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

Inside detention cell number 7.

Liangzi's frenzied fighting style, coupled with his relentless biting of Scarface Qiang's ear, completely turned the atmosphere in the cell upside down.

Scarface Qiang was sweating profusely from the pain, frantically slapping Liangzi's back with both hands, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

"Let go! You fucking let go!"

Scarface screamed as pitifully as a pig being slaughtered.

Seeing their leader getting the short end of the stick, several men nearby yelled and tried to rush over to help.

Seeing this, Liu Guangming endured the excruciating pain in his back and leaped to his feet.

The wooden stick in his hand whistled through the air as he swung it directly at the face of a man with tattooed arms.

With a muffled "snap," the man's nose collapsed on the spot. He covered his face, squatted on the ground, and groaned. Blood was seeping from between his fingers.

Liu Guangming gave them no chance to breathe.

He stepped forward, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and pressed it directly against the man's head.

"Move even once, and I'll bleed you dry."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stopped in their tracks.

Undoubtedly, these prison bullies were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and with the help of the guards and Zhao Youcai's indulgence, they acted like tyrants inside.

But today they've met their match.

Seeing that his men had all cowered, Scarface Qiang completely lost his guard.

He clung to Liangzi's shoulders with both hands, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Bro! Bro! We've got to admit defeat! Give me a break, your ear's about to fall off!"

Liu Guangming walked over and patted Liangzi on the shoulder.

Liangzi then opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the ground.

He wiped his mouth and glared at Scarface Qiang.

Scarface covered his bleeding right ear and scrambled to the corner of the wall.

The remaining men dared not fight back and all obediently squatted in a row with their hands behind their heads, following their leader.

Of course, Lin Xiaofan is still in a daze at this situation.

He had never seen anything like it before.

In the county government compound, the adults spoke in hushed tones.

He thought the world was as peaceful and prosperous as described in the newspapers.

Until today, until just that moment.

Looking at Liu Guangming's back, which was covered in dust and blood, Lin Xiaofan secretly clenched her fists, mentally assigning all the blame to that security captain named Zhao Youcai.

at the same time.

In the duty room at the end of the corridor, the fan was blowing loudly.

Zhao Youcai sank into the rattan chair, his legs crossed.

On the small square table in front of me was a cup of brewed Maojian tea, and next to it was a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes.

The triangular-eyed guard pushed open the door and walked in, carrying two printed interrogation transcripts and a box of red ink.

"Old Zhao, judging from the noise, there's quite a fight going on inside. The screams can be heard all the way down the corridor."

The warden placed the materials on the table and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Zhao Youcai picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked smug.

"Scarface Qiang is a man of principle. To deal with these reckless troublemakers, you have to teach them a lesson first and break their spirit."

"When we go in later, he'll be all ears, not only when he puts his fingerprints on the document, but he'll also have to obediently call me 'Grandpa'."

The discipline officer gave a thumbs up.

"You, Old Zhao, are truly shrewd. These vagrants have been charged with disturbing the peace and bullying the market; they'll probably be in jail for at least a year or two, right?"

"A year or two?"

Zhao Youcai sneered.

"I was just thinking, we have a few cases on our hands that we haven't figured out yet, this is a perfect opportunity."

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and dusted off his police uniform.

"Let's go, it's about time. Let's go collect the net."

Zhao Youcai, carrying the interrogation transcript, and the guard, holding the inkpad, walked one after the other toward detention cell number 7.

When they reached the iron gate, there was hardly any sound coming from the corridor.

Zhao Youcai smiled with satisfaction.

So quiet? Then those three bastards must have been beaten so badly they can't get up.

"Open the door."

He ordered discipline.

The guard took out a key, inserted it into the lock, turned it twice with a "click," and then pushed hard against the iron gate.

The door opened.

Zhao Youcai swaggered across the threshold with his hands behind his back.

Without even glancing at it closely, he slammed the notebook in his hand onto the wooden table near the door with a loud "thud".

"Kid, you know the rules here now, right?"

"Hurry up and come over here, sign the document, and put your fingerprint on it, so you'll suffer less."

Zhao Youcai's tone was full of condescending arrogance.

But after waiting for half a second, no one responded.

Zhao Youcai frowned and looked up, glancing into the cell.

Upon seeing that, he froze on the spot.

The scene he had envisioned—Liu Guangming kneeling and begging for mercy—did not occur at all.

Liu Guangming stood in the middle of the cell, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Although his clothes were torn, he stood ramrod straight. Liangzi's mouth was full of blood, and his bull-like eyes were staring fiercely at the doorway.

The fair-skinned young man hid behind Liu Guangming, completely unharmed.

Look at the corner of the wall again.

Scarface covered his ears, half his face was covered in blood, and he was trembling with pain.

The four men under his command, some with flat noses and others with limpses, all squatted obediently on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Zhao Youcai was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

These five notorious prison bullies from Chengguan Town, fighting against three, were actually defeated by these three young men?

The discipline officer was stunned, and almost dropped the red inkpad in his hand.

"You've rebelled! You fucking rebelled!"

Zhao Youcai realized what was happening, and his face instantly turned bright red.

He pointed at Liu Guangming and angrily launched into a tirade of curses.

"Daring to fight within the police station! That's an even more serious offense!"

Before Liu Guangming could speak, Lin Xiaofan, who had been silent all along, suddenly jumped out from behind Liu Guangming.

The temper of the children of high-ranking officials completely erupted at this moment.

"Stop trying to shift the blame!"

Lin Xiaofan pointed at Zhao Youcai's nose, her voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire corridor.

"Don't think I don't know what tricks you're playing!"

"You're using your position for personal revenge, arresting us and deliberately putting us in the same cell as these thugs!"

He began to dissect Zhao Youcai's true colors, word by word.

"You just want to use these few people to severely injure us and drive us to a mental breakdown!"

"Then you bring in those messy statements and force us to put our fingerprints on them!"

"This is called forcing a confession! Finding someone to take the blame! You're committing a crime!"

After these words were spoken, the cell fell eerily quiet.

Even Scarface Qiang, who was crouching in the corner, couldn't help but raise his head and look at the fair-skinned young man in horror.

They were all very familiar with this process.

But I can't just say it!

After you say that, do you think Zhao Youcai will let you off the hook?

After Lin Xiaofan finished speaking, Zhao Youcai was stunned.

That was indeed his plan.

But would you dare say something like that to his face? Especially on his turf?

Isn't this a clear indication that she wants to stand her ground against him?

Instantly, Zhao Youcai's anger surged to the top of his head.

He glared fiercely at Lin Xiaofan and pulled out the black rubber baton from his waist.

"You little brat, you haven't even grown your fur yet, and you dare to lecture me?"

Zhao Youcai gritted his teeth and approached step by step.

"If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll change my name!"

"They won't listen to reason, so they'll have to suffer the consequences! Discipline them, lock the door tight! Today I'll personally loosen their bones!"

Upon hearing this, the guard immediately turned around to pull the iron gate.

As soon as the door was locked, Zhao Youcai raised his rubber baton and slammed it down on Lin Xiaofan's shoulder.

Liu Guangming frowned.

To be honest, he didn't expect Zhao Youcai to be this wicked!

He took a sudden step forward, raising his arm to take the blow head-on.

Just as the baton was less than ten centimeters away from Lin Xiaofan's shoulder.

"Bang--!"

A loud bang came from the end of the corridor.

The iron gate of the security brigade was kicked open violently from the outside, making the entire corridor vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, a series of chaotic and hurried footsteps rushed in.

"Zhao Youcai! Stop right there!!!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed for a long time in the empty corridor.

The voice was powerful and filled with barely suppressed rage.

Zhao Youcai's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He knew that voice all too well.

That is......

He turned his head in surprise, looking towards the corridor.

A large group of people rushed in.

Leading the pack was Director Zheng, the head of the county's Public Security Bureau.

His police hat was askew, he was covered in sweat, and his face was as white as paper.

Walking behind Director Zheng was a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

The man's face was ashen, his eyes fixed on Zhao Youcai, who was holding a police baton.