Chapter 1362
Getting a Big Shot to Massage His Back!
The cell fell silent the moment those words were spoken.
Even the death row inmate in the red vest who had been staring at the wall seemed to move very slightly.
The other prisoners who had entered earlier and were often bullied by Master Biao stared wide-eyed at Luo Fei in disbelief. In this dog-eat-dog world, Master Biao, relying on the Xue family's reputation and his own ruthlessness, had always been the undisputed ruler of the cell. Newcomers were always bullied and ordered around; they had never seen anyone so arrogant, turning the tables and ordering Master Biao around. Was this newcomer crazy?
Biao Ye was stunned for several seconds before he reacted. A surge of anger rushed to his head, and his face immediately turned a deep liver color.
He jumped up from his bunk, pointed at Luo Fei's nose, and started cursing.
"Fuck your mother! You think you're so great?! You think I'm made of clay? I haven't even settled the score with you for yesterday, and you dare to shit on my head today?! Brothers, get him! Teach this bastard what rules are! Don't kill him, just leave him alive!"
The last sentence clearly showed he still remembered the instruction to "play slowly," but his anger had made him disregard everything else.
At his command, the skinny, weasel-faced henchman beside him was the first to respond, howling and lunging forward. Two or three other lackeys followed closely behind, throwing punches and kicks, attacking Luo Fei from different directions. The cell was cramped, leaving almost no room to escape. Boss Biao himself clenched his fists, grinning maliciously, ready to watch Luo Fei be beaten to a pulp.
For the next ten minutes or so, everyone in the cell except Luo Fei and the man in the red vest experienced a brief but mind-blowing nightmare. The expected beating didn't happen, or rather, the situation was completely reversed. All that could be heard was a series of grating sounds of fists hitting flesh, joints dislocating, muffled groans and screams, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the iron bed frame or the wall. Figures moved rapidly in the confined space, only to quickly quiet down.
When everything settled down, the situation in the cell had changed dramatically. Under the dumbfounded, ghost-like gazes of the other prisoners, Xue Debiao, nicknamed "Brother Biao," stood obsequiously—though his smile looked somewhat comical and painful due to the bruises on his face—beside Luo Fei's bunk. Luo Fei lay comfortably on the lower bunk, while Brother Biao's heavily tattooed arms were now vigorously kneading and pounding Luo Fei's back and shoulders, his movements surprisingly skillful and rhythmic.
"Fei...Brother Fei, is this pressure okay? Is your back sore? Shall I give you a better massage?"
While pressing the buttons, Biao asked cautiously, his obsequious tone giving one goosebumps.
He and his henchmen were covered in fresh bruises and welts on their faces and bodies. The skinny henchman, in particular, had one eye swollen shut and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The group squatted obediently in the corner, not daring to breathe, their eyes filled with fear, a far cry from their previous arrogance.
While continuing the massage, Biao Ye chuckled and offered an explanation.
"Brother Fei, please don't take offense. When I was a kid, my dad ran a massage parlor for the blind, and I often helped out there. I learned a little bit of the skills, hehe... I never thought I'd be able to use them here."
His words were half flattery, half an explanation of why he was "professional in his methods," and also a subtle indication that he had completely given in and was now at your beck and call.
Luo Fei closed his eyes and hummed in response through his nose.
He didn't use excessive force, but rather a sufficiently painful and intimidating method to instantly make this "Boss Biao" and his henchmen understand who the real threat was here. The most direct way to deal with such bullies is to be tougher, more ruthless, and more resourceful than them.
Meanwhile, in the archives management room of the detention center's administrative area, a completely different scene unfolds.
Two female police officers on duty, one older and surnamed Wang, and the other younger and surnamed Li, were handling routine paperwork.
Their work includes verifying and filing the information of newly detained persons.
"Sister Li, take a look at this."
Young Li pointed at the computer screen, his brows slightly furrowed.
"The new guy we admitted yesterday is named Luo Jian. He's suspected of intentional assault. The file transferred from the detention center lists his name as 'Luo Jian,' the 'Jian' in 'robust.'"
But why is the name entered into our institute's system as 'Luo Fei'? It's the 'Fei' in 'Fei Li' (meaning 'flying' or 'flying' in 'Fei Li').
The ID number matches.
What happened? Was there a data entry error?
Sister Wang leaned over to look at the screen, then flipped through the cover of the paper file folder beside her, and it did indeed say "Luo Jian".
"Was it a typo at the detention center? Or does he have two names? We'll know if we ask him directly."
Where is his personal belongings bag? It shouldn't have been transferred to the prison's storage room yet, right? Let's see if there's any identification or anything like that inside.
"Oh, right, I'll go get it."
Xiao Li got up, walked to the temporary storage locker next to him, and found the bag labeled "Luo Jian" according to the number. He brought it back and placed it on the table, and the two of them opened the seal together. The contents were simple.
An old cell phone that had run out of battery and shut down, a worn-out wallet, a set of keys, and some loose change. Xiao Li picked up the wallet, opened it, and first pulled out a driver's license.
"The name on the driver's license is... Luo Fei."
Xiao Li read aloud, then looked at the photo again. It was indeed the person who had been detained yesterday. There seemed to be something tucked inside the driver's license.
She carefully pulled it out; it was a small, dark blue, hardcover booklet, slightly larger than a regular ID card. In the center of the cover was a clearly embossed national emblem, below which were the three large, gold-stamped characters "Police Officer's ID Card," and above the emblem was a line of smaller text.
"Great Xia State Security Bureau".
The two exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised. "From the National Security system?" Sister Wang took the ID and opened it with a puzzled look. On the left side of the inner page was a half-length, headshot of the holder, wearing a police uniform—it was Luo Fei. The right side contained his name.
Luo Fei; position/post.
Director of the 18th Bureau of the State Security Department of the Great Xia Dynasty; police rank.
Level 3 Police Supervisor; the official seal of the issuing authority is clear and complete.
"National Security Bureau... Director of the 18th Bureau? Third-level Police Inspector?"
Sister Wang read it aloud in a low voice, her face filled with disbelief.
"This...how is this possible? How old does he look? Is he thirty? Twenty-seven? Twenty-eight?"
Xiao Li also looked closer and looked again, and found it unbelievable as well.
"Yes, Sister Wang."
A Level 3 Police Inspector? That's a really high-ranking leader! Maybe the head of the National Security Bureau? Our city police chief is only a Level 1 Police Inspector, right? He's so young… this badge, is it fake?
She said it with certainty.
"It's a forgery! It definitely is!"
"This guy is incredibly audacious. He was arrested for intentionally injuring someone, and he's carrying a forged National Security Police Officer ID? Does he think he doesn't have enough crimes to list?" Sister Wang examined the ID's material, printing, and seal more closely. Based on her limited knowledge, she felt the workmanship was excellent, unlike something made on the street.
But the huge discrepancy between Luo Fei's age and his so-called position made it impossible for her to believe it was true.
"Forging official documents, especially those of state security personnel, is a serious crime."
Sister Wang shook her head and put the documents back on the table.
"But it's really a bit outrageous. How can a National Security Bureau director be so young, and a third-level police superintendent at that? They didn't even use their brains to fabricate it. I guess it's just to fool people, or maybe he has some kind of special fetish?"
"Exactly, it's so fake."
Xiao Li echoed.
"So what do we do now? We need to verify the name discrepancy and the fake certificate with him, and record it, right?"
"Hmm, I should ask. It's also good to see how he's doing after receiving 'special treatment'."
Sister Wang said, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible sympathy and helplessness.
Having been in this system for a long time, they had heard about some of the behind-the-scenes operations and "rules".
"I heard that Luo Fei was brought in because he offended the young master of the Xue family. There might be more to the story about the noodle shop conflict."
As soon as he arrived, he was specially assigned to be locked in a room with Xue Debiao. Think about it, who is Xue Debiao? He's Xue Jingshan's nephew, a notorious troublemaker, and a tyrant in the room.
This arrangement...it's clearly meant to make him suffer inside.
Xiao Li also lowered his voice.
“I’ve heard about it too. Sigh, getting involved with the Xue family is really bad luck. He’s probably going to have a hard time these next few days. We’re just lowly police officers, we can’t handle that much. Let’s go, let’s go to the cell and ask about his name and identification.”
The two women, carrying Luo Fei's personal bag containing the controversial "police officer's ID," left the archives and headed towards the prison area. On the way, they continued to whisper among themselves, finding Luo Fei's act of forging the ID foolish and laughable. They were also pessimistic about his situation, being deliberately placed in the same cell as Xue Debiao, anticipating that they might witness the new inmate being bullied when they arrived at the cell.
However, when they reached the door of cell 307 and peered through the small barred window in the iron door, they were instantly stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes. The scene they had anticipated—a new inmate cowering in a corner or being beaten—was nowhere to be seen. Instead, they clearly saw Xue Debiao, who was infamous in the prison area and whom no one dared to provoke, with an almost fawning smile on his face, diligently and even professionally massaging Luo Fei's shoulders and back as he lay on the bed.
Xue Debiao's henchmen, on the other hand, obediently squatted in a corner in the distance, their faces still bearing injuries.
The atmosphere in the cell was so eerie that the two policewomen looked at each other, momentarily forgetting their purpose for being there, and simply staring blankly at this scene that completely overturned their understanding.
The two policewomen stood at the door of cell 307, staring blankly through the small barred window of the iron gate for quite a while before recovering from the completely unexpected scene.
The scene before them was too bizarre, completely contrary to the miserable state of the newcomers being bullied that they had imagined.
The new prisoner named Luo Fei, instead of cowering in the corner, was comfortably lying on the lower bunk in the cell, looking relaxed.
What was even more unbelievable to them was that Xue Debiao, the infamous figure in the prison ward who commanded respect even from some of the guards—"Brother Biao"—was now bent over, his face plastered with an almost fawning, even somewhat comical smile due to the bruises on his face, vigorously kneading and pounding Luo Fei's back and shoulders with his tattooed, powerful arms. The movements were surprisingly rhythmic and professional, as if he were genuinely providing a professional massage.
Meanwhile, Biao Ye's henchmen, who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, now had fresh bruises on their faces and were obediently squatting in the corner in the distance, not daring to even lift their heads, forming a stark contrast to the "harmonious" massage scene in the middle.
An indescribable silence permeated the entire cell, with only the occasional, cautious whisper from Uncle Biao asking, "Is the force enough?"
Sister Wang was the first to recover from the shock. She coughed, cleared her throat, and raised her voice to shout into the cell.
"Luo Jian! Is Luo Jian here? Come out for a second!"
Hearing the sound, Luo Fei, who was lying prone, raised his hand and casually patted Xue Debiao's still-moving arm. Xue Debiao immediately stopped as if receiving a royal decree, obediently stepping aside and standing with his hands at his sides. Only then did Luo Fei slowly sit up, stretching his neck, a hint of impatience on his face, but when he saw two policewomen in uniform outside the fence, that impatience quickly transformed into a cynical smile.
He walked a few steps to the fence and looked at Sister Wang and Xiao Li outside through the iron bars.
"Officers, is there something you need?"
His attitude was neither respectful nor provocative; it was a very natural, even overly relaxed state, which seemed out of place in the detention center environment and in his prison uniform.
Sister Wang frowned, suppressing her strange feeling, and asked in a businesslike manner.
"What is your name? The file transferred from the detention center says 'Luo Jian,' the 'Jian' in 'robust.'"
However, when we checked your belongings, your driver's license listed you as 'Luo Fei,' the 'Fei' in 'Fei Li.' The system also entered 'Luo Fei.'
What's going on? Which one is your real name?
Upon hearing this, Luo Fei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Oh, this? Luo Jian is my stage name, the one I use when I'm out and about, it sounds more imposing. Luo Fei is my real name, given to me by my parents, for good luck and smooth sailing. So, officer, using a stage name... isn't illegal, is it?"
He spoke in a relaxed, slightly teasing tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Xiao Li couldn't help but chime in.
"Stop being so glib! Detention centers are serious law enforcement facilities; records must be accurate! And another thing."
As she spoke, she carefully took out the dark blue hard-covered ID card from her bag with her gloved fingers and showed it to Luo Fei through the fence.
"What's going on here? Forging official government documents is a serious crime!"
Luo Fei's gaze fell on the document bearing the clear national emblem and the words "Great Xia National Security Bureau." He was visibly stunned for a moment, and a complex and elusive emotion flashed across his eyes. But the emotion disappeared so quickly that it was almost an illusion.
Immediately, he gave an even more exaggerated, slightly embarrassed, and "exposed" smirk.
"oops!
How come this is still here? I thought it was lost! (End of Chapter)