Urban God-level Youth-Chapter 513 - 515: The Long Number

Miao Jing saw his reaction and the tone of his speech, feeling indignant inside. Was he implying that I’m being a busybody?

Forget it, Miao Jing didn’t argue with him because if she’d been in a similar situation, she probably wouldn’t be feeling great either.

One moment he was the object of universal adoration, the next he was scorned by everyone. It was like falling from heaven into hell.

Such a huge disparity is something most people simply can’t handle.

Given Qin Hao’s state, she thought he was doing quite well, showing no signs of suicide or madness.

At the entrance of Jianghai First Detention Center.

There stood a large gray iron gate, looking very heavy and sturdy, eliciting a suffocating feeling as one approached it.

All around it were walls seven or eight meters high, built out of green bricks.

Six or seven meters away from these walls, towering trees stood tall with no buildings in the vicinity, giving the detention center an ominous and terrifying vibe.

Qin Hao stepped out of his car at the entrance and looked at the large iron gate, flanked by two policemen.

Miao Jing got out of the car and went to speak with the guards at the gate.

After waiting for about six or seven minutes, a man in his thirties or forties, a bit on the plump side, emerged from a smaller door within the large gate.

He was dressed in a police uniform that could barely contain his belly, looking like it was about to burst open.

Several prison guards followed him: "Mr. Miao, long time no see, I sure have missed you."

The portly man’s eyes glittered with a covetous gleam as he saw Miao Jing and reached out to shake her hand.

Miao Jing extended her hand briefly in return. Wu Kun was the head of the detention center. Despite the seemingly modest title, he was a kingpin here, wielding significant power.

"Mr. Wu, the person has been brought here. The chief must have informed you, right?" Miao Jing said forcefully as she withdrew her hand.

Wu Kun, reluctant to let go, retracted his hand and said with a smile, "Yes, I got the message from the chief."

Miao Jing said, "Well, here he is. Take him in now."

Wang Kun said with a chuckle, "Mr. Miao, won’t you come in for a while? Have a little talk?"

Miao Jing declined, "No need, I’ve got work to do."

After completing a transfer record, Qin Hao was handed over to the officials of the detention center,

Miao Jing sighed at Qin Hao, "Do your best to reform."

After finishing her sentence, she got into the car and left. Wu Kun waited until her car was out of sight to turn around; he looked over Qin Hao, "Oh, if it isn’t Mr. Qin. How have you fallen so low?"

Qin Hao gave him a glance before turning away, his disdain plain to see.

Wu Kun’s expression darkened, "Take him inside."

A group escorted Qin Hao into the prison. After some paperwork, they collected everything he had on him, including his personal clothing, with the provision that they’d be returned upon his departure.

Now dressed in the detention center’s red uniform, with his hair shaved into baldness, Qin Hao was issued a basin, a towel, and toiletry items.

Later, a prison guard gave him about seven or eight squares of toilet paper, saying, "This is your paper for the month."

Qin Hao stared at those few squares of paper, stunned: A month?

"What are you looking at? If you want more, have your family send money so you can buy it yourself; they sell a roll for three hundred in the prison."

From this particular guard, Qin Hao could tell that it wasn’t just him being targeted; it was just the way things were there.

Without a word, he took the paper and then followed the prison guard out.

The detention center was large, with very tight security. He passed through three large iron doors, each one clanging shut loudly as he moved through them.

It was as though shackles were locking onto every inmate who entered this place.

Escaping from here was harder than reaching the heavens, and even if Qin Hao truly wanted to flee, he wasn’t confident at all in his odds.

On the way, Qin Hao saw the sign for the women’s prison area, which has escape-proof iron bars at the entrance, with a blue sign hanging above.

The prison guard opened the door to the men’s prison area, locked it immediately upon entering, and took him upstairs.

Inside the building was dimly lit, yet the white floors and walls reflected light; the sanitation here was surprisingly good.

Qin Hao had never seen such clean, bright floors, not even in five-star hotels; it was as if they were polished to a mirror-like sheen.

Upon reaching the third floor, Qin Hao saw two prisoners in blue uniforms holding rags and mopping the floor.

Four prison guards were standing by, smoking and chatting.

When the four saw Qin Hao with the guard, they quickly smiled and said, "Liu’s brought a new guy."

Liu: "Wang, you’re in charge of the third floor. Is there still an empty spot in cell 3? Put him in cell number three."

The four looked at Qin Hao and their expressions froze for a moment when they saw him clearly.

They looked at Liu, who smiled and said, "Once you’re here, you’re a prisoner and you’ve got to follow the rules. Moreover, for a traitor to his country, keep a close eye on him, Wang. This is someone the higher-ups want, don’t let anything serious happen."

Wang was a veteran here and understood Liu’s implication immediately.

"Keep a close eye on him" meant to give the guy a good ’welcome’.

"Don’t let anything serious happen" meant no breaking arms or legs; anything less was fair game.

Wang looked at Qin Hao and said, "Let’s go, Qin the tycoon."

He led Qin Hao into a corridor with another iron barred gate at its entrance.

At the entrance of cell number 3.

He unlocked the iron gate outside while the inner door was already open; Qin Hao stood at the entrance and looked inside to see two rows of large bunk beds.

There were prisoners wearing red and those in blue, thirteen in total.

The sound of the door opening provoked everyone inside to turn their heads and look over, ultimately resting their gaze on Qin Hao.

Wang opened the door and said to Qin Hao, "Go in."

Then he addressed one of the inmates, "Li Yong, this is the new guy. Take good care of him, no trouble!"

"Got it, Wang," Li Yong quickly replied.

"Clang"

The iron door was locked again, and then only the fading sound of footsteps was heard.

Qin Hao surveyed the room; it was his first time here. The room was high and had two small windows on the other side, with sunlight streaming in through them.

In a corner were the toilet facilities, where they dealt with all their needs, and there was also a track for placing wash basins.

As these people sized up Qin Hao, Li Yong called out, "Kid, stand against the wall and introduce yourself."

Qin Hao glanced at him, then turned and walked to the cupboard, where he placed his wash basin and other items inside.

"F**k you, little bastard, the cell leader is talking to you, didn’t you hear?" A burly middle-aged man next to Li Yong scowled at Qin Hao.

Cell leader? Qin Hao looked toward Li Yong.

In the detention center, where many referred to it as "squatting on numbers," each cell had a leader appointed by the prison guards, known as the cell leader. Aside from the guards, he held the most power, and everyone needed to curry favor with him.

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Typically, cell leaders either had money, connections, or were genuinely tough characters.

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