The Beastmaster System: God Pet begs me to evolve

Kent couldn't believe it—despite the situation, he still found time to indulge in self-praise.

Half an hour later, the basic facts were clarified. Some police officers stayed behind to clear the scene while others took Kent and the others to the police station, directly escorting them to the detention center.

"Unbelievable. Other transmigrators live the good life, enjoying themselves in the other world, while here I am, struggling to make ends meet, and now I've been locked up... how embarrassing," Kent sighed, feeling sorry for himself.

However, he didn't regret it one bit. In his past life, he had been timid and obedient in the structured environment of compulsory education, never daring to break the rules.

But this time, it was different. His confidence had grown, and he even felt a bit like a gangster—living life with passion and fire. Was this what it meant to be a real man?

He spent the time "reflecting on his mistakes," letting his thoughts wander.

"Meow!"

Garfield stretched lazily and came over to rub against him, seeking attention.

Of course, Garfield had no shame when it came to hunger.

Kent himself was hungry too. He had been in the detention room for five hours, and still no one had come to interrogate him. It felt strange—was this some kind of Earthstar police protocol?

His phone had been confiscated, and the signals were blocked. The communication function of his identity wristband was useless, and there were cameras in every corner. Out of boredom, Kent decided to take a nap.

Bang! Bang!

Loud knocking interrupted his nap.

A small metal grille opened on the door, revealing a cold-faced officer with a sharp nose and eyes that gleamed with cold light. He was in his twenties and spoke in a stern tone: "Kid, what do you think this is? Do you think I brought you here for a nap?"

"What else am I supposed to do? You haven't interrogated me, and you haven't given me food. What's going on here?" Kent replied, his tone disgruntled.

"Too many people, the situation is complicated, and you're not up for interrogation yet. It's only 4 p.m. and not even mealtime. We haven't eaten, and you, a criminal, think you deserve food?" The officer narrowed his eyes.

Kent couldn't stand his attitude. He snapped back, "Hey, don't think just because I'm a student, you can slander me. When did I ever kill or set anything on fire?"

"You haven't killed or set anything on fire yet, but it's only a matter of time," the officer replied coldly. "You're ruthless, aren't you? You wiped out all those beasts—every last one—causing massive losses and creating a huge negative impact. If this goes badly, you could be locked up for years."

Kent scoffed. "Really? You've got the nerve to say that? How much did you take from the Zhao family to twist the facts? I'm a minor, and everything I did was in self-defense. Zhao Xuan started this whole thing, brought in those guys to kill me. You can easily verify this with any eyewitness. Stop threatening me."

"You're bold with that mouth, kid. Fine, keep resisting. You'll learn one day that facts and results don't always line up." The officer sneered and was about to leave.

Kent stopped him. "Wait a minute…" he called, walking toward the metal door. "Now you're begging for mercy, huh? Too late." The officer sneered.

Kent retorted, "You've got it all wrong. I just wanted to know your name."

The officer's eyes flashed with anger. "You want to know my name? It's Zhao Lin."

Kent smirked. "Zhao? So you're one of the Zhao family's lackeys, no wonder you're not doing your job properly."

Zhao Lin was furious and snapped, "Watch your mouth, or one day, I'll rip it apart."

Kent replied calmly, "The mountain doesn't move, but the water flows. We'll see."

...

At 6:30 p.m., most of the police officers had finished their shifts, leaving only a few on duty.

"Out you go. It's time for your interrogation," said a chubby officer, wiping grease off his lips.

Kent grumbled, "But I haven't had dinner yet."

"Dinner? You have the energy to beat people senseless, but you want dinner?" the officer sneered. "We've finished the records of those thugs. Based on the eyewitness accounts, it's clear you were acting in self-defense."

"But," the officer continued, narrowing his eyes, "you have a problem. You kept provoking them, hot-blooded, and if we don't teach you a lesson now, you'll get more arrogant next time."

"So, this is for my own good?" Kent asked.

The officer chuckled. "You've got it. You see, there are too many witnesses for the truth to be changed, and the Zhao family can't alter the facts. They're trying to humiliate you now, make you miserable. It's so disappointing."

The chubby officer turned a deep shade of red as Kent easily saw through their tactics. "Alright, you're not as simple as you look."

In the interrogation room, the officer glanced at the monitors, then lowered his voice. "Kid, don't hold it against us. One of the captains in the Fifth District is very close with the Zhao family. The Zhao family made it clear that we have to cooperate with them. You're just unlucky."

Kent gritted his teeth. This was exactly what he had suspected—this world was still one where the strong prey on the weak, where power and influence mattered more than anything else.

But now that he understood the situation, there was no point in complaining. He just had to accept it and move on.

Still, he wanted to know how this would all end.

"What's going to happen to me and those guys? And what about Zhao Xuan?"

The officer replied, "Now that's a good question. I can answer honestly. Zhao Xuan has nothing to do with this. He was framed. Those thugs acted on their own, motivated by the rivalry between you two, and they came after you."

"So, Zhao Xuan's off the hook?" Kent asked.

"That's right. He sat in the police station for half an hour, had some tea, read the news, then walked out with no consequences."

The officer shook his head and added, "You should try not to dwell on it. Don't let this mess consume you. Otherwise, you'll end up in a dead-end."

Kent scoffed. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm not that impulsive."

"So, what will happen to the rest of them?" he asked again.

The officer replied, "They'll be dealt with as they should. Those thugs broke the law by causing a disturbance, and they'll be fined 5,000 credits and held for five days."

He paused and added, "As for you, for killing so many beasts, you'll be locked up for an equal number of days. However, considering you're a student, we'll give you some leniency—only a fine of 10,000 credits."

Kent stood up, clenching his fists. "Is this what you call fairness? Do you really think I'm some naïve child you can bully?"

The officer tried to calm him down. "Stay calm. The decision has been made. There's no room for appeal. Don't make things harder on yourself."

Kent retorted, "I see what you're doing—acting as a go-between for the Zhao family, while trying to keep me calm. You want to make sure things don't escalate. If this goes any further, you won't be able to cover it up."

"Exactly. That's my job. During the next thirteen days in detention, we'll make sure you have a hard time," the officer admitted openly. "It's part of the plan to teach you a lesson—make you think more carefully before acting in the future."

Kent sighed. "I understand. But this isn't the end of it. I'm still young, and one day, the Zhao family will regret this."

"That's in the future. It doesn't concern me," the officer said, waving his hand. "Now go back. You'll get a bun for dinner."

Back in the cell, Kent saw that his dinner consisted of a moldy bun. He looked at it, clenched his teeth, and split it with Garfield.

"The Zhao family will regret this one day," Kent swore.

This experience taught him a lesson. Next time, he wouldn't let himself fall into his enemy's hands so easily.