Wealth and beauty beyond measure

  In the crowded and noisy Xiao Fei Yang, Zhang Yang, who was drunk and dizzy, opened his big mouth and boasted: "You guys didn't see that chick just now? Damn, she's really beautiful! That face, and that big butt... my mom said that with a body like that, she must be able to give birth to a boy!"

  The people at the same table one by one smiled and showed a ambiguous expression that only men understand.

  Zhang Yang, who was still feeling pleased with himself, continued to boast for a while. Feeling a bit parched, he picked up his beer glass and took a few sips to soothe his throat. Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

  He tilted his head and looked over, saying in a bad mood: "Who is it? Can't you see I'm drinking?"

  Then Zhang Yang saw an extremely soul-stirring beer bottle coming crashing down on his head. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Yang was drunk, he would have easily dodged it and could have even countered with a thunderbolt punch.

  Unfortunately, it was when he was sober, so Zhang Yang could only be hit on the head with a wine bottle in confusion.

  With just a loud "bang", the bustling restaurant hall immediately became extremely quiet.

  Blood and beer flowed down Zhang Yang's face.

  Zhang Yang wiped the wine and water from his face with a stretch of his hand, looked at the fresh blood on his palm, and revealed an ugly smile. Then he pounced on the person who attacked him.

  At this point, no reason or excuse is important anymore. If someone lays a hand on me, I will fight back.

  This is an idea that Zhang Yang has been indoctrinated with since he was a child.

  The hotel then became chaotic, with a group of people fighting each other.

  Zhang Yang drank too much and didn't have a strong impression, he only vaguely remembered that he had used all his strength to grab the person who hit him first, slammed him to the ground, and then punched him hard in the face. The people behind who were hitting him were completely ignored by him.

  Zhang Yang had an experience, whenever he was fighting, he would follow a principle: even if you can't beat him, you have to bite him until his face is covered in blood! It doesn't matter if there are many people, I just grab one and fight to the death. If I win this one, then I won't be at a loss.

  Zhang Yang's last impression before he passed out was another bottle hitting his head, after which he completely fainted.

  When Zhang Yang woke up, he felt a severe headache, but couldn't tell exactly where it hurt. He reached out to touch his messy hair wrapped in bandages. It didn't hurt until he touched it, and then Zhang Yang let out a cry of pain.

  "What the hell, who gave this son of a bitch the right to scold me?" Zhang Yang cursed.

  "Shut up! Keep your voice down!" a shout came from outside the room.

  It wasn't until then that Zhang Yang realized he wasn't lying in a hospital bed as he had thought, but was instead standing in a completely unfamiliar place.

  He stood up and looked around in all directions.

  A closed room, only a dozen or so square meters in size, had several beds lined up against the wall, with a few people scattered about on them. The front of the room didn't have a wall, but was instead surrounded by iron railings. The person who had just told him to keep his voice down was standing outside the railings, wearing a police uniform.

  Zhang Yang was lying on the outermost bed, suddenly facing a strange environment, and there were police officers, which made Zhang Yang have bad associations.

  "What is this place?" Zhang Yang asked tensely.

  My goodness! Didn't I just get hit by a wine bottle and then crossed over? Shouldn't I be in the hospital with injuries?

  This doesn't seem like a hospital! Next to Zhang Yang's bed was a middle-aged man over 40, who shook his head when he saw Zhang Yang's silly appearance and walked over to sit on Liu Jian's bed.

  "Hey kid, keep your voice down, or Old Man Zhang will scold you again!" the middle-aged man comforted.

  Zhang Yang faced this situation for the first time, what he feared most was that others would suspect him of crossing over. Others who crossed over either went back in time to show off their power or went to a different realm to become an idol, but where was he? Why did he still have to attend school?

  "Great Uncle, where is this place?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice.

  The middle-aged man was very satisfied with this loud voice. Nowadays, not many young people understand the importance of respecting the elderly and loving the young. He said, "Young man, is this a detention center? You just woke up and may not remember clearly, you should have been detained for fighting."

  Zhang Yang exerted himself to recall, and the scene in his memory floated up again in his mind. However, he only remembered that two wine bottles had hit him while he was drunk.

  After listening to Zhang Yang's account, the middle-aged man smiled and said: "Don't worry, kid! You must have been caught because of a fight or something. According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations, it's just a matter of detention for 10 to 15 days!"

  "Detained?" Zhang Yang stood up disbelievingly. What a joke! He was the one who got beaten, yet he's being detained?

  The policeman outside glared at him and shouted: "What are you doing? Sit down, sit down for me!"

  A middle-aged man pulled Zhang Yang and said, "Speak softly, when under someone's roof, one must lower his head. Why provoke them?"

  "I was beaten, why should I be detained?" Zhang Yang said, unable to contain his anger.

  The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm not sure about that! Maybe the person who hit you was also detained, and you weren't in the same place. It's also possible that they reported to the police first and framed you. You said yourself that you were drunk and didn't know what was going on, so there's no way to argue back. Besides!"

  The middle-aged man stopped with an unfinished sentence.

  Zhang Yang asked: "Uncle, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

  Zhang Yang now most wants to know is the reason for his detention, he cannot accept the current reality, just a fight, and it was the other party who took the initiative, how could they detain him?

  This is even more unacceptable than time travel.

  "The young man was probably beaten by someone with a background, and the other party framed you. After beating you, they detained you for half a month, think about who you offended?" The middle-aged man's experience is obviously much more than Zhang Yang's, waking him up.

  What have I offended?

  Zhang Yang slowly sat down.

  No, I haven't been in this city for long, working as a delivery guy at a logistics company. I didn't offend anyone. After work, my colleagues and I deliberately found a hot pot restaurant that looked good to have hot pot together. During dinner, I also didn't do anything out of line!

  After thinking for a long time, Zhang Yang gave up, he really couldn't think of who he had offended.

  "Don't let me find out, or I won't forgive you!" Zhang Yang secretly vowed in his heart!

  Seeing Zhang Yang's somewhat helpless expression, the middle-aged man said: "Young man, don't think so much, anyway it's just over ten days, it will pass quickly!"

  Zhang Yang nodded and replied: "Uncle, I know, thank you!"

  In my heart, I was so angry that my teeth itched, and I cursed loudly. Unexpectedly, I got hit with two beer bottles and was even locked up in a detention center! Things won't end like this; when I get out, I'll settle the score and take revenge!

  Thinking about it again, I couldn't help but sigh in relief that this happened while I was away from home. If this had happened at my hometown, and my parents found out, I would have been in for a scolding!

  Thoughts were jumbled and a lot of nonsense came to mind, Zhang Yang comforted himself that as long as he didn't travel through time, everything would be fine. This meant that he still had the opportunity for revenge.

  Zhang Yang is not the kind of person who swallows his losses, he's the kind of guy who if you punch him once, he'll kick you twice. Ending up in this situation out of nowhere, how could he possibly be satisfied with that?

  With a calm mood, his curiosity surged up and asked: "Uncle, how did you get in?"

  Middle-aged man smiled wryly and said: "Driving without a license!"

  Zhang Yang was shocked and exclaimed: "This is also being detained?"

  A middle-aged man sighed and said: "Alas, when I came out in a hurry, I forgot to bring my driver's license. As a result, I was caught by the traffic police on the spot and detained for 15 days!"

  Zhang Yang said with a strange tone: "Uncle, judging from your accent, you're a local, right? This isn't something that requires finding someone to go out with?"

  The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Young man, you think it's too simple. For people with connections, this isn't even a thing, they don't even need to show up, just one phone call will do! But for ordinary folks like me, it's not that easy. Where can I find the right connection? Even if I found one, paying 2-3 thousand yuan in 'fees' is not worth it. I might as well just wait here for half a month, anyway I'll be released when the time comes, and the time isn't even long!"

  Shaking his head in despair, young people always think things are simple. Are relationships and connections prepared for ordinary people like us?

  After finishing speaking, he found that Zhang Yang was staring straight at the wall in front of him. He thought to himself: This kid's brain must have been damaged from being hit too much! It's better for me to keep a distance from him, one less trouble is better than one more trouble!

  At this time, Zhang Yang's spirit was no longer on the middle-aged man chatting with him. He had completely frozen up and stared blankly at the wall, muttering to himself: "Immortal? Monster? Real? Fake?"