She wore fitted armor rather than ceremonial robes—sleek, practical, and edged with faint golden accents. Her posture was straight, her steps confident. Though young, her presence carried authority sharpened through discipline.
The insignia on her armor was unmistakable, The Angel Corps.
The guards immediately saluted.
"Captain Julia!"
One of them stepped forward quickly.
"Captain, the situation is like this…"
He explained everything in a hushed but hurried tone—
Yu Xiaogang, having barely finished retching, wiped his mouth with trembling hands and lifted his head.
His eyes met the young woman's face.
Blonde hair, Clear, resolute eyes, a sharp, upright aura.
'So young… and already a captain?'
Before he could speak, Julia listened calmly, her gaze flicking briefly to the token—then to Yu Xiaogang's pitiful, filth-covered state.
A faint smile curved her lips. She raised one hand, pinching her nose delicately.
"Arrest him."
The guards blinked as Julia continued.
"Throw him into jail.Not just anyone can pretend to be an Elder of Spirit Hall."
The guards hesitated only for a heartbeat—then stepped forward, clearly struggling against the overwhelming stench.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wait—!"
He staggered backward, shouting hoarsely.
"I know your Pope—Bibi Dong!If anything happens to me, none of you will escape responsibility!"
The guards halted again.This time, genuine uncertainty flashed through their eyes.
Then Julia spoke once more—her tone calm, unwavering.
"Put him in jail. I will take full responsibility."
That settled it. The guards advanced.
Yu Xiaogang's heart sank violently.
He did not know— That this was not a misunderstanding. But the opening act of a written script—
Yu Xiaogang pointed at her with shaking fingers, his voice cracking with rage and disbelief.
"You—! How dare you do this?!"
As the guards dragged him away, his heels scraping against the stone floor, Julia spoke without even turning her head, her voice filled with cold disdain.
"Wash him before throwing him in."
She paused briefly, glancing at Yu Xiaogang as if he were an object rather than a person.
"Even the criminals inside shouldn't have to endure that stench."
The words struck harder than any slap.
Following her order, the guards roughly scrubbed Yu Xiaogang clean, stripping away the layers of filth and rags. Yet no amount of washing could cleanse the humiliation clinging to him. When he was finally thrown into a cell, his once-proud posture had already collapsed.
Metal bars slammed shut behind him.
Yu Xiaogang staggered forward, gripping the cold railings, shouting hoarsely toward the guards outside.
"You—just you wait! Every one of you will be punished for disrespecting me!!"
Footsteps echoed.
Julia appeared once more outside the cell, arms crossed, her gaze calm and merciless.
"You should worry less about punishment," she said lightly, "and more about surviving your stay."
Her words sent a chill down his spine.
Just then—A large arm reached out from the darkness behind him and settled heavily on his shoulder.
Yu Xiaogang stiffened, only now did he realize— He was not alone.
The cell was dim, its corners swallowed by shadow. A low chuckle sounded from behind.
"This one looks…tender and delicate."
Another voice followed, slow and unpleasant.
Yu Xiaogang turned stiffly.
The man gripping him was bald, powerfully built, a jagged scar running across his forehead. In the gloom opposite sat another bald man, thinner, with a scar slashed near his nose. Deeper in the cell, a second figure leaned against the wall, his frame wiry, his eyes glinting faintly.
Yu Xiaogang swallowed hard.
Trying to maintain some dignity, he forced out:
"Brother… I think you're holding me rather inappropriately."
The scar-forehead man frowned slightly—then smiled in a way that made Yu Xiaogang's blood run cold.
"Relax," he said gently. "With us—the Three Scarred Baldies—no one will trouble you."
The word three echoed in Yu Xiaogang's mind. His gaze drifted inside and he saw another shadow leaning to the wall inside.
The thin shadow there chuckled softly, as droplets of water were still present on Yu Xiaogang due to cleaning.
"They even washed him before sending him in…How considerate."
That was when Yu Xiaogang finally understood. The blood drained from his face.
He spun around, slamming his fists against the iron bars.
"No—! No, release me! I don't belong here—! I demand—!"
Outside the cell, Julia watched for a moment longer. A faint smile touched her lips.
"Enjoy your stay," she said calmly.
"You'll probably be here for a month… maybe two."
And then she walked away.She had no interest in watching what followed.
The grip on Yu Xiaogang's shoulder tightened.
Another presence closed in from the side. A low voice murmured behind him:
"The quality seems… acceptable."
He leaned in and sniffed lightly.
"Not bad And now we don't have to worry…"
A chuckle echoed in the cell.
"We won't be needing to use the old soap-dropping trick in the combined bath for all the prisoners anymore, now that we have you."
Yu Xiaogang's struggles became frantic.
"No—! No—! Please—!"
Yu Xiaogang's protests dissolved into incoherent cries as he was dragged deeper into the darkness of the cell.
The iron door remained closed.
Soon, muffled sounds echoed faintly through the cell.
In the surrounding cells, prisoners exchanged silent, knowing glances—
At an unknown location, a golden haired shadow smiled "I did not know I had talent writing this sort of BL stuff, maybe I could become a BL mangaka."