Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

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As expected, when they arrived at the traffic police station, they first measured Ye Ling's blood alcohol content. After the test, they simply threw Ye Ling into the detention center.

Being pushed into a dark room by the guards left Ye Ling stunned. What was this supposed to mean? Was it that straightforward?

It was a deep trap indeed. Drunk driving and direct detention for fifteen days without even a slight chance of reprieve.

Ye Ling felt like crying but had no tears, staring at the slamming door and then at the other guys sitting inside, each having committed some minor offense.

"Ah, forget it, might as well be honest. It's not too bad, an experience of a different kind of life."

Ye Ling shook his head with a wry smile, looked around at the dozen or so burly men, and couldn't help but smile faintly. He nodded at everyone, then found a single bed and sat down on it.

Sitting by the door was a guy with his upper body bare, displaying a dragon tattoo that stretched over his shoulder, a long scar on his face which made him look somewhat fierce, with a cigarette tucked in his mouth.

Around him were six muscular thugs, each looking at Ye Ling with a chilling gaze.

"Kid, how did you get in here?"

The scar-faced man glanced at Ye Ling, then stood up and slowly walked over to him, speaking in a cold voice.

Ye Ling looked up at the scar-faced man and couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, drunk driving, just a small offense, yet here I am, detained for fifteen days."

"Heh, who here has committed a big crime? The longest is just a fifteen-day detention. Kid, tell me, do you want to spend these fifteen days comfortably?"

As the scar-faced man spoke, he lifted his foot and slammed it down onto the bed next to Ye Ling, leaning forward slightly and staring intently at him.

The six thugs who had been sitting by the door stood up, walked over to the scar-faced man's side with their arms crossed, and looked at Ye Ling expressionlessly.

"Well, big brother, you tell me, what should I do?"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, but inside he sneered. It seemed there were always such blind fools everywhere, and some even tried to make a profit this way.

"I think you're a sharp one. So, here's the deal, ten thousand yuan, and I'll cover you for these fifteen days. Otherwise," he snorted, "you should know the consequences!"

The scar-faced man smirked, and Ye Ling shrugged, "So that's what this is about. But brother, you know, we can't make phone calls or anything in here, so how can I get in touch with friends or family to send money?"

"Don't worry about that, I can give you one chance to make a phone call. You can ask your family to contact the guards and then send some 'gifts' over."

"Brother, it's only ten thousand. It'll save you from suffering, and it's a pretty good deal if you think about it."

Ye Ling looked at the scar-faced man, then at a few people huddled in the corner, looking pitifully at him. It was clear they had already been 'taken care of' by this scumbag.

"Actually, it's not a problem with the money; the key is that I don't want to give it. What do you think we should do about this?"

As Ye Ling spoke, he stood up and looked at the scar-faced man with a faint smile; threatening him? He was still green.

The moment the scar-faced man heard this, he burst into laughter, "Yo, not bad, not bad. Boys, loosen the skin of this blind fool. I think he still doesn't know about our methods."

After speaking, the scar-faced man stepped back, and the six burly men coldly chuckled, cracking their knuckles with a sound that made one's heart tremble.

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Ye Ling cracked a smile and pointed at the few unlucky guys cowering in the corner, "What about it? It looks like they've had a lesson or two, huh? Am I supposed to end up like them?"

"You wish," sneered the guy with the scar, "Think about it, think hard. When those guys arrived, some were cockier than you. Now, aren't they behaving like little lambs?"

The scarred man sneered. He was a well-known thug in this area. Once incarcerated, it didn't matter if you were poor or wealthy; nobody could escape his version of justice.

Of course, money could solve any problem. As long as the cash was right, nothing else mattered.

While talking, the scarred man signaled to six brawny men. No matter what, they'd teach Ye Ling a lesson first.

Whoosh, one of the brutes threw a fierce punch. Ye Ling just smiled, his hand shooting up and his fingers latching onto the incoming fist with a vice-like grip.

"Do you know how impolite this is? I was hoping we could mind our own business, but here you are, asking for a beating. Who's to blame?"

As Ye Ling spoke, his fingers tightened their hold. The man whose fist he had caught suddenly bulged his eyes, feeling as if his hand was about to shatter.

"Ow! It hurts, let go, it's gonna break, my fingers!"

The man caught in Ye Ling's grip shrieked. Ye Ling responded with a cold laugh and a swift kick, sending the poor fellow flying into the bunk above.

"What are you waiting for? Get him!" Seeing this, the scarred man's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he roared in fury.

The other five brutes nodded frantically, their teeth gritted and eyes glittering with malice as they swung at Ye Ling in unison.

Thump, thump, the five brutes only saw a blur before they were suddenly airborne, crashing down onto the beds.

Crackling and creaking, the beds shook loose and collapsed with a thunderous crash, kicking up clouds of dust. Everyone was stunned.

The six brutes Ye Ling had knocked out with one punch lay on the ground, wailing and howling in agony. Far from getting up, they were just holding on to consciousness.

Ye Ling glanced at the scarred man who was backing away, chuckling, "So, big brother, got anything else you want to say to me?"

Retreating nonstop, the scarred man suddenly bumped into the bunk behind him and chuckled nervously, "Y'know, big brother, I was just joking around. Look at you, taking things so seriously."

"Oh? Joking? So, when you asked me for that ten thousand yuan, were you also joking?" Ye Ling asked with a faint smile, wiping his fist and giving it a shake, which frightened the scarred man a good deal.

The scarred man hastily raised his hands, "Big brother, it was absolutely a joke. We're cellmates, right? We have to spend a few days together. Don't you have a sense of humor?"

"Yeah, not bad, I think you're quite humorous. So, how about I join in the fun? Can you give back all the money they paid you?"

Ye Ling chuckled. As soon as he said this, the scarred man was in a bind, and the few shrinking guys inside hurriedly waved their hands, "No, no, we don't want it back."

"That's right, that's right. It's my tribute to Brother Wolf. Brother Wolf, I really don't want the money back."

"Brother Wolf, I don't want the money either, please don't put me on the spot."

At these words, Ye Ling was stunned, staring blankly at the few people inside hastily waving their hands. Damn, are you all mentally challenged?

The so-called Brother Wolf, that is, the scarred man, quickly said with a smile, "Big brother, you see it's not my fault. They're the ones who don't want it."