Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

When you're out in the world, you're bound to get hurt.

What goes around comes around.

He Qiang had been to the police station several times before, but he always got out easily by sheer luck.

But this time, he won't be able to get out anytime soon.

He was detained at the police station for three days before being transferred to Jiangcheng Detention Center.

A young woman getting into a bridal sedan chair—it's the first time.

He had never been to such a place before, and he felt both nervous and curious.

He was taken in by two elderly prison guards in their forties.

After they signed the documents, they took He Qiang into their office and, as usual, asked him a few questions.

Upon learning that he was a murderer, the two exchanged a glance, their expressions turning grave.

Clearly, they felt that He Qiang might be a troublesome person who was difficult to manage.

However, He Qiang's next words filled the two men's eyes with pity.

"Officers, do you know what? I'm not actually from this world. I'm a transmigrator. I'm the male protagonist, and the person I killed was named Lu Chen. He wanted to steal my place as the male protagonist and tried to kill me. I had no choice but to fight back, so I killed him..."

He Qiang looked at the two of them and very frankly revealed his identity as a time traveler.

"It seems that what this information says is true."

A policeman flipped through He Qiang's file and showed a passage to his colleague.

He Qiang didn't need to look to know what it said—it must mean that his brain had suffered a huge shock and he had become somewhat mentally unstable.

He genuinely wanted to laugh, and everything he said was true, but no one believed a single word he said.

However, if you put yourself in someone else's shoes, if one day your classmate suddenly told you that he was a time traveler from the world of cultivation and the protagonist of the whole book, you would probably look at him with the eyes of someone who is mentally challenged.

This is the situation He Qiang is facing—

What time travel? What male and female protagonists? Who would believe that?

"Then send him to the third prison ward."

After reviewing He Qiang's information, the two policemen arranged a place for him.

Listening to their conversation, He Qiang asked curiously, "Officers, which prison ward is this person going to? Is there anything else going on?"

"The fourth ward houses serious offenders. You're mentally unstable; if you go there, we're worried you'll get beaten to death."

A policeman looked at He Qiang and kindly explained it to him.

He Qiang glanced at his name tag and found that his name was "Li Junlai." He could tell from the name that he was a good person.

He quickly emphasized to them, "Officers, I'm really not crazy, I'm telling the truth. Besides, I don't need your sympathy. Just lock me up in cell block number four according to the rules. You don't know, do you? I'm the main character, I'm here to grind monsters and gain experience. If you isolate all the elite monsters, how am I supposed to level up?"

"It seems he's really gone mad."

Li Junlai sighed softly, exchanged a glance with another policeman, and both couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yes, I heard he was a rich young master, but he ended up like this."

The other policeman, Zhang Cheng, was also quite amiable, unlike the fierce and menacing traditional prison guards.

He Qiang was now genuinely getting anxious.

His system allows him to quickly gain free attribute points through defensive counterattacks. If we don't lock him up in the heavy prison area and prevent him from contacting those vicious criminals, how can he farm attribute points?

When the inmates in the regular prison ward heard that he was a murderer, they wouldn't dare to mess with him.

"Officers, officers, I beg you, please don't pity me, just let me go to the fourth prison ward. I really just came here to gain experience."

"Detention centers are terrifying places for others, but for me, they are paradise, a great opportunity! You cannot deprive me of my rights or suppress my growth!"

Seeing that he was about to be "treated well," He Qiang desperately tried to explain to the two that he was indeed the protagonist, a time traveler, and that he really needed this opportunity to grow.

But no matter what he said, the two of them just thought he was crazy, and they were even more afraid to put him in the fourth prison ward.

After the two finished questioning him, they called over several young police officers and forcibly escorted He Qiang to the third prison ward to report for duty.

He Qiang, in a fit of despair, launched into a tirade of insults at the two men, but to no avail. He failed to change their minds or even provoke their anger. They simply felt that He Qiang was beyond redemption and utterly pathetic.

With no other option, He Qiang reluctantly went through the procedures and entered the third prison ward.

His personal belongings, including his coat, pants, and shoes, were all collected by the young policeman, who said they would be returned to him when he left.

He Qiang changed into a uniform, orange one, with his unique number "14250" printed on the front and back.

His hair had also been shaved off, leaving it bald and shiny.

After that, he received a plastic basin, towels, soap, and other daily necessities.

After everything was tidied up, a young policeman led He Qiang into a cell.

There are four beds inside, bunk beds, and seven people are already sleeping there, with only the lower bunk near the door empty.

The young policeman pointed to the empty bed, indicating that he should sleep there. After briefly introducing him to the people inside, he removed his handcuffs, locked the door, and left.

He Qiang watched the young policeman leave and began making the bed.

During this process, the other seven people sat quietly on the bed, scrutinizing him with their expressions.

He also secretly sized them up and found that the three people living in the lower bunk were all quite old, probably in their forties or fifties. They had obvious scars on their faces and tattoos on their arms, and they looked rather fierce, not like good people.

The four on the upper bunk were alright; they were relatively young, but their eyes were gloomy, and they weren't easy to mess with.

"New guy, what did you do wrong?"

After observing for a while, the group found that He Qiangsi was gentle and didn't seem harmful, so they relaxed and started talking to him.

The first to speak was the middle-aged man from the next shop, who had a pointed face and a cunning look in his eyes.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the remaining people all looked at He Qiang, wanting to see what he had done in order to assess the extent of his harm.

He Qiang thought for a moment but did not reveal his true guilt.

Because he had heard in his previous life that there were two kinds of people who suffered the most in prison: rapists and thieves.

Rape offenders are looked down upon, thieves are hated, and both deserve to be beaten.

He was trying to create conflict so that people would attack him, so he told them, "I am a rapist."

As expected, the expressions of the group changed immediately upon hearing his words.

"Damn it, he's a rapist. Guys, stop sitting around and get to work! Let's teach this kid a lesson!"

The group all got out of bed and surrounded He Qiang.

"What do you want?!"

He Qiang looked at the group of people, then shrank back with a look of "terror," his back pressed against the cell door.

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged burly man who was leading the group clenched his fists, sneered at He Qiang, and said with a sneer, "You beast who was born of a father but not raised by one, you actually dared to commit rape. We'll teach you a lesson, what else can we do?"

"I'm warning you, don't come any closer, I'm not someone to mess with!"

He Qiang raised his fist in a show of bravado, trying to appear strong, but in reality, his arm was trembling uncontrollably, clearly indicating that he was extremely frightened.

"Heh heh, you son of a bitch, I'll see just how tough you are!"

The middle-aged burly man sneered, took a step forward, and punched He Qiang in the face.