The temperament of the man in front of them suddenly transformed into another person.

Such a change was enough to astonish them.

In fact, they didn’t realize that Leng Zirui inherently had a dual nature.

The serious and stern Leng Zirui they saw earlier was just one side of him; his other side had some resemblance to Roy.

"We will first send you to prison. The other side doesn’t know you’re dead. As long as they think you’re alive, they’ll definitely try every means to get you out," Qiao handed over a stack of documents, "These are connections of Roy’s network, everything we know. From here on, you’ll have to adapt on your own."

Leng Zirui took the documents, carefully flipped through them, memorizing each face and name, as well as the contents of the profile, and then returned the documents to Qiao. "Let’s go."

"I have to cuff you now!"

Qiao somewhat apologetically took out the handcuffs. He shrugged and extended his hands towards Qiao.

Clink.

The handcuffs clicked onto his wrists.

Qiao opened the door, pulled him outside, and led him into the elevator, then gave him a phone number.

"This is my phone number. I will be fully responsible for this case. All of us will be waiting for your news. If you have any issues, you can reach me at any time with this number. I hope to catch all the criminals in one go, but more importantly, I hope to ensure your safety because losing you would be our greatest loss."

"Thank you." Leng Zirui politely nodded. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The two of them arrived on the sixth floor. Qiao led Leng Zirui out of the elevator where several armed subordinates were already waiting and grabbed his arms.

"Escort him to prison," Qiao ordered in a deep voice.

Immediately a few men came forward to grab Leng Zirui’s arms. Leng Zirui lazily whistled at Qiao.

"I’ll kill you with my own hands!"

"You can serve the rest of your life in prison!" Qiao replied coldly.

To keep this matter confidential, only the higher-ups were informed; naturally, these subordinates were unaware. From this moment, Leng Zirui had already assumed Roy’s identity.

A moment later, he was dragged into a police car and then transported to the Lower Manhattan Prison.

Coincidentally, a group of prisoners had just been transferred from elsewhere to the prison, and Leng Zirui joined them for the intake process.

The staff routinely conducted a full-body search on him, "Hand over everything on your body."

In compliance, Leng Zirui removed his watch, belt, and also pulled out a box of sunscreen from his pocket.

The staff inspected the items and attempted to confiscate the box of sunscreen.

Leng Zirui frowned, "Sunscreen, give it back to me!"

"You won’t need that here," the staff scoffed, "Did you think you were at a beach resort?!"

The surrounding prisoners laughed suggestively.

"Hey little beauty, why don’t you be my girlfriend?"

"Ha..."

...

Leng Zirui’s cold gaze swept over the tall black prisoner who had just teased him, he raised his hand and flipped him the middle finger, spitting on the ground. The man immediately tried to rush at him but was held back by the guards.

Leng Zirui then extended his palm to the staff member.

"Give it back to me!"

The staff gave him a sidelong glance, then motioned to a colleague with a nod.

The other person immediately strode over and raised the baton, prepared to strike him.

Leng Zirui sidestepped the attack, raising his hand to choke the person’s neck.

"I’ll say it again, give it back to me!"