Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

The engine of the sidecar motorcycle roared on the dirt road in the county town, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

Liu Guangming, Liangzi, and Lin Xiaofan were crammed into the truck bed.

The road surface was full of potholes and bumps, and the car was so bumpy it felt like its bones were going to fall apart.

Zhao Youcai sat in the sidecar, his slicked-back hair a bit messy from the wind, but he felt very comfortable and even hummed a little tune.

He lit a Hongtashan cigarette and glanced back at Liu Guangming in the truck bed.

This country bumpkin was quite composed; he didn't utter a single word the entire way.

But no matter how calm you are, it's useless.

Once inside the security brigade's gates, whether someone is flat or round is not up to Zhao Youcai to decide.

If this kid runs into trouble at this crucial juncture, he can forget about making money and going to school.

Thinking of this, Zhao Youcai took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face full of smugness.

Compared to Liu Guangming, Lin Xiaofan was not so calm.

When did he ever suffer like this?

When I go out with my dad, everyone downstairs greets me with a smile.

Now look what happened, he was shoved and thrown into a car by several policemen, like they were catching a thief.

"Hey guys, this kid's still glaring at us."

Seeing this, a policeman next to him nudged Lin Xiaofan on the shoulder with his baton.

Lin Xiaofan stiffened his neck and clenched his fists, ready to retort.

Liu Guangming reached out and pulled him behind him.

"We'll just cooperate with the police officers in their investigation."

Liu Guangming spoke, his tone surprisingly calm.

The man chuckled and turned his head away.

Liangzi gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out, and whispered in Liu Guangming's ear.

"Ming-ge, this guy surnamed Zhao is clearly after you. Are we just going to let him take us away like this?"

"How about this, when we get there, I'll find a chance to stall them, and you and this young man run!"

"I'm a drifter, my life is a mess, but you're different, you're going to university!"

"These past few days, we've been following you, and we've all witnessed your talent... your genius!"

"You're sure to amount to something in the future, how can you let yourself be taken advantage of like this!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangming patted Liangzi's hand.

"Stay calm."

"We're doing legitimate business; if we run away, we'll really become drifters."

The tricycle braked suddenly and turned into a courtyard.

A sign with white background and black lettering hangs on the large iron gate: Chengguan Town Public Security Brigade.

As soon as the car came to a stop, several policemen stepped forward and roughly dragged them out.

"Get down here, all of you! Get inside!"

Someone gave it a hard push from behind.

Lin Xiaofan tripped over the truck bed and fell forward, his hands slamming heavily onto the gravel-covered cement ground.

A layer of skin was instantly scraped off my palm, and fine beads of blood seeped out.

Suddenly, the fire in his heart flared up to the top of his head.

He never expected that his father, who talked about the law and discipline at home every day, would have such people working like this.

He couldn't swallow this insult!

Lin Xiaofan suddenly stood up.

Now that things have come to this, he must reveal his name and his father's identity so that these people can see clearly how things should be done!

"I'll tell you, my dad is—"

He had barely begun to speak when a hand suddenly covered his mouth.

Liu Guangming reacted quickly, grabbing Lin Xiaofan's neck.

"Waaaaah!"

Lin Xiaofan struggled desperately, trying to pry Liu Guangming's arms off with both hands and even kicking him, her face turning bright red.

He couldn't understand what was wrong with Liu Guangming. Why wasn't he calling for help at this time? Was he really going to go to jail?

Liu Guangming held Lin Xiaofan down tightly and whispered in his ear.

"Young man, if you don't want to get your father into trouble, shut your mouth!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaofan froze, and stopped struggling.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, staring intently at Liu Guangming.

Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Liu Guangming slowly removed his hand from his mouth.

"Are you crazy? They're abusing their power!"

Lin Xiaofan shouted in a low voice.

"If I just say my dad's name, they wouldn't dare touch me even if they had ten times the courage!"

Liu Guangming shook his head, his brows furrowed into a knot.

"You think saying it will make everything alright?"

"Otherwise what? My dad's the executive deputy county head!"

"Foolish!"

Liu Guangming glared at him.

"If you were to show County Magistrate Lin's nameplate today, do you think a seasoned shrew like Zhao Youcai would immediately admit his mistake and release him?"

Lin Xiaofan was unconvinced.

"Does he dare not release them?"

"They might release you, but if they do, won't they just arrest other people like this next time?!"

"If you don't let go, I think he'll just slap an even bigger accusation on you."

Liu Guangming explained the situation to him in detail.

"Now everyone on the street is watching us get arrested, on charges of being a gang of thugs and engaging in bullying and monopolistic practices."

"You're jumping out now and saying you're the county magistrate's son."

Liu Guangming paused, then emphasized.

"If Zhao Youcai were to spread the word that County Magistrate Lin's son was hanging out with vagrants and getting into fights in the streets, who do you think the people would believe?"

Lin Xiaofan froze, her lips moved but she couldn't utter a word.

Liu Guangming continued to peel back the layers.

"This is a crucial period for economic reform. How many people are eyeing your father's position as executive deputy county head, looking for a mistake?"

"By causing him this kind of gossip at this time, aren't you essentially handing a knife to someone else?"

"Those who oppose reform are just hoping to find something to use against your father!"

Lin Xiaofan was, after all, a child who grew up in a compound, and through his surroundings, he also learned some of the intricacies of officialdom.

With Liu Guangming's prompting, he immediately understood.

If a child is not properly taught, it is the father's fault!

Yes, if this matter is exploited by someone with ulterior motives, and it's published in the newspaper or reported to the city authorities, claiming that Lin Weimin's son is forming gangs and acting as a hooligan on the streets.

Even if his father had eight mouths, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Such a political stain is fatal.

Lin Xiaofan broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

"Then... what do we do now? We can't really let them lock us up, can we?"

Liu Guangming patted his slightly thin shoulder.

"Don't worry, you just heard him say that I was part of a gang, it's obvious he's taking revenge on me."

"You just happened to bump into it."

"Once you're inside, don't worry about anything, just stay to the side."

"Can you protect me?"

Lin Xiaofan swallowed.

"I reckon they'll definitely resort to dirty tricks, but as long as I'm standing here, no one can touch a hair on your head."

Liu Guangming spoke in a very steady tone.

While the two were whispering, Zhao Youcai had already reached the entrance of the public security brigade's office building and started cursing loudly.

"What are you doing! Stop dawdling and get him to the cell right now!"

Several policemen ran over and shoved the three of them deeper into the corridor.

The corridor of the police station was dark and damp, with a musty smell in the air.

Lin Xiaofan covered her nose and followed closely behind Liu Guangming and Liangzi, not daring to take a wrong step.

Zhao Youcai did not come in personally.

He stood at the end of the corridor and beckoned to a uniformed guard.

The warden had triangular eyes and droopy eyelids, giving him a sinister look.

"Old Zhao, who are these kids? Why do you have to personally escort them?"

The guard took out a match and lit a cigarette for Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai exhaled a puff of smoke, his smile forced and insincere.

"A few clueless vagrants were running around on the streets. We've been instructed by higher-ups to crack down on them severely."

"Let's lock it up for two or three days."

I understand discipline now.

"Shall we proceed according to the old rules?"

"Find them a lively place."

Zhao Youcai pointed to the depths of the corridor.

Who is in detention cell number 7 right now?

"Scarface and the others are waiting for trial inside."

The guard grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Zhao Youcai nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's close number 7."

"These kids have really bad tempers. Let Qiangzi help them loosen up and temper their arrogance. As long as they don't break any bones, let them do whatever they want."

"How could there be any mistakes in what you, Old Zhao, entrusted with?"

The guard stubbed out his cigarette and turned away.

Don't worry!