Chapter 3: There is an awkwardness called "it's hard to get off a donkey"

  I was taken away from the wooden house and led into a larger, darker room. The female soldier who had brought me here untied my ropes and pushed me in front of a woman wearing a prison guard's grey uniform, saying "Handing you over."

  That woman prisoner raised her head, and the first thing I saw was that she had a straight nose and a pair of calm eyes. She replied softly: "Alright, you can go now."

  Those two female soldiers withdrew, and the female prison guard swept me with a glance: "Do you know the rules here?"

  "I don't know..."

  "Uh-huh, well now I'm telling you, there's only one rule here: whatever I say, you have to listen to it, got it?"

  I sighed and said, "Understood." A person under the eaves has no choice but to lower their head. At this moment, I can only take things one step at a time. As someone who has crossed over from another world, I still have some self-awareness. When they untied me earlier, I had thought about making a desperate attempt to resist. I felt that these women, although dressed in military uniforms, were not particularly strong or skilled. If I was on guard, they might not be able to subdue me. However, when I saw the massive wooden door, which required four people to push it open, slowly closing behind them, I gave up. I didn't want to become a fish in a barrel.

  "What's wrong? The guard casually tossed over a set of prisoner clothes: 'Change into these, and hand over any personal items voluntarily.'"

  My heart tightened unconsciously: personal belongings, this is an important tool for many travelers to turn danger into safety and become giants on the mountain, can't just hand it over, isn't that self-destructing the Great Wall?

  The female prisoner urged hastily: "Hurry up, don't force me to take action myself or you'll say I'm bullying you again."

  I was speechless for a moment, and it wasn't until I said this that I clearly realized again that this is a matriarchal society. What's the use of carrying these things on me? The phone doesn't need to be mentioned, its only purpose now is to let me know what time it is in our world. As for the lighter and cigarettes, they might still be useful as divine objects in some other world, but in a matriarchal society... they're just useless trash.

  I let out a long sigh, put everything in the pocket on the table, and put the prison uniform on my head. The female prison guard said: "Change your pants too."

  I had no choice but to turn around, take off my pants and, as I always do before changing, I habitually reached into the back of my underwear and my fingers touched a small lump - it was that cultivation manual Su Jing gave me just before I came here!

  Although I don't know what use it is, I have a premonition that this thing is the only important thing that can help me get out of trouble at present. By chance, I crumpled it into a ball and grasped it in my hand, then changed into those coarse linen pants. The prison uniform didn't have pockets, so I tucked it into my waist.

  "Follow me." The female prison guard gathered my things together and led me out of the house to a group of male prisoners who were taking a walk in the northeast corner, pointing at one of them and saying: "Wu Yin, this new one is handed over to you."

  Among the group of people, a bald-browed and ferocious-looking man immediately stood up and loudly said: "Yes, Liu Si! I'll definitely train him to be obedient!"

  "Stop causing trouble!" The female prison guard, known as Liu Si Lao, hummed a sound and coldly said to me: "From now on, you'll be in the same cell as them. I'll go get your bedding, you can go over there." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without looking back. After she left, the bald-headed man saw me looking around and shouted: "What are you looking at? Squat down!" The dozen or so male prisoners beside him immediately chimed in, saying: "Did you hear that? He's talking to you!"

  I was new and unfamiliar with everything, so I had no choice but to squat on the ground as they said, still looking around in all directions.

  The prison camp was roughly the size of a football field, with over a hundred male prisoners scattered about in each corner. The inner wall was locked by an iron gate, and along the edges of the walls stood one or two female guards dressed in uniforms similar to Liu's, strolling idly about. They didn't carry standard firearms, instead holding short clubs in their hands, occasionally shouting out a warning, but never laying a hand on anyone. Their expressions were relaxed, as if these male prisoners were livestock they were raising.

  I'm extremely disheartened, it seems like escape is impossible. The greatest threat to me isn't the two 20-meter high walls or that wooden door, but rather I'm not even sure if those frail-looking female guards are really as easy to deal with as they seem. With just over a dozen people managing hundreds of prisoners, who knows what special tactics they might have? If we rashly resist, we might end up suffering the consequences.

  From my Dragon Gate Inn, I traveled to the Land of Women in just a few short hours. During this time, I experienced countless bizarre encounters, especially at the end when I was mistaken for a criminal and sent to prison. In the real world, this would be considered a stain on one's life - from then on, it would be impossible to join the military or take the civil service exam.

  The enormous absurdity somehow made me not care too much about my current situation, and instead I had a kind of wry smile. I thought that being sent to prison would at least solve one of the first problems that a time-traveler must face - they definitely provide food here.

  I think that if I really can't think of any other way, I'll just have to wait for Su Jing to come and rescue me. The thought of this makes me extremely depressed and indignant. I never thought that I could be harmed so badly by a woman. In this world, there are only two kinds of people: men and women. The war between us has never stopped, but it's actually happened to me in such a way. Looking back on the experience of these few hours, I am really miserable beyond words: First, I miserably used a can of 5? Mao's 502 to cross over into this man's hell. Originally, I wanted to pretend to be a great swordsman and put on a good show before returning, but instead, I almost got taken advantage of by a woman - thinking back, that beautiful woman was actually just a perverted and eccentric prostitute! Who knows how she took a liking to me at first glance? Afterwards, I was also miserably locked up in prison by more than ten female city officials on the grounds of "prostitution"!

  What a pity!

  This thing is not thought to be good, once it's all sorted out, it's even more depressing. You say I've done what, ah? Coming from afar to be a duck for a while, if I could make some money, that would be okay. Even if I retreated a step and said it was comfortable, that would be fine too... That beautiful woman actually still had some charm, but in the end, I didn't get any money, nor did I enjoy any pleasure. Finally, I was even accused of being a duck, and not just any duck, but an "unlicensed operation" bird flu duck. I almost wanted to hang myself with my unwashed underwear from three years ago...

  Just as I was getting more and more anxious, Wu Yin came up to me and kicked me hard in the shin, with a malicious smile on his face, saying in a sarcastic tone: "I heard you're 'for sale'?"

  I pulled my hair and shouted loudly: "It's not old!"

  "Damn it, you've already come in and still dare to be tough!" Wu Yin said viciously: "I hate you guys who don't know how to show respect the most." As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and with a "ptui" sound, he spat a thick wad of phlegm on the ground. "Lick it!" The dozen or so men behind him immediately became agitated and shouted in unison: "Did you hear that? Big Brother told you to lick it!"

  I was taken aback at first, and then let out a few low growls from my throat. I really wanted to laugh out loud - wasn't this the classic move of old gangsters bullying young ones in the neighborhood? I've heard about such things many times, but it's my first time experiencing it personally - don't forget my identity, I'm not some refined gentleman from a noble family, I've long understood the darkness of society, but it seems like before it was always me being the one doing the bullying, when have we Dragon Family people ever suffered such losses?

  My old man has always forbidden me from interfering with the affairs of our clan, and I vaguely understand his intention: he's afraid that as his only son, I'll end up killing people and starting fires, ultimately leading to a situation where our family can't recover and will be left without descendants. But I also know that even if I really did kill someone or start a fire, the first person to come out and protect me would still be my old man. Now, there's only one thought in my mind: if I really do what Wu Yin said, our family's old man would rather die than let his own son be killed!

  For a moment I was furious, and in a low voice I said: "Say one more word!"

  Wu Ying obviously hadn't noticed my change and continued to speak carelessly: "Cut the crap, hurry up and..."

  Before he could finish, I suddenly kicked out with all my might, putting all my strength into Wu Yin's abdomen. This son of a gun was caught off guard and let out an "ahh" as he retreated at least seven or eight meters back. Although his face contorted in agony, his expression still seemed smug, but his eyes had become utterly bewildered, not from fear or pain, just bewilderment, like seeing a cute little rabbit suddenly bite off half of a wolf's head.

  At this moment, there's nothing more to say. I won't wait for him to fall to the ground, and with a few swift steps, I catch up to him. My right fist draws an arc and lands heavily on his cheek, sending Wu Yin crashing to the ground. I take another step forward, straddling his waist and sitting on his stomach. With my left hand, I grab his hair and pull his head off the ground a few inches. My right fist shoots out in a straight line, striking his nose. Blood spurts out of Wu Yin's nose like a child blowing bubbles with a straw. Next, I use both hands to grab his head and slam it into the ground twice. "Are you going to apologize or not?"

  At this time, Wu Yin finally revealed a fearful expression, but strangely, he didn't resist and instead subconsciously put both hands on his chest as if preparing to be hit. I opened my fist and changed it to a palm, slapping him repeatedly on the face while continuing to interrogate: "Speak up, are you done yet?" I knew that in the next moment, his fellow inmates would quickly pounce on me and knock me down, but an arrow on the string must be shot. Regarding this kind of infighting in the detention center and prison, my dad's subordinates had rich experience. They had taught me since I was young: in such situations, you must first subdue the leader inside, even if you're beaten to death afterwards, you can still gain a temporary peace. Being overly tolerant in these places is impossible to survive. Every time this happened, my dad would appear with a gloomy face and disperse them. Who would have thought that I'd use it today?!

  So I didn't hold back, and with a series of slaps, I slapped Wu Yin's face more than a dozen times. In a loud voice, I said: "You damn well better speak up."

  Actually, I'm already scared to death, I don't even know if I can survive the revenge of those people later, all I can do is try to make myself look as fierce and intimidating as possible...

  However... the counterattack I imagined never came, and Wu Yin's dozen or so cellmates were also stunned at first. This state continued until I slapped him for the 27th time. In the end, I was slapping him with a sense of detachment. When I turned around to look, I saw that those dozen or so people had all covered their mouths with their hands, looking like they had been frightened out of their wits. Seeing me stop my hand, several of the bolder ones slowly walked over, completely changing from their previous ferocious and vicious appearance, speaking in a timid and conciliatory tone: "You... can you please stop hitting him?"

  So I'm depressed again, what the hell is going on, not following the routine!

  I grabbed Wu Yin's collar again and shouted: "Do you admit it or not?"

  Wu Ying dodged and evaded my gaze, her breathing weak as she said: "You... just kill me already."

  At this time, I was even looking forward to those few female guards coming to rescue him. However, when they saw me beating up Wu Ying, they were initially shocked, but then they couldn't help but laugh and watch the good show. Although they were slowly walking towards us, judging from their speed, it's likely that Wu Ying would have been beaten for a whole week before they arrived...

  It wasn't until much later that I recalled this incident and couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. That day, I finally realized that there's a situation even more embarrassing than riding a tiger - it's riding a donkey. You ride it, and it takes you to crash into a wall; you hit it, and it doesn't fight back, but as soon as you lend a hand, it crashes again. It's extremely tricky when you're not mentally prepared to thoroughly beat it to death.

  I sat on Wu Yin's body thinking about life for a while, and was forced to say helplessly: "Alright then, I'll just kill you..."

  Just then, I felt a huge shadow covering me in front. When I looked up, my heart almost jumped out of my throat: I saw a giant standing in front of me, about 2 meters away, with eyes as big as bronze bells and a round waist. Obviously, he was also a fellow prisoner of Wu Yin, wearing a prison uniform, staring straight at me. I asked, "What do you want to do?"

  I took a rough estimate, this giant basically doesn't need to do anything to kill me, just pounce on me and I'll be done for. Originally thought of being beaten half to death, looks like it's the other way around this time.

  But then something I never could have imagined happened: the giant went thud and knelt down in front of me, his hands propped under his chin, muttering in a stifled voice: "Please, stop hitting me."

  I collapsed instantly and understood why the Women's Country had to be dominated by women. The men here have no masculinity or backbone at all, if such men were in charge, the Women's Country would probably perish early!

  I let out a long sigh, got off Wu Yin's body, and by this time my anger had already dissipated. For a moment, I still felt a bit listless, but the task of wrapping things up still needed to be done. I looked around at the group of male prisoners surrounding me, who were all looking at me with a lack of energy, as if they had made a mistake, and asked: "Is there anyone else who doesn't obey?"

  A multitude of men are as silent as cicadas in winter...

  I let out a fart and sat on the ground, thoroughly disappointed with this world. At this moment, I inexplicably missed many people: Wang Ercai, Wang Erdan, Feng Bacui, Shi Zhonghuo... Although these guys aren't anything good, they're still men. Even if only one-balled Wang Erdan came to a place like this, he'd still be considered a tough and pure dude.

  I looked at Manchester United's bloody face, suddenly feeling very guilty, hitting him was like hitting a woman. It seems I committed the crime of being too impulsive. I pulled him up by his collar and muttered: "Sorry about that, shouldn't have provoked my temper."

  Wu Ying originally still had a bit of a tough attitude, but as soon as she heard me say that, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she muttered like a little wife who had been beaten: "You're too cruel, waaahhh..."

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