Ye Ling took a deep breath, watching Wolf Brother’s smug expression, and felt a surge of disgust.
"Forget it, forget it, I’m truly fed up with all you spineless losers."
Ye Ling said helplessly. He knew this group of people was afraid to claim back the money extorted by Wolf Brother for fear of subsequent retaliation.
But for a person, especially a man, to always be scared of wolves ahead and tigers behind, is that really okay?
Ye Ling, feeling drained, turned to go back to his bunk when, the moment he turned around, Wolf Brother, who had been sporting a pleading and ingratiating smile, suddenly sneered coldly.
"Bastard! Go to hell!"
Boom, Wolf Brother threw a vicious punch toward the back of Ye Ling’s head, his eyes filled with a ferocious desire to kill. Ye Ling had made him lose face, and for that, he could not be forgiven.
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The punch was fast, reaching the back of Ye Ling’s head in the blink of an eye. The guys in the corner covered their eyes quickly, feeling sad for Ye Ling and relieved for their own choices just moments before.
But just then, a hand appeared in front of Wolf Brother’s punch, seized it fiercely, and with a twist, Wolf Brother let out an excruciating scream.
With a crisp snap of breaking bone, Wolf Brother fell to the floor, clutching his arm and wailing loudly.
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Ye Ling looked indifferently at Wolf Brother, "I gave you a chance, and you didn’t cherish it."
After speaking, Ye Ling lifted his foot and stamped down hard on Wolf Brother’s thigh; a few crisp breaking sounds made everyone’s heart tense, drawing a sharp intake of breath.
It was deformed, Wolf Brother’s lower leg was misshapen, horrific to behold, yet Ye Ling appeared as if nothing had happened, without a flicker of emotion in his eyes.
"Quick! Call the guard! Hurry, my leg!"
"You bastard! I won’t let you off, if I spare you, then I’m nothing but a spineless turtle!"
Even now, Wolf Brother was still making ferocious threats at Ye Ling; sadly for him, Ye Ling showed not the slightest sign of fear. After all, was an ordinary thug worth making a fuss over?
"Tsk tsk, I really admire your bravery, truly!"
As he spoke, Ye Ling’s foot raised again, but just then, the door suddenly opened and the guard outside, seeing the scene, was immediately wide-eyed.
"Stop! Don’t step down, stop right now!"
The guard shouted and rushed toward Ye Ling, but it was too late. Ye Ling’s foot crashed down, and Wolf Brother’s other leg broke with a snap.
With a crunch, Wolf Brother fainted this time, unable to even call out. The pain was too much to bear, and fainting seemed like the best outcome to spare him the agony.
"You! Didn’t you hear what I said?"
The guard came up to Ye Ling, took out the rubber baton from his belt and was about to strike Ye Ling when suddenly Ye Ling turned around, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixing the guard with a deadly stare.
Hissss, the guard gasped for breath, feeling as if he had been targeted by a wild beast, his whole body shivering with fear, his scalp tingling.
"You piece of trash! Get into the solitary confinement cell!"
Saying this, the guard pulled Ye Ling out and also called for an ambulance. He dragged Ye Ling to a small, enclosed room, opened the door, and shoved Ye Ling inside.
The solitary cell, also known as a seclusion cell, was a room dim and devoid of light, with no window on the door, and with hardly enough air inside.
What’s more important is that it’s so quiet inside that after a while, the people inside become unable to bear the silence and go crazy.
Ye Ling was shoved in, and with a loud clang, the door was securely shut. Ye Ling gave a cold smile, shook his head, and looked around at the dim surroundings.
If he wanted to get out, there was no place in the world that could stop him, but there was no need. He might as well treat it as a life experience.
He lay down, utterly bored, and fell straight to sleep—probably no one would expect that Ye Ling would fall asleep immediately upon entering solitary confinement.
The next morning, just after the change of guards at the detention center, a brand-new black Land Rover stopped at the entrance. The door opened—it was Brother Wolf.
At this point, both of Brother Wolf’s legs were in casts, and one of his arms was also in a cast, slung up with bandages. His whole body was thus impaired, except for one hand.
His eyes were fierce as he looked into the detention center, and a few of his underlings got out of the car, heading inside.
He was here to pull some strings to get a few of his underlings out. The trouble that landed them in the detention center was stirred up by him, and the word from above was that he couldn’t be released early.
But then, Ye Ling had practically crippled him yesterday, which ironically led to his early discharge. After getting out, he had used his connections to have the six guys released.
As for Ye Ling, Brother Wolf was seething with vengeance; he would definitely not let that guy off the hook—no way, absolutely no way!
Meanwhile, inside the detention center, Ye Ling was still asleep when suddenly a ray of sunlight shone in, hitting his eyes. Ye Ling rubbed his eyes sleepily and opened them.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, I’m truly sorry, so very sorry. We want to apologize for what happened yesterday," said the man.
The speaker was the chief of the traffic police department. Today, before even seven o’clock, he had received a call from someone higher up, asking if they had detained someone named Ye Ling the day before.
Not half an hour later, Donghai City’s influential Mo Xing came looking for him, directly revealing Ye Ling’s identity, and scaring the chief so much he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.
Ye Ling, after all, was currently a prominent young figure in Donghai City with formidable power. How could his own men be so blind as to detain him!
"And you are?" Ye Ling stood up, his hands eagerly grasped by the enthusiastic chief.
The chief hurriedly smiled and said, "I am the chief of the traffic police department. Yesterday’s punishment of Mr. Ye was a huge mistake, and we hope Mr. Ye won’t take it to heart."
Ye Ling nodded immediately, "Oh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing. When you make a mistake, you should be punished by the law, right? So, can I leave now?"
"Yes, yes, of course you can leave. Mr. Mo is waiting for you outside."
The chief hurriedly said, and just then, a middle-aged man came running from not far away, still buttoning his shirt front. This person was the head of the detention center, who had also rushed over after hearing about the situation with Ye Ling, fearing there might be trouble.
Ye Ling nodded, "Alright then, I’ll leave. There aren’t any other issues, right?"
The hastily arriving head of the detention center immediately waved his hands, "Mr. Ye, you jest, how could there be any issues, I’m very sorry indeed."
So, accompanied by the smiling chief and the head of the center, profusely apologizing, Ye Ling walked out feeling a touch embarrassed and scratching his head. This was peculiar.
It was clear that he had been drinking and driving, and yet it seemed as though it was made out to be that he had caused some trouble; what an injustice.
Inside the head’s office, Mo Xing was lounging with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, when the door creaked open and Ye Ling walked in with an awkward smile.
Mo Xing jumped up and gave a thumbs up, "Bro, I’m amazed, honestly!"