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

I stared at the phone screen, my daughter's helpless sobs, Li Fei's mocking laughter, these sounds intertwined in my ears like a nightmare.


I never expected that Li Fei would not even take the police seriously.


I only felt like a huge rock was pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.


Back at the hospital, I didn't even have the courage to face the hopeful look in my daughter's eyes.


Seeing my evasive expression, my daughter seemed to understand something, and two lines of hopeless tears slipped out from her closed eyes.


Is there truly no justice in this world?


Initiating legal proceedings to sue for bullying has become my only option.


When I arrived outside the court holding the complaint I had written overnight, I discovered that Li Fei was already waiting there.


Beside him stood several people in uniforms, evidently court staff.


He saw me, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking smile, as if he had long anticipated my arrival yet was certain of my failure.


His tone was flippant, with eyes full of disdain.


"Want to sue me? Do you think a worthless piece of paper can make me let go?"


He snatched the complaint and casually tore it in half, the paper fluttering to the ground.


He stepped on the shredded pieces, his eyes full of contempt.


"The court is a place for us wealthy people to commit crimes, not a place to uphold justice for you poor souls!"


He turned to the judge beside him, flashing a hypocritical smile: "Uncle, this person is mentally ill, you should take care of him and stop him from causing trouble."


The judge merely glanced at me coldly, his eyes showing obvious bias.


The judge is his uncle, and I am merely a heavy criminal who has just been released from prison, no one will support me.


Li Fei walked up to me, high and mighty: "Old man, I advise you to give up early. If you dare to cause trouble again, I guarantee your daughter will fare worse!"


He turned and left, leaving me only the shredded complaint.


I knelt on the ground, looking up at the ceiling of the court.


Above hung the slogan "Fairness and Justice," but I felt as if those four words were mocking me.


A pale and powerless feeling surged in my heart.


I rushed into the bathroom, frantically splashing cold water on my cheeks.


I saw my distorted reflection in the mirror—it was the expression I had when I stabbed the eighteenth knife at the crime boss ten years ago.


A postcard with eight words slipped from my pocket.


This was written by the prison warden when I was released, it said "Reform yourself, start anew" in bold letters.


I expressionlessly tore the postcard into pieces and threw it into the trash can.


Since the law can't grant me justice, I will seek justice in my own way.


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