Chapter 113: Another Ruckus at the Police Station

“I’ve taken note—this is how you treat someone you invite. Although there are still things I don’t fully understand, I never forget how others treat me.” The lit cigarette butt was forcefully extinguished on the pristine car seat. Chu Dong stood up straight and stepped out of the car.

Luo Feiyu watched without any intention of stopping him.

“What are you doing? Don’t you know damaging public property requires compensation?” Gao Jun grabbed Chu Dong’s collar, trying to pull him close.

With his left hand, Chu Dong slowly pressed down on Gao Jun’s grabbing hand, smiling swiftly. Like lightning, his right hand pinned Gao Jun’s arm and pulled sharply downwards, executing a textbook joint lock.

Gao Jun hadn’t expected the frail-looking Chu Dong to use such a move on him. His arm throbbed in pain; he couldn’t hold on and was forced down to his knees by Chu Dong’s strength.

“Remember this: respecting others is the same as respecting yourself,” Chu Dong said solemnly, leaning close to Gao Jun’s face.

He stood up and delivered a powerful kick to Gao Jun’s chest. Gao Jun was sent flying backward, rolling a good distance before coming to a stop. He tried to get up and retaliate, but his chest felt pinned down by a heavy stone. Gasping for air, he collapsed back down.

At that moment, Luo Feiyu could no longer watch silently and hurried over to check if Gao Jun was alright.

Flushed with both anger and embarrassment, Gao Jun coughed for a long time before calming down enough to weakly point at Chu Dong. “Ass-assaulting a cop…”

“Assault a cop my foot! You started it, didn’t you?” Chu Dong straightened his creased collar and asked Luo Feiyu, “I can just go in directly, right?”

Luo Feiyu, unsure how Chu Dong had transformed like this, nodded numbly.

Seeing her nod, Chu Dong smiled and walked into the Development Zone Police Station.

“This is your own doing; I can’t help you,” Luo Feiyu said as she helped Gao Jun up, then turned to follow Chu Dong.

“Where do we record the statement?” Chu Dong asked casually to Luo Feiyu trailing behind.

“Come to my office,” Luo Feiyu replied. Seeing the lobby was crowded, she led Chu Dong upstairs.

“Still familiar with this place, right?” She opened the office door and tossed the keys on the desk, then sat behind it. “Have a seat. Want some water?”

“No, thanks.” Chu Dong scanned the room and settled on the sofa near the door. “Should I be familiar with this place? I don’t have any memory of it.”

Just as Luo Feiyu opened her mouth to reply, the door was suddenly kicked open and several men stormed in.

“Where’s the guy? Is it him?”

“That’s him. I’ve seen him before. Take him away…”

A group of men forcibly pinned the confused Chu Dong onto the sofa, twisting and dragging him out. Gao Jun entered, clutching his chest.

“You did this again?” Luo Feiyu glared at Gao Jun.

“Why are you so nice to scum like him? Take him in for interrogation, teach him a lesson. And he’s still pretending to be innocent. Hmph!” Gao Jun avoided Luo Feiyu’s eyes and left.

“You’re crazy,” Luo Feiyu snapped, unusually angry. She slammed the pen in her hand against the closing door, shattering it.

Chu Dong was taken to an airtight interrogation room. Someone had slipped a black hood over his head so he couldn’t see anything, and handcuffs were fastened behind his back.

“Chain him to the radiator and see how tough he is,” Gao Jun’s voice came from outside as he entered. “You all leave first. I have some questions to ask him.”

Only Chu Dong and Gao Jun remained inside.

“Kid, don’t you realize how detestable you are? Don’t think having a couple of bad guys backing you lets you walk all over people. This world has rules—you get that?” Gao Jun kicked Chu Dong in the jaw. The blow sent him reeling backward with a muffled groan, his head striking the radiator.

A ringing sound filled Chu Dong’s head, then he felt hot sticky fluid trickle down the back of his neck—he knew he was bleeding.

He collapsed to the floor, his jaw burning with pain.

“Not talking? You think staying silent will save you?” Gao Jun was infuriated by Chu Dong’s silence. The more silent Chu Dong was, the angrier Gao Jun became, delivering blow after blow to his chest and abdomen. “You tried to sabotage me, pretended with me, thought you were tough…”

Luo Feiyu sat, stewing in frustration. Something felt wrong. She got up to leave, but saw two colleagues guarding the door.

“Xiaoyu, don’t go out. Stay here for a while,” a man in his thirties tried to persuade her.

“Brother Liu, what’s this? House arrest?” Luo Feiyu raised an eyebrow.

“No, I wouldn’t do that. Just think about it—this Chu guy really went too far. A little lesson won’t hurt. Gao Jun was just mad, but don’t worry, he won’t go too far. We still have to work together. Who can truly hold a grudge?” Brother Liu ushered Luo Feiyu back into her office. “If you go out and Gao Jun asks me, it’ll be hard to explain.”

“What if something happens? Chu Dong isn’t a suspect. He’s just helping us investigate. Besides, he’s still amnesiac. If anything goes wrong, who’s responsible? Me or you?” Luo Feiyu pointed at Brother Liu’s nose, then at her own.

“Gao Jun’s not a kid. He knows his limits and wouldn’t actually hit him. I think it’s just to scare him. He said he was worried you’d protect Chu Dong, so he asked you to stay.” Brother Liu was unsure but had heard this from Gao Jun.

“Fine, I won’t go out.” Luo Feiyu sat down. “I need some quiet. Brother Liu, you get back to work.”

“Alright, I’ll check on you later.” Brother Liu left.

Still uneasy, Luo Feiyu picked up the phone and called Captain Chen. “Hello, Captain Chen, I need to discuss something with you…”

Chu Dong’s body twitched. No one could withstand such a brutal beating. Even Gao Jun staggered tiredly. Yet he wasn’t done venting. He shouted for the others to come in.

The door opened to a chaotic stampede of footsteps; no one knew how many had entered.

“This guy assaulted a cop. Everyone take it easy.” Gao Jun sat down, speaking clearly.

Chu Dong couldn’t see who they were, but a group of them took turns beating him mercilessly. Their blows hit without aim. His head was struck multiple times. With his hands cuffed behind his back, he could protect nothing.

The handcuffs had already cut into his wrists, leaving deep red marks. His blood-filled palms bruised dark blue. Suddenly, Chu Dong let out a loud shout, startling the attackers into pausing and staring at him strangely.

His left shoulder seemed to collapse inward. A grinding, crunching sound echoed clearly, followed by a crisp snap. The impossible happened: despite the handcuffs locking his hands behind his head, Chu Dong managed to twist his hands around to the front of his chest.

Everyone stepped back several paces, unable to believe a man could dislocate his own bones and undo the decades-old handcuff mechanism right before their eyes.

The astonishment wasn’t over. The two steel handcuffs were stained with his blood and flesh where they touched his wrists. He crossed his hands and twisted the chain in the middle tightly. With a sharp “hey,” the steel cuffs snapped in half.

Only then did Chu Dong slowly lift the black hood from his face. His bloodied face and sticky hair were visible. Using the hood to cover his left shoulder, he sharply extended and then retracted his elbow sideways and backward—with a crack, the bone snapped back into place.

He tossed the hood aside and walked toward the door.

No one, not even Gao Jun, could utter a word, just watching him approach and lock the big door behind him.

Licking blood from his wrist, Chu Dong smiled coldly. The blood at the corner of his mouth sent chills down the spine. The subtle creaking of his neck as he turned sounded like a sentence of judgment passing over everyone in the room.

“I said, there are things I don’t quite understand, but there are some truths I do.” His voice was hoarse and deep, as though coming from a distant place. “For example…”

He grabbed a short-statured colleague of Gao Jun’s, slammed his knee into the man’s ribs, then released him, ignoring his agonized cries as he delivered another kick that rendered him unconscious.

“For example, treating others as they treat you…” His hoarse voice rose again, transforming him into a lion of the plains, a fierce tiger of the forest. In this locked room, he began a savage hunt of retribution.

Blood splattered, bones shattered, ligaments tore.

Chu Dong was not unconscious; he simply didn’t know his own strength or the consequences due to his amnesia. Gao Jun and his colleagues were no fools, seasoned veterans of countless battles. But when facing a guilty suspect, they were masters. Facing Chu Dong, they were lambs awaiting slaughter.

Gao Jun was the last one left—not because he escaped quickly, but because Chu Dong deliberately left him.

“You asked why I’m so arrogant? Today, I’ll tell you.” Chu Dong kicked off a table leg, weighing it in his hand. “Because you’re just trash…”

With a whistle of air, the table leg crashed into Gao Jun from jaw to abdomen, mirroring exactly the sequence Chu Dong was beaten earlier. It was as if he had planned it all along—this was true revenge, down to the last detail, even the interest calculated precisely.

Knocking came at the door, increasing from knocks to pounding, then to the door being torn down.

Chu Dong remained unmoved until he felt he had taken enough. He dropped the blood-stained table leg, staggered to the door, and unlocked the internal latch just before the door was broken down.

[End of excerpt.]

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