Jia Zheng and Jia Guowei swaggered to the door of the maximum-security cell, unable to contain their smiles. The thought of Lu Ming being beaten black and blue made them want to dance.
Father and son exchanged a look, their eyes filled with anticipation.
The guard pulled out a key, opened the door, and gestured, "Secretary Jia, Young Master Jia, please."
Mm-hmm.
Let's see!
The two stepped into the cell one after another. The moment they entered, the scene within nauseated them.
Blood, urine, teeth, hair littered the floor, and they even spotted a half-finger!
The scene was akin to a living hell.
Disgusting, felt like vomiting.
Despite the revulsion, Jia Guowei was ecstatic. He believed all the blood and teeth belonged to Lu Ming, and the more blood there was, the more it proved Lu Ming had been brutally beaten the previous night.
Jia Guowei burst into laughter and said gleefully, "This is the consequence of offending me, Jia Guowei!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Zheng patted his shoulder and said, "Wait, something's not right."
Huh?
Jia Guowei paused, then looked closer, and his entire body froze.
Inside the cell, a pile of people lay in disarray, each curled up by the wall, pressed tightly against it, like startled birds, not daring to breathe.
They were all over six feet tall, supposed to be imposing and mighty, but now each of them appeared as weak as a quail.
It was truly bizarre.
Most terrifyingly, these men were all injured!
Many had lost teeth, large patches of hair had been ripped out, exposing their scalps, and some had broken limbs, lying on the ground, barely alive.
The carnage was indescribable.
"What... what happened?" Jia Guowei was completely stunned. He recognized these men; they were the maximum-security inmates detained in this cell!
Logically, they should have beaten Lu Ming to a pulp. But the scene before him was far from what Jia Guowei had imagined.
He didn't see a dying Lu Ming; instead, he saw these maximum-security inmates beaten beyond recognition.
"Where is Lu Ming? Where is Lu Ming?" Jia Guowei shouted.
At that moment, a faint voice echoed from a corner, "Jia Guowei, are you looking for me?"
It was Lu Ming's voice!
Jia Guowei followed the sound and saw a man with intact limbs and no visible injuries, lying on his side in the corner. That spot was the only clean area in the entire cell.
The man turned to face Jia Guowei.
It was Lu Ming!
Jia Guowei examined Lu Ming from head to toe, surprisingly finding no trace of injury. His teeth were fine, and although there was blood on him, it was clearly someone else's. This meant... Lu Ming hadn't been beaten last night; instead, he had slept soundly!
"This is impossible."
Jia Guowei couldn't believe his eyes.
Even Jia Zheng and the guards were startled. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They had done this sort of thing before, but this was the first time they had hit a wall.
Jia Zheng, cunning as he was, had a rough idea of what had happened last night.
Jia Guowei roared at Brother Hu, "Tell me, what exactly happened last night? Why is Lu Ming lying there unharmed while you are all beaten beyond recognition? What is going on?"
The more he spoke, the more Brother Hu cried.
Brother Hu, dragging his broken leg, crawled to Jia Guowei. He grabbed Jia Guowei's thigh and wailed, "Young Master Jia, please, transfer me to another cell. I don't want to share a cell with this devil. I don't!"
A burly, broad-shouldered man was now sobbing like a little girl, calling him a devil and crying to be transferred.
It was evident how badly Brother Hu had been dealt with last night.
The others were no better off.
They all knelt before Jia Guowei, crying and demanding a cell transfer, denouncing Lu Ming's atrocities from the previous night.
Jia Guowei heard their words but felt rage in his heart.
He kicked Brother Hu away and cursed, "You useless wretches! So many of you couldn't even beat one newcomer who was handcuffed? And you dare cry here, you failures, all of you!"
No matter how much he scolded, Brother Hu and the others just kept crying and demanding to be transferred.
In the past, those who shared cells with them were the ones they beat, and it was others who cried to be transferred. This was the first time in history that Brother Hu and his gang were demanding a transfer.
Truly a sight to behold.
Jia Zheng, standing beside them, remained silent, his brows furrowed.
Frankly, Jia Zheng was a man of experience, yet even he had never witnessed such a situation.
He wanted to avenge his son, but he had hit a snag.
Lu Ming's strength far exceeded his imagination.
Jia Zheng patted Jia Guowei's shoulder and said, "Don't shout. Be more composed."
Then,
He strode a few steps towards Lu Ming, their eyes meeting.
A moment later, Jia Zheng said to Lu Ming, "Not bad. Good skills. Even with your hands cuffed, you managed to make these maximum-security inmates cry for their mothers. I admit, I underestimated you."
Lu Ming just watched him silently.
Jia Zheng continued, "You think you're so great, so amazing? Heh, Lu Ming, you're wrong. You've made a fatal mistake."
Lu Ming asked, "What mistake?"
Jia Zheng explained, "Before, when you beat my son Jia Guowei, the situation wasn't that serious. Even I wouldn't have kept you in prison for life. At most, you'd be locked up for half a year or a year, and then released. But now, you've beaten these maximum-security inmates, and with such brutality. This time, your crime is much more serious. Based on this alone, I have ways to manipulate things and ensure you spend the rest of your life in prison!"
The old ginger is indeed the spiciest.
One had to admit, Jia Zheng was far more capable than Jia Guowei.
Lu Ming had indeed won, but as Jia Zheng said, his crime had become even more severe.
As long as Jia Zheng handled it skillfully, Lu Ming would definitely rot in jail.
If an ordinary person heard Jia Zheng's words, they would surely be intimidated, and some timid individuals might even kneel and beg for mercy.
But Lu Ming found it rather strange.
Instead of being afraid, he smiled mysteriously.
He casually asked, "What time is it now?"
Jia Zheng glanced at his watch. "Six o'clock, six in the morning."
"Mm," Lu Ming lay back down and said, "It's still early. I'll sleep a little more. I'll say it again, Jia Zheng, if you don't want trouble, release me immediately. In another three or four hours, by nine or ten o'clock, even if you come here to kowtow and beg me to leave, I might not even want to."
Kowtow?
Let you out?
Jia Zheng burst into laughter, disdainfully. "Lu Ming, stop pretending with me. You want to play, fine, I'll play with you! I'll stay here until ten o'clock. I want to see how you'll make me beg you to leave?!"