Dream Reading

On the day I was released from prison, my daughter was dragged into a small forest by classmates and insulted, leaving her permanently disabled.

I went to the police, but they didn't dare to intervene.

I went to the court, but the court threw me out.

The classmate who insulted my daughter boasted that the court was owned by his family, and that his family dictated the law.

I calmly withdrew my lawsuit.

Since the law couldn't deliver justice, I decided to solve it my own way.

No one knows, when my daughter was 8 years old, she was bitten by a mad dog, and I tore the mad dog apart with my hands.

When she was 10, she was harassed by a neighbor, and I beat the neighbor until he was permanently disabled, forced to use a wheelchair for life.

At 15, she was bullied by thugs, and I stabbed the gang leader to death and wiped out his gang.

I spent ten whole years in a maximum-security prison.

Today is my first day after being released from prison.



Father Goes Berserk After Daughter is Insulted by School Bully After Release from Prison

Upon hearing this tragic news, my mind went blank, and I could barely stand.


Staggering outside the hospital room, I looked through the glass at my daughter being resuscitated, my heart feeling like it was being torn apart.


My daughter lost her mother at birth and has relied on me since childhood.


Ten years ago, my daughter was humiliated by a gang leader. To protect her, I stabbed the gang leader who bullied my daughter and killed three other accomplices.


After dealing with the culprits, I voluntarily surrendered and was sentenced to ten years in prison.


I was supposed to be released in half a year, but due to my good behavior, my sentence was reduced by half a year.


I didn't want my daughter to know my secret as a murderer, so all these years, I've been writing letters to deceive her, pretending to be working outside.


During the ten years in prison, I longed day and night for the day of our father-daughter reunion!


But now that we've just reunited, does heaven really cruelly intend for me to bury my own child?


After suffering outside the emergency room for two hours, my daughter was finally rescued.


I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and my numb legs gradually regained feeling.


But in the next instant, the doctor's words made my just-relieved heart rise to my throat again.


"The patient is showing severe depression tendencies, and we can't rule out the possibility of a next suicide attempt."


My mind kept flashing back to my daughter's once lively and tender face.


This beautiful and kind girl was driven to desperate suicide by Li Fei!


With great restraint over my inner rage, I went to the police station, but the answer the police gave me made me feel as if I had fallen into an icy abyss.


The policeman took the report, gave it a casual glance, and looked a bit awkward: "Li Fei is a habitual offender, relying on family ties in the court, he has bullied many female classmates, and the victims can only suffer in silence. His uncle is even a leader in our department, making it difficult for us to intervene."


I was stunned, looking at the policeman's helpless face as if I could see the harsh reality.


Li Fei's background was too powerful, powerful enough to intimidate even the police.


I stood up and walked out of the reception room.


The sunlight outside stung my eyes painfully, but I only felt engulfed in darkness.


I hesitated for a moment and instinctively glanced at the screen, which showed a video of my daughter being bullied.


She was curled up in a corner, covered with bruises, her hair in disarray, her eyes filled with fear and despair.


My daughter's lips were bitten white, with traces of blood at the corners.


I clutched the phone tightly, my nails digging deep into my palm, blood dripping one by one. I felt a dizzying swirl, almost overwhelmed by this despair.


Then, Li Fei's mocking voice message came through. "Didn't you go to the police to arrest me? This is the evidence you want; if it's not enough, I still have more!"


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