up to see the bull-like man had gotten up at some point and was pounding his fists into the wall. The three thugs cowered in fear, clearly having suffered at his hands before.

The biting cold of December made the already harsh conditions in the detention center even worse, but the brute was bare-chested, his powerful muscles enough to make anyone feel inferior. His fists, as large as sandbags, slammed into the wall, making it seem as if the entire structure was trembling. As the man’s face grew more twisted and menacing, the three thugs became even more terrified.

With a sudden roar, the brute spun around, his bloodshot eyes filled with endless hatred. Qin Yang shuddered, and before he could react, the man charged at him, delivering a punch that whistled through the air. Startled, Qin Yang rolled off his bed and scrambled to his feet, only to see the man lunging at him again.

“Damn it!” The fury from being framed erupted all at once. Instead of backing down, Qin Yang met him head-on, swinging a fist of his own.

But the moment their fists collided, Qin Yang’s face went pale with pain—a sensation as if his bones had shattered. In the dim yellow light, he could just make out the bruised and swollen flesh of his hand.

“That hurts like hell,” he cursed, but the next blow was already coming.

The impact sent him flying three or four meters. Agony exploded in his cheek, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

A guttural, inhuman roar burst from the brute’s mouth, his chaotic, murderous aura filling the cell. Lying on the floor, Qin Yang trembled. Suddenly, he felt a surge of powerful energy from the depths of the underworld coursing through him. The pain in his fist and cheek began to fade. Rising to his feet, he wiped the blood from his mouth, and a glint appeared in his dark eyes—like a lone star piercing the night.

“Are these guys even human? How did we get so unlucky?” The three thugs didn’t dare make a sound.

One’s eyes were like a beast’s, the other was as emotionless as a machine—were these even people?

In the blink of an eye, the two figures clashed, the ferocity of their blows sending chills through everyone present. In the neighboring cells, others cheered and shouted, eager for more chaos. The few police officers who had been resting sprang up, grabbing their batons and rushing over, only to be stunned by the sight before them.

One man, all muscle and rage, resembled a berserk gorilla; the other seemed like a demon conjured from the void, his form flickering with faint black light. The two of them were locked in a fight of pure, raw violence—no tricks, just brutal force.

“Tasers! Quick, get the tasers!”

None of the officers dared go in empty-handed; even with batons, they’d just be punching bags. Three of the more capable officers charged in with tasers. Neither fighter noticed their approach, too focused on their battle. Seizing the moment, two tasers pressed against their bodies, sending crackling electric currents through them, making everyone shudder at the sound. Faint sparks danced across their bodies as they convulsed uncontrollably.

The brute fared no better, collapsing to one knee, his eyes wild and ferocious.

“Are they even human?” the officers muttered, stunned that the two hadn’t passed out under the high-voltage attack. They exchanged looks of disbelief.

Seeing the two still struggling to rise, the officers didn’t hesitate. The tasers pressed down for a full ten seconds before the pair finally collapsed, unconscious, but still twitching involuntarily.

“Send them to the hospital,” one officer ordered. Seeing the severity of their injuries, none dared delay and quickly called for an ambulance.