Looking at the person lying in the pool of blood on the ground, I calmed down, my heart pounded wildly, I got impulsive again.

It wasn't because I was scared after hitting someone, but because I was still on probation.

Damn, I'm really screwed this time.

Two days ago, I had just been released for intentional injury.

Actually, it wasn't entirely my fault. While eating hotpot, a few thugs at the table behind us insisted on placing their chairs so close.

I asked them to be careful, but not only did they not listen, the bastards even threatened me because they had more people.

I talked back a few times, and one fat guy directly poured beer on my head.

Who did they think I was? Didn't they know to ask around first?

I flipped the hotpot onto that guy, burning him until he howled in pain.

They were dumbfounded, and soon we were all taken away by the police.

I wasn't afraid of paying compensation, but the lawyer told me I would be sentenced for malicious injury, at least three years.

Damn, what kind of world is this where villains can run amok and no one can do anything about it?

The lawyer said the key issue was that an innocent girl was implicated in this case, and her face was ruined by me.

I said that I didn't care, I had money, I could compensate her, but I couldn't waste three years in jail.

I told the lawyer to do whatever it took to get me out.

Then I met a man in the detention center who said he could get me a two-year probation, but there was a condition: I had to live in a strange city and if I behaved well, I could come back earlier.

I agreed, as long as I could be free, what was there to fear about going to a strange place, especially since I wouldn't have to listen to the old man nag every day.

Ever since my big brother got into trouble, he's been nagging like a chant, and I'm sick of it.

But on the first day I arrived here, I found out the old man had canceled my credit cards.

Shit.

Just an ordinary place to live, a broken car, and less than two thousand yuan in my pocket. How was I supposed to get by?

Feeling depressed, I drove and ran into that scumbag, which really pissed me off. Scum like him should just be run over and killed.

But now I'm starting to worry. Is my probation over? Will they take me back in? Will they increase my sentence?

A policeman came over and asked me what happened.

I stammered, saying that person was too uncultured, and in a moment of impulse, oh no, in a moment of inattention, I stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.

The policeman looked at me, and I broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing whether my words would affect my probation.

He retrieved surveillance footage from a machine and replayed it two or three times.

“Confirmed pedestrian moral value below threshold, liability exempted, you can go.”

My eyes widened, I had never seen such law enforcement before, was it really over just like that?

Stupidly watched as two uniformed men quickly cleaned up the road. The policeman asked me, “Why aren't you leaving? Do you have any other issues?”

Only then did I realize I could really leave, and I hurriedly jumped into the car and sped away.

My heart was still pounding.

But, damn it, it felt so damn good.

I got into the car and couldn't help but laugh out loud in joy.

This place is so interesting, this is where people should be.

At night, I met the man from the detention center downstairs at my place. He asked me how I was doing.

I suppressed the excitement in my heart, not daring to tell him about today, only saying everything was great and I really liked this place.

He seemed to have expected this and smiled, “Glad you like Perfect City.”

I was a bit excited inside, Perfect City, so this place is called Perfect City, it's truly perfect.

“Oh right, you can't contact anyone else here, if you have any issues or want to return early, call me, and we can re-evaluate your sentence.”

He handed me a very old-fashioned phone, with only one number stored in the contact list, named Lao Bai.

“Okay, thank you, Lao Bai. I'll tell the old man, and I'll pay you double your reward.”

Lao Bai gave me a meaningful look, nodded, and left.

I put the phone in my pocket, who the hell would want to leave early, I don't want to go back to jail.