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As soon as "Big Brother" finished speaking, several people rolled up their sleeves, and around them, even more individuals were getting ready for action.
Zhang Yang's gaze shifted, his stance as steady as a mountain, as if everyone in the Special Management Cell was preparing to make a move. However, Zhang Yang noticed that on the upper bunk, a person with narrow eyes had placed their hands under their head, lying quietly with their eyes open, still as water.
Seeing this person's face made Zhang Yang's heart stir.
The first group charged forward. However, Zhang Yang didn't give them a chance to make contact.
On this night before the holiday, the Special Management Cell of the detention center echoed with screams. Even in the cell where Zhang Yang had originally stayed, the commotion could be heard; in the neighboring cell, someone even pressed their ear against the wall, seemingly excited as if eavesdropping on a wedding night.
The two officers on duty that night were the ones who had transferred Zhang Yang to another cell. At this moment, both were wearing headphones, staring intently at their computers—one appeared exhilarated while the other was focused. One could guess that one was watching the latest action movie from an island nation while the other was playing a game.
The screams lasted for about half an hour, and on the floor of the Special Management Cell lay a number of people; Big Brother's face had already swollen to that of a pig's head.
"I want to sleep. If anyone disturbs me again, I won't be so polite!" Zhang Yang said before walking over to the bed where he had just been lying down and then lay back down.
Seeing Zhang Yang lie down, everyone suppressed their pain and awkwardly returned to their own beds. The person who had originally been sleeping on the upper bunk simply chose not to go back up and found a corner to sit instead.
"Big Brother!" Just as Big Brother was about to lie down, Zhang Yang suddenly let out a low shout from his bed.
"Hey." Big Brother hurriedly walked over.
"Are you the boss of this cell?"
"What head or no head, anyone who can come in here is a brother."
"What did you do to get in here?"
"Intentional injury. That guy was flirting with my wife, so I pushed him off the third floor. It was only three stories; he just ended up crippled."
"From now on, when new people come in, no bullying allowed. Do you understand?"
"Got it. Master, what did you do before? So many people can't even get close..."
"Master? Why don't you call me Abbot? Don't ask what you shouldn't."
"Alright, alright. As long as my Big Brother is here for a day, you're my elder brother. How should I address you?"
"Aren't you calling me elder brother? What other title do you need?"
"Right, right, elder brother. Then I'll take a rest." After saying this, Big Brother turned around and walked towards his bed. As he turned his back to Zhang Yang, Big Brother winked at two or three of the nearby bunks.
The Special Management Cell fell silent again. When two officers took off their headphones and resumed their patrol, they were surprised by the quietness in the Special Management Cell. "This kid got into the Special Management Cell and is actually quiet now; he won't be killed, will he?" one officer said. The other officer replied, "No way. I think these guys are just tired today. Let's finish our patrol and go take a nap."
Time passed second by second until it was early morning.
At this moment, Big Brother lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and quietly sat up. Nearby, three others also sat up; they were Big Brother's loyal followers. The four of them exchanged glances and, like magic, each pulled out their tools: sharp bamboo chopsticks, sharpened spoons, and old saw blades. Big Brother took out a wooden stick about a foot long and as thick as his arm.
The four of them quietly got out of bed and observed from a distance, concluding that Zhang Yang was likely asleep. They then approached Zhang Yang's bed in two pairs, adjusting their formation as they got closer, spreading out on either side of the bed, while Big Brother stood at the head of Zhang Yang's bed holding a wooden stick.
Executing a "Headlock," this head strike was usually carried out by Big Brother. However, more and more newcomers were intimidated by the reputation of the Special Management Cell and rarely used the "Headlock" anymore. Big Brother felt that his technique might become rusty; nonetheless, this time, it didn't require much skill—he would hit as hard as he could. Big Brother was notorious for his underhanded tactics. As he stepped away from Zhang Yang's bedside, his loyal followers understood that it meant they were to wait until Zhang Yang fell into a deeper sleep before making their move.
"I, Big Brother, cannot be humiliated by some little brat!" Big Brother thought to himself, tightening his grip on the wooden stick, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
"Don't be foolish; you have no chance," suddenly spoke the person lying down with narrow eyes whom Zhang Yang had noticed earlier.
"Maregebi!" Big Brother cursed inwardly: Isn't this ruining my plans? He then swung the wooden stick directly at Zhang Yang's head while the other three armed with different tools attacked Zhang Yang's body.
Two hours later, the wailing sirens of an ambulance and police cars echoed as they rushed into Shanzhou City First Detention Center. Amidst the commotion, four suspects from the Special Management Cell were loaded onto the ambulance, one of whom had a square face that was already swollen beyond recognition. "Big Brother is done for?" someone peered through the gap in the iron door from a nearby cell and caught sight of that face.
The next morning, when Zhang Yang got up, someone handed him a towel and a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed on it. However, just as he wiped his face and hadn’t yet brushed his teeth, he was summoned into the office of Director Xie Changli.
"I told you, Xiao Zhang, you were too rough; can Big Brother still survive?"
"It's fine; he only has two broken arms and several broken ribs—he fainted from the pain. Am I too harsh? Director Xie, if I hadn't been careful, it might not have been an ambulance coming to take them away but rather a hearse to collect their bodies," Zhang Yang replied seriously.
"This report is going to be difficult to write."
"How did you write reports for suspects who were beaten up by them before?"
Xie Changli was taken aback, thinking to himself: Are you implying that I'm going to use poor management of this detention center as an excuse? "Little brother, you in the Heavenly Mechanism Group are so high up that you don't understand the difficulties faced by those at the grassroots level. Even if I ask you for help, you're only staying for ten days—let's not make this a precedent, alright?"
"Alright. Sorry for the trouble. Xie, you can officially put me in solitary confinement and give me a phone with internet access. I need to look up some information and make a few calls outside," Zhang Yang said. Xie Changli hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed.
After coming out of the confinement room, it was time for the outdoor break. Zhang Yang saw Slender Eyes standing alone in a corner of the yard, looking up at the sky. His right thumb rubbed against his other fingers in turn, seemingly out of place among the surrounding suspects, indifferent to what was happening around him.
"Why did you help me yesterday?" Zhang Yang approached Slender Eyes.
"Did I help you? I was helping Big Brother, but unfortunately, he didn't listen to me," Slender Eyes turned to look at Zhang Yang, his gaze sharp as if he could see through others' thoughts.
"Want a smoke?" Zhang Yang pulled out a Soft Zhonghua cigarette.
"I quit, thanks," Slender Eyes replied.
"You seem to be indifferent to everything," Zhang Yang lit the cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"I'm very concerned about you. Who exactly sent you?" Slender Eyes fixed his gaze on Zhang Yang's eyes.
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