Entering the palace for the first time

  Yang Feng at Jiang'an Branch Bureau is absolutely a personal celebrity, with a height of 1.8 meters and a charming smile that wins the hearts of many women, most importantly, he has a heavyweight father who is the deputy director in charge of personnel affairs at the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department.

  Yang Feng was a poor student when he was young, and was a martial arts athlete in school. Later, through his father's arrangement, he entered the Provincial Public Security College and graduated with an associate degree. After graduation, he was assigned to work as a police officer in this city. Although he is currently only a second-level police officer, his future prospects are boundless.

  Yang Feng loved to play, and his favorite game was "flower cluster". Relying on his police uniform and his illustrious family background, he had harmed countless innocent female college students. There was once a campus belle who thought that getting pregnant with Yang Feng's child would bring her some benefits, but in the end she was still ruthlessly abandoned. She jumped from the teaching building of the school and died, along with the unborn child. This incident caused quite a stir, but ultimately it was suppressed by powerful forces.

  Because of this, Yang Feng changed his ways and started playing the field. He specifically transferred to the Public Security Brigade, specializing in managing entertainment venues within his jurisdiction, eating, drinking, and taking cards, getting free massages, and when necessary, also providing inside information. The cooperation between the two parties was quite pleasant.

  Yang Feng is not a fool, he is very adaptable to this big dye vat, never eats alone, and whenever he gets benefits, he doesn't forget his brothers, so in the division bureau, interpersonal relationships are very good, and all departments give him face.

  Liu Ziguang was led into an office, and the two detectives were just about to sit down when the door suddenly opened and a casually dressed man came in. He whispered something in the detective's ear, and the detective looked embarrassed: "Third Brother, isn't this a bit..."

  "It's all right, Captain Li has nodded in agreement."

  The two detectives finally compromised and removed Liu Ziguang's handcuffs, but just as he was about to stretch his arm, the man in plain clothes grabbed him by the arm, turned him around, and put handcuffs on his back.

  The handcuffs' gears rattled, and Liu Ziguang felt as if two venomous snakes had bitten his wrists, cutting off the blood flow. He pretended to be a man, pointing at the corner of the wall and shouting loudly: "Squat down!"

  Liu Ziguang obediently squatted in the corner of the wall, while the man sat on one side smoking and reading the newspaper and drinking tea, completely ignoring him. Half an hour passed like this, when the door was pushed open and several tall young men walked in, all wearing famous brand sportswear and holding tennis rackets.

  Yang Feng was among them, he used the snow-white cotton towel draped over his neck to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, and looked at Liu Ziguo who was squatting in the corner with a despicable expression, and sneered.

  Liu Ziguang was wearing a grey polyester security guard uniform, his body wrapped in bandages, with a tacky floral suit jacket on top, his hair disheveled, and he was cuffed and squatting in the corner of the wall. He looked like a small-time crook who didn't dare show his face, and compared to these tall, handsome policemen, it was really like heaven and earth.

  "You guys play slowly, I'm going out for a bit." The man in the suit picked up his cigarette case and newspaper and went out the door. Yang Feng followed behind him, laughing and saying "Thanks, Third Brother."

  The door closed, and several young policemen smoked and laughed, without anyone paying attention to the prisoner in the corner. Another moment passed before Yang Feng clapped his hands and said, "Alright, have the riot squad guys had enough rest? Why don't we practice our skills now?"

  Everyone agreed, extinguished the cigarette butts, closed the door tightly, and dragged Liu Ziguang from the corner of the wall. Yang Feng put on a thin pair of boxing gloves, smiled at Liu Ziguang, and without saying anything, threw a fierce hook punch.

  One punch landed right on Liu Ziguang's stomach, causing him to double over, but he immediately stood up again: "Is that all you've got? Didn't eat lunch?"

  Yang Feng was furious: "Brothers, take him down!"

  Two riot police officers, both over 1.85 meters tall, rushed forward, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Liu Ziguang, holding his arms, Yang Feng came up and punched Liu Ziguang's stomach, punch after punch, the sound of "dang dang" could be heard clearly through the door and corridor.

  These two years of drinking and whoring have been a bit excessive, after taking more than twenty punches, Yang Feng was already panting, but Liu Ziguang still seemed like nothing had happened, raised his head and sneered: "You're tired from this? You're really not even as good as a woman! I haven't had enough yet!"

  Yang Feng's anger soared: "Li Zi, come here!"

  The man known as Li Zi was called Li Zhiteng, the tallest and most powerful of the group, 1.9 meters tall, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, he was the nephew of Li Zhengwei, the deputy director of the sub-bureau, and also Yang Feng's sworn brother.

  Li Zhiteng couldn't hold back any longer, and upon hearing Yang Feng's call, he didn't even put on his boxing gloves. He came over and threw a flurry of punches at Liu Ziguo's head and face, landing heavy blows on his forehead, chest, abdomen, and other parts of his body.

  Bang bang bang, dozens of punches were thrown, each one a heavy blow. Even Li Zhiteng, a sturdy man, was somewhat overwhelmed. Beating someone up is hard work and can't be done with any hesitation, or it won't have the desired effect.

  Li Zhiteng panted and put away his fist, spat at the corner of the wall: "Damn! This guy's bones are really hard, my hand is numb with pain!"

  At this time, Liu Ziguang raised his head again, with a thread of blood-red sticky stuff hanging from the corner of his mouth. He spat it out and said disdainfully: "It's getting interesting, but I'm not satisfied yet. You damn well better not go soft on me now, come on!"

  Li Zhiteng was furious and humiliated, the head of the anti-riot squad couldn't bear such insult, he took down a rubber baton from the wall: "I don't believe I can't beat him to death! Just kill him and throw him downstairs, then say it's suicide."

  The rest of the young people all agreed, only Yang Feng expressed opposition: "No way, his case is special, the municipal party committee knows about it, and it's not good to make a big deal out of it."

  At this moment, the door was knocked and Li Zhiteng went to open it. It was that casual man from just now: "Yang Zi, Li Zi, keep your voices down, people in the corridor can hear you, banging away like a drum. Hurry up and settle this, the preliminary hearing is waiting."

  "Third brother, got it, you go ahead with your business, don't forget tonight at Jin Bi Hui Huang, see you then!" Yang Feng said politely, and after sending the so-called third brother away, he said to his comrades in the riot squad: "Let them off easy today, let's go!"

  Two young men put Liu Ziguang down and followed Yang Feng and Li Zhiting with a scolding, until they walked downstairs. Only then did Yang Feng cover his right hand and cry out in a low voice: "Damn it! My hand is swollen!"

  ……

  Two police officers walked in with folders and notebooks, chatting and laughing, without even looking at Liu Ziguang's bloody face. They each found a chair to sit down on. The older one pointed to the chair in the center of the room and sternly shouted: "Sit down!"

  Liu Ziguang turned around and showed his handcuffs: "It's too tight, can you loosen it a bit?"

  The handcuffs were too tight, and had already dug into the skin of Liu Ziguang's wrists. His two hands had slightly changed color, but were still some distance from being completely numb and necrotic. The two policemen were both old public security officers - couldn't they see this?

  "Sit down! Who told you to speak?" Another stern rebuke.

  Liu Ziguang sat down as he was told, taking a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart. This was a public security agency after all, and for the sake of his parents, he absolutely could not cause trouble here. Otherwise, he would have blown up and killed those few brats just now.

  "Name, native place, work unit, home address." The policeman asked while writing down with his head lowered.

  Liu Ziguang answered one by one and filled in his basic information. The police asked: "What did you do this morning? Tell me."

  "I saved several children who were kidnapped and sold. The specific process is on TV and online, you can watch it yourself." Liu Ziguang replied.

  "Now I want you to speak for yourself!" The policeman slammed his pen heavily on the table.

  Liu Ziguang had no choice but to recount the events of that morning, and the police listened while taking notes: "Hmm, stolen bicycle, okay... wait a minute, you just said that you pulled that person out of the car at such a high speed. Didn't you know it would be dangerous?"

  "At that time I was on top of the car and could have been flung off at any moment, it's even more dangerous." Liu Ziguo explained.

  "I'm just asking if you know or not, don't say anything else!"

  "I know!"

  "Later, you also led people in beating up a criminal suspect who had already lost his ability to resist, is that true?"

  "Officer, I'd like to have a cigarette."

  The policeman slammed his pen heavily on the table again: "Be honest!"

  With a clatter, Liu Ziguang threw the handcuffs onto the table and stood up, rubbing his wrists. One of his hands was clutching a small stick made from a crumpled one-yuan bill. Under the stunned gaze of the two policemen, he walked over to the table, picked up the cigarette box, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, grabbed the lighter and lit it.

  He took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the faces of the two policemen: "I've finished answering, now I want to go home and sleep."

  The police officer stood up indignantly: "You're outrageous! Your behavior is already suspected of being illegal!"

  Another policeman calmly pushed the written record to Liu Ziguang and said, "Take a look, sign your name at the back, and press your fingerprint on your name in the record."

  Liu Ziguang pushed the transcript back: "You're forcing me to make a false confession, I won't sign."

  The two policemen were truly furious this time, but after all, they were old public security officers and not some hot-headed young punk like Yang Feng. They deeply understood the ways to deal with a stubborn and hard-to-deal-with person like Liu Ziguang.

  "You can't escape punishment even if you don't sign, you've been criminally detained on suspicion of murder!"

  ……

  At this time, it was already late in the evening. Liu Ziguang was taken away on a police van. The rear seats of Chang'an Star had been modified with iron bars welded to them, making it very suitable for transporting prisoners.

  The little bread flashed the police light, pulled the police whistle, and drove out of the division's courtyard with a wow. On the third floor balcony, Yang Feng rubbed his right hand with bruise wine and asked: "Li Zi, have you called your friends in the detention center?"

  Li Zhiteng was rubbing his right hand with red flower oil, and sneered: "I've already beaten him up, don't you trust Xiaoyong to handle things? It's absolutely enough for that kid to drink a whole pot of it."

  ……

  The Public Security Bureau's detention center was located in the suburbs of Taolin Town. By the time they arrived, it was already nighttime, and everything was pitch black. The high cement walls were topped with electrified wire mesh, and a large black iron gate loomed like the open mouth of a monster. Below it was a small door for personnel to enter and exit. In the watchtower, armed police officers scanned the interior of the wall with sharp eyes, and every now and then, the sound of barking dogs could be heard, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

  The police car stopped, an officer got out and handed over the documents. The small door opened and Liu Ziguang was pushed inside. The receiving officer was a two-one, third-level police supervisor. He looked at the documents, then sized up Liu Ziguang from head to toe, just about to speak when a young policeman came over, whispered something in his ear, and the third-level supervisor said: "Alright, you handle it."

  The little policeman was not tall, but extremely sturdy, walking with his shoulders and head swaying back and forth, looking particularly fierce. He led Liu Ziguang inside, passing through a long corridor to the door of a cell, taking out a key to unlock the iron gate. Under the illumination of thirty-watt light bulbs in the hallway, it could be seen that inside was a row of concrete bunks, where a dense crowd of people lay, but not one person looked this way at the sound of the opening door.

  "Four joys! Take good care of the new prisoner!" The little policeman said, pushing Liu Ziguang into the cell and slamming the iron door shut with a clang.

  The police left, and the prisoners who were originally sleeping on the floor all jumped up, looking at Liu Ziguang like a rare object, with each face ferocious, absolutely not good people.

  A stout man sitting by the door slowly stood up, his space in the cabin was not large, he alone occupied at least three people's positions, apparently he is the boss here.

  "What's your name? Where are you from? What did you do to end up in here?" the boss asked.

  The rest of the prisoners also asked in unison:

  "Does the newcomer have cigarettes on him?"

  "Do you have money?"

  "How are you still standing? F**k your mom! Do you know the rules? Squat down!"

  Liu Ziguang pretended to be very scared and squatted down, pitifully asking: "My name is Liu Ziguang, I'm a security guard, I accidentally injured someone who came in, big brother, where can I sleep?"

  A burly man with a thick beard cursed loudly: "Damn it! First time in, speak up before reporting." Then he turned his head to the crowd of prisoners and smiled: "This guy is a rookie, doesn't understand any rules, brothers can play around casually."

  Before he could finish speaking, Liu Ziguang grabbed his neck and dragged him down from the bed, kicked him in the abdomen with one foot, and directly kicked him out far away, flying into the deepest part of the toilet.

  Then Liu Ziguang made a move that left all the prisoners staring in amazement, pouncing on the iron door and pinching his own throat, shouting hoarsely: "Cadre, save me! Someone is beating me up!"

  The only response was the sound of the iron gate closing with a clang outside.

  Liu Ziguang turned around and looked at a group of people who were staring blankly, with an ill-intentioned smile.

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