On the day I was released from prison after serving my sentence, I learned that my daughter had been dragged into a small grove by her classmates and insulted, resulting in her becoming permanently disabled.
I went to the police, but they didn't dare to intervene.
I went to the court, but the court turned me away.
The classmate who insulted my daughter arrogantly proclaimed that the court belonged to his family, and that the law was dictated by them.
I calmly withdrew my litigation.
Since the law couldn't provide justice, I decided to resolve it in my own way.
No one knew that when my daughter was seven, she was bitten by a rabid dog, and I kicked the rabid dog to death.
At the age of ten, she was harassed by neighbors, and I beat the neighbor so severely that he became permanently disabled and is still in a wheelchair.
At fifteen, she was bullied by delinquents, and I stabbed the gang leader to death and severely injured three accomplices.
I spent a full ten years in a high-security prison.
Today marks the first day of my release.