Encounter at the Police Station

The appearance of dozens of people, looking very professional as they escorted someone into the hospital, drew the attention of many.

However, they were in a rush and didn't pay much heed to the curious looks. The more peculiar Azeroth's identity seemed, the more they needed to be cautious.

Seeing the group arrive, a hospital staff member immediately came over and said:

"Please queue up and wait, everyone."

"It's just a routine general check-up, nothing too difficult. This is an urgent matter, so we ask for your cooperation."

Azeroth found it amusing as he saw how seriously everyone was talking and thought to himself:

"Ha ha, these people probably think I'm some sort of special figure. It's clearly just a routine check-up, yet they're acting like I'm an important person on the verge of a life-threatening situation."

Of course, that was just his perspective. The dozens of people accompanying him had a completely different view. 

The more complicated his identity became, the more urgent the matter. It wouldn't be long before he might be handed over to central authorities.

Upon seeing the identities of the people who arrived with him, the hospital staff immediately adopted a cooperative attitude. They quickly arranged for Azeroth to undergo a general check-up.

Prioritizing him didn't cause any major issues. After all, it didn't interfere with patients who were in critical condition.

After a while, the doctor said:

"All results are normal, good health, no illnesses."

Naturally, the police and the experts understood one thing after hearing that – Azeroth was indeed human.

"Thank you, doctor. We won't trouble you any further."

With that, they quickly escorted the entire group back to the police station. They hastily arranged for Azeroth to stay in a temporary holding cell.

"Can you stay here for now? After all, you don't have a home or any money."

"It's no problem. A cell is still a shelter, keeping out the sun and rain. I could stay here forever if needed."

Surprised by his easygoing attitude, the officer nodded and said:

"Alright, no need to lock the door. After all, you're not a criminal. Any specific food preferences?"

"As long as it doesn't kill me, it's up to you what to provide."

The police officer was momentarily taken aback by his response. But after a short pause, he said:

"I stay here pretty often too, so let me go get something for you."

"Thank you very much. If I have money later, I'll repay you. If not, well, I won't."

"Haha, don't worry about a little money like this. It's not like we're living in a time where food is outrageously expensive, or where people are dying of hunger."

Afterward, the officer left him alone in the room without any precautions.

Of course, that was a joke - the room had cameras in all four corners, and every move Azeroth made was being recorded.

Outside, a group of people was discussing what to do next while also reporting to their superiors. After listening to their report, their superior said:

"Based on what you've told me and the footage, this is indeed strange. But since he's being so cooperative, there's no need to make things difficult for him. If he has nowhere to go, let him stay in the temporary holding cell for now. Once the investigation is complete, help him find a job or something. After all, we can't let him become a burden to society. Everyone, return to your duties."

"Understood." they all replied.

The group then dispersed, with the police officers continuing their daily work, while Azeroth sat idly in the holding cell. 

Bored with nothing to do, he eventually rolled over and fell asleep. After all, the conditions weren't bad enough to complain about.

Seeing this, one of the officers couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Is he really treating this place like his home? What a strange person."

At that moment, another young man was brought into the holding cell, and Azeroth, stirred by the commotion, opened his eyes. 

He looked over to see that the cell next to him now held a youth with a bruised and battered face. Judging by his appearance, if he hadn't been beaten, he would have been much more handsome than Azeroth.

The youth's clothes looked expensive, suggesting he came from a well-off family. 

Though Azeroth wasn't familiar with the brands in this world, he could tell from the quality of the fabric that the boy's outfit was high-end.

Seeing the serious expression on the youth's face, Azeroth felt a bit bored, so he turned to start a conversation.

"Hey, why did you get arrested?"

But his only response was silence. The young man didn't even bother to glance at him.

Seeing that, Azeroth began to think about how to make the boy talk. After a few seconds, he said:

"Well, well, looks like we've got a coward here. Can't even own up to what he's done."

That got the youth's attention. He turned his head to look at Azeroth, and despite his bruised face, the intensity in his eyes was striking.

"I beat someone up."

As the boy once again ignored him after the brief response, Azeroth thought to himself:

"What's this? A prideful youth? Getting him to talk shouldn't be too hard."

"Haha, you're just a big talker, aren't you? Have you even looked in a mirror to see what a mess your face is? People who see you would be surprised they didn't think you got mugged. Obviously weak, but still trying to show off."

The youth was annoyed now, the anger on his face even more apparent than before. He snorted:

"Hmph, what do you know? I fought an entire group. They're probably at home crying to their moms right now."

Azeroth, though not overly experienced in social interactions, could tell the boy wasn't lying. 

One glance at his fists, bruised and a bit bloody, showed that he had indeed been in a rough fight.

"Alright, I believe you. I know you're not lying. Seems like you've got some strength after all."

The youth was a bit surprised that Azeroth believed him so quickly but still arrogantly turned his head away.

"Hmph, you realize how tough I am now, huh? Want me to beat you up too?"

It wasn't that he really intended to hit anyone, but Azeroth's teasing way of speaking made him a little uncomfortable.

The whole situation was amusing - his attempt at intimidation was far from effective. If it were an ordinary person, they might have been frightened by the youth's aggressive energy, but Azeroth only found it funny.

"Haha, you're still talking big even after getting thrown in here. But tell me, why did you beat someone up?"

"What's it to you?"

The youth's response wasn't unreasonable. They were strangers, and it wasn't like he had any obligation to answer.

"True, it's not my business, but I'm bored. Can't we just chat for a bit?"

Seeing Azeroth's carefree and indifferent attitude, the youth found him a bit more interesting.

"Fine, if you really want to know, I'll tell you."

"Yes, hurry up! I can't wait to hear about your heroic story of one guy taking on a whole group!"

Being praised so suddenly caught the youth off guard, and for a moment, he felt a bit embarrassed.