When stopped by the police.

It took those two old scoundrels some effort to get up from the ground.

They shouted that they wanted to fight me.

I sneered, "Dare to hit someone in front of the police?"

They were gnashing their teeth in anger, but back when my daughter was beaten, they said, "It's not like we did anything serious to her."

Why are they so anxious now that it's their turn?

I listened to them accusing me of hitting their daughter.

I glanced at the small white lotus lying on the ground like a dead dog and said, "It's quite pitiful, she must have provoked it, right? Otherwise, why would someone hit her?"

Then I smiled at them.

Their eyes looked murderous.

I innocently said, "Officer, look, they are threatening me."

The police officer's face darkened.

In the corner, the big man who had acted before walked in and said, "I'm the one who hit her."

Those two old scoundrels were stunned.

Then they looked at me and said, "You ordered it!"

I ignored them and sat down.

The big man insisted that he was the one who hit her, and as for the reason:

"She looked like she deserved a beating."

What a good reason.

They were about to take him back to the station.

One of the old scoundrels threatened, "This is serious assault, you'll be sentenced! Who ordered you to do it?"

"Sentenced for what?" The big man scratched his head, then took out a piece of paper from his back pocket, "I have a mental illness!"

I laughed.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The big man chuckled, "Don't you know about mental illness? The kind that kills people!"

Hearing that the big man had a mental illness.

Those two old scoundrels immediately took two steps back.

Before being taken away.

The mentally ill big man coldly left a sentence, "Remember, the kind that kills people!"

After Little White Lotus was taken to the hospital.

Her parents somehow found the address of my house.

Her father, along with a few thugs, loitered around my house for two days, threatening to break my legs and harm my wife and daughter.

The next night.

I went home to pack things for my daughter's hospital stay.

The security guard called me and said, "Those people are here again."