Compared to Liu Ruyan, Lin Fan’s situation was far more miserable.
At first, he was held alone in a private cell. But later, a few law enforcement officers told him the prison was overcrowded and that he needed to be moved.
At the time, Lin Fan believed it. It sounded reasonable.
But as he walked past several empty cells on the way out, he immediately realized—this wasn’t a transfer due to crowding. It was a setup.
He was being deliberately targeted.
Soon, he was placed in a cell designated for serious offenders—six hardened criminals in one room, each with a long list of brutal crimes.
The moment Lin Fan stepped in, the way they stared at him made him feel like a little white rabbit thrown into a den of hungry wolves.
But Lin Fan didn’t flinch. In fact, he welcomed it. He saw it as a perfect outlet.
If these people dared try anything, he could take out his anger by beating them all down. That would be satisfying.
However, to his surprise, none of the criminals made a move. No one came to intimidate him. They didn’t even speak.It was as if they already knew Lin Fan’s identity and strength—that he was a Fifth Grade, Eighth-Level martial arts master.
No one wanted to provoke him.
They simply lay on their beds, resting quietly.
At first, Lin Fan thought, Fine. No one’s causing trouble. I’ll use this time to cultivate.
But then things got weird.
The five criminals weren’t just quiet. They started acting… insane.
They stared at him constantly. Their eyes didn’t blink. Their gazes were full of obsession.
Then came the worst part—Da Huiji.
They didn’t even touch him. They just… stared, breathing heavily, and moaned.
Lin Fan had never experienced anything so disturbing in his life. But since they weren’t laying a hand on him, he couldn’t justify fighting them.
He tried to ignore them, crossed his legs on the hard wooden bed, and began meditating to cultivate his strength.
It was peaceful at first.
But suddenly, one of them screamed, “Handsome guy! Handsome guy! It’s happening—it’s happening!”
“Zhao!” Lin Fan cursed under his breath, instantly understanding what was going on.
He wanted to go over and knock the guy’s teeth out, but he forced himself to endure.
Now wasn’t the time to cause trouble.
Someone would be coming to take him out tomorrow. If he assaulted anyone now, it would only complicate matters.
So he endured it.
But not even ten minutes later, another one of them started moaning again, a long, drawn-out “ooooh” echoing through the cell.
Lin Fan clenched his fists and closed his eyes tighter. Endure it… endure it…
He kept telling himself: It’ll stop soon. I can’t lose control now.
Sure enough, about an hour later, the cell fell quiet.
Lin Fan thought the madness had finally ended and tried to return to his cultivation.
But he underestimated them.
He hadn’t accounted for round two.
Just as one finished… another began.
Blanch!!!
They weren’t even trying to hide it anymore. Their only goal was to disgust him.
Lin Fan couldn’t take it anymore. His mental defenses collapsed.
He couldn’t beat them. So instead, he leapt to his feet and rushed to the iron gate, slamming his fists against it.
“Change my cell! Get me out of here!”
A law enforcement officer quickly arrived and slammed his electric baton against the bars.
“Shut it!” the officer barked. “You’re disturbing the others! We already told you—there’s no other space. If you keep yelling, I’ll hang you up and swing you like a damn child!”
With that, the officer left.
Lin Fan stood frozen in place.
He could easily kick down the cell door. It wouldn’t stop him.
But once he did that, the entire situation would escalate. It would become a prison break. And that’s exactly what those pulling strings behind the scenes probably wanted—to make things worse for him.
So, helpless, Lin Fan returned to his bed and sat down again.
But he couldn’t hold back a threat.
“All of you, behave. If you dare do any more of that disgusting crap, I’ll show you what real relief feels like.”
He released his true energy as he spoke. The force of it silenced the entire room.
Not a sound. Not even the creak of a bed.
Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally—they were intimidated.
Turns out you have to scare them a little, or else they’ll keep pushing. Maybe now they’d finally settle down…
But Lin Fan was too naive.
These were not normal criminals—they were completely insane. The kind of people who’d rather die than submit. They weren’t afraid of threats.
In fact, they were even bolder.
One of them even shouted shamelessly, “Daddy, hit me!”
Blanch!!!
Lin Fan could face physical attacks all day long. But this mental torture was unbearable.
He didn’t sleep at all that night.
And unknown to him, the emotional rollercoaster he endured added 80,000 points to Shen Wuxiao’s system!
…
At exactly nine o’clock the next morning, a plane from the Imperial Capital landed at Zhonghai International Airport.
Four passengers—three men and one woman—stepped off the plane, dressed in casual attire.
They looked serious, their expressions tight, as though they were on an urgent mission.
Outside the airport, a white-plated Audi waited by the curb. The four of them entered without hesitation.
Once inside, they removed their casual clothes, revealing matching uniforms beneath their jackets.
They were simple nylon jackets—but the badges on their chests were anything but ordinary.
Two of them wore badges marked with “Supreme People’s Procuratorate”.
The other two bore a different emblem: yellow-framed, adorned with golden wheat ears, and a circular seal with the Great Wall and a star in the center. On either side were the bold characters “Guo… An”—National Security.
The car sped through the streets and finally stopped outside the gates of Zhonghai First Branch Police Station.
Without saying a word, the four got out and walked inside.
In the service hall, the only woman among them stepped forward and displayed her credentials.
The law enforcement officer on duty took a look—and immediately stood up in alarm.
Her name: Hongye.
Her department: Second Bureau of the National Security Bureau.
His heart skipped a beat.
He knew what that meant. The National Security Bureau was divided into seventeen bureaus, each with different responsibilities.
And the Second Bureau—strategic international intelligence—was one of the most powerful.
To hold a position like that at only twenty-five or twenty-six meant one of two things: either she had an ironclad background, or she had made astonishing achievements.
With a cold expression, Hongye spoke: “You’re holding a prisoner named Lin Fan. Take us to him—now.”
The officer quickly searched the records.
After thirty seconds, he hesitated. “Yes, we have him… but he’s classified as a serious offender. If you want to see him, I’ll need to file a report…”
The four exchanged glances.
One of them—a middle-aged man with a buzz cut—stepped forward and spoke with an unmistakable edge in his voice.
“Go ahead. File your report. But tell your superior to come down here and explain himself.”
“Meanwhile, take us to the prisoner.”
This man, Zhou Sheng, was from the Supreme People’s Procuratorate. His tone made it clear—the head of the branch was already under suspicion.
The staff didn’t dare delay any longer.
They immediately reported up the chain.