Chapter 61: Turmoil at the Detention Center

"Beautiful lady, let me answer the phone," Ling Tian said to Han Bing with a smile.

"No," Han Bing replied. She took the phone from Ling Tian, switched it off without even looking at it, and confiscated it outright. She also reached into his pocket and pulled out a key—the very key Wang Kun had given Ling Tian for his handcuffs.

"You really are something, huh? Managed to bribe Wang Kun, did you? Hmph! Nobody can save you today! I'm going to lock you up—with those murderers!" Han Bing looked him over, convinced he couldn’t possibly be a good person.

"Big sister with the generous bosom, you can lock me up however you like, but please, let me answer the phone first, alright? If one of my wives is calling and can't reach me, it could cause real trouble." Ling Tian’s phone rarely rang without reason; whenever it did, it usually meant something important.

"If you dare mention my chest again, I’ll shoot you!" Han Bing, furious, drew her pistol and aimed it at Ling Tian. This man was incorrigibly lecherous.

"I’m just telling the truth, big sister with the generous bosom! Let me answer the phone!" Ling Tian showed no fear, even with a gun pointed at him.

"Hmph!" Han Bing resisted the urge to pull the trigger, but she kicked Ling Tian hard, grabbed his phone, and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. If she spent one more minute with this rogue, she might actually kill him. Better to get out and have someone lock him up!

Truth be told, if Ling Tian wanted to leave, no one could stop him. But there was no urgent matter at hand, so he waited quietly. Han Bing had threatened to lock him up with murderers—he actually wanted her to see that he, Ling Tian, feared no one.

Outside, Han Bing found the corridor crowded. Several subordinates were there, and among them stood Zhang Ye—the son of the East River District’s police chief, currently a student at Jianghai University, soon to graduate. He frequented the station and was familiar with everyone there.

Zhang Ye was the same man Ling Tian had met before, the one who had pursued Li Youran at university, though she paid him little mind. He was also interested in Han Bing, but she had no regard for him either. Still, relying on his father’s position, he kept coming to the station, occasionally trying to charm Han Bing.

With other girls, Zhang Ye might use force, but his father had warned him sternly not to mess with Han Bing, saying she was no ordinary officer and not someone he could afford to provoke. Yet Zhang Ye couldn’t understand his father’s concern—Han Bing seemed to live alone and had no close friends.

Today, upon hearing about Ling Tian’s arrest and that Han Bing had brought him to the interrogation room for a day’s detention, Zhang Ye was thrilled—scheming immediately.

Ling Tian had drawn too much attention, having claimed Li Youran and monopolized Lin Youya, and now was teasing Han Bing—clearly asking for trouble.

Han Bing, already angered by Ling Tian, had no patience for Zhang Ye or the crowd gathered outside, obviously there for the spectacle.

"Captain, are you really going to lock up Ling Tian?" Wang Kun stepped forward, trying to plead on Ling Tian’s behalf.

"Hmph! Wang Kun, you have some nerve, giving Ling Tian the handcuff key. From now on, stay out of his affairs." Han Bing scolded Wang Kun, then turned to another officer: "Xiao Li, lock Ling Tian up with the murder suspects."

At that moment, Zhang Ye approached. "Bing Bing, let me take you out to eat. What would you like?"

"I have no time. Go by yourself. As for the rest of you, get back to your work and don’t bother me." Han Bing wanted to be alone.

She had lived over twenty years and had never been so infuriated. Even after beating Ling Tian, she couldn’t vent her anger completely—he was a formidable character. Most vexing of all, Ling Tian had touched her chest, even if through her clothes. It was a sensation she had never experienced, leaving her utterly confused and needing time to calm down.

Seeing Han Bing’s genuine anger, everyone dispersed, busying themselves with their own tasks. Xiao Li went to the interrogation room, brought Ling Tian out, and placed him with several other detainees.

Zhang Ye made a call, and two more men arrived—they were locked in the same room, summoned specifically to deal with Ling Tian. This was his father’s domain, so Zhang Ye couldn’t act directly, but if Ling Tian was beaten by other detainees in the holding cell, it would be a different matter.

Now, the room held six men. During the day, no one spoke or made a move.

Ling Tian quietly observed them. When he entered, there were three already inside; two more arrived later. The initial three were all fierce-looking, their eyes sharp as blades. They weren’t a group—the burly man in black was alone, while the two shorter ones seemed to be together; one had a knife scar, the other sported yellow hair, an earring, and looked like a rebellious youth, though his features were rather rough.

Later, two more men entered. They weren’t particularly muscular, but their builds hinted at martial training—hard fists and a foreign aura of menace.

These men all noticed Ling Tian. The big man in black seemed indifferent; the two shorter ones looked at Ling Tian with hostility; the last two, brought in by Zhang Ye, immediately fixed their gaze on Ling Tian, ignoring the other three. One even sneered, contemptuous.

Ling Tian wasn't foolish; he understood instantly. That busty policewoman was ruthless—she had indeed locked him up with murderers and brought in two more to deal with him. It’s said the most venomous heart belongs to a woman; it rang true. All this just for touching her chest? Was it really necessary to go to such extremes?

Ling Tian resolved that, once free, he would make Han Bing his woman, subduing her utterly in bed, so she would understand the consequences of plotting against her own husband.

Han Bing knew nothing of Zhang Ye’s scheme. Had she known he had sent two men in to attack Ling Tian, she might have intervened. After calming down, she didn’t want anyone to die.

Night fell, and the cell grew restless.

The two men sent by Zhang Ye hadn't acted yet, but the other three began to quarrel.

The scarred man seemed to be the leader of the yellow-haired one. With a glance, he signaled Yellow Hair, who swaggered over to the big man in black and taunted, "Never thought I'd see you here, Tiger. Three years ago, you relied on numbers to slash my boss’s face. Tonight, my boss and I are taking our revenge!"

Ling Tian realized these men harbored a deep grudge. The world was indeed small; all locked up together. He wondered if the big man could handle the pair.

The big man ignored Yellow Hair, casting a contemptuous glance at Scarface, and replied slowly, "You people from Jin Gang are always looking for trouble, trying to seize our province's turf. Giving you a slash was lenient. If Sister Yue didn’t want to break with your boss, I would’ve stabbed you right then!"

"Damn you! Don’t mention that slut. Neither man nor woman—sooner or later, our Jin Gang boss will make her his plaything. Such a big province, ruled by a woman—are there no men here?" Scarface’s words dripped with disdain, insulting all the men of the province.

"Sister Yue is not someone you can insult!" The insult enraged the big man, who swung a punch at Scarface. Scarface and Yellow Hair attacked together, and the three began to brawl.

Ling Tian was surprised. From their conversation, it was clear the "Sister Yue" they referred to was none other than Song Ziyue. The big man was called Tiger, likely the "Brother Tiger" mentioned by the bald man, a staunch defender of Song Ziyue.

The other two were from the Jin Gang, the largest gang in the neighboring province, and their conflict had arisen over territorial disputes. It seemed Song Ziyue’s days weren’t so easy; Ling Tian couldn't fathom why a young woman would choose such a violent life.

Ling Tian hadn’t intended to intervene, but remembering that Song Ziyue would one day be one of his women, and Tiger was her subordinate, he felt he couldn’t just watch. He decided to first observe Tiger’s strength.

There was no denying Tiger’s prowess. His movements revealed martial training, with hints of Xingyi boxing. Despite his bulky frame, he was agile.

Yellow Hair was mediocre; Scarface was vicious, his strength on par with Tiger, his punches showing traces of iron sand palm, though not fully mastered.

In Ling Tian’s eyes, none of them were particularly impressive. He shook his head—Tiger, fighting two, was soon overwhelmed, blood trickling from his mouth after Scarface landed a punch to his chest.

"Tiger bro, let me help you!" Ling Tian grinned, approaching. He could have used silver needles to fell them instantly, but that would be too dull. The long night in detention needed some entertainment.

"Who are you? I advise you not to meddle," Scarface warned, surprised that someone would help Tiger. Clearly, Ling Tian and Tiger weren’t acquainted.

Tiger was also confused—did he know this man?

Ling Tian ignored their reactions, smiling, "I’m not meddling blindly. Song Ziyue is my wife, and Tiger is her subordinate, which makes him mine as well."

"Don’t say that! Sister Yue has no man!" Tiger protested. He disliked anyone taking liberties with Song Ziyue, whom he regarded as sacred.

"I mean it. You’ll see soon enough. In this world, only I—the number one handsome man—am worthy of Song Ziyue. When we’re out, I’ll propose; Tiger, you can come with me and see for yourself." Ling Tian spoke with conviction, believing all four beauties of Jianghai would become his wives.