CHAPTER 2054: CHAPTER 1877: YOU MUST BE A GOOD PERSON

Evening.

"Name."

"Mousse Deneil... Ow!" Dorne’s lips twitched, bruised and swollen.

"Age."

"Forty-six."

"Occupation."

"..."

A short day.

In jail twice.

Dorne wanted to cry, when he said he’d return, he didn’t mean here. God, did you misunderstand something? It’s truly a disaster from the sky while walking on the street, who did I offend?

Afternoon.

Exhausted from wandering around.

He was about to find a place to eat.

Unexpectedly.

He accidentally bumped into a big guy, and inexplicably, the other guy’s wallet dropped to the ground. Without a word, he gave him a slap that made Dorne lose his bearings, his head spinning.

Then.

It was a thorough beating.

While beating.

The man cursed.

"Thief."

"Robber."

"Dare to steal from me."

"Bastard."

"..."

That initial slap completely dazed Dorne, afterward he was thoroughly beaten, while onlookers cheered and clicked photos. Finally, a patrolling officer came and the man stopped.

Then.

The man had a round of ’slander.’

Thus.

He ended up in jail again.

At this moment.

Dorne’s anger was boiling inside him, how many years has it been since anyone beat him like this? It’s simply a humiliation. If this gets posted online, I’ll be ridiculed by my subordinates for a long time.

"Did you steal the wallet?"

"No."

Dorne gritted his teeth.

Damn.

I’m a thief, fine.

But.

I steal high-end stuff, is your lousy wallet worth my effort?

"Then why did his wallet drop to the ground?"

This question.

Made Dorne snap, "How would I know?" God knows what went wrong, he didn’t secure it properly, and blamed me, anyways I didn’t do it, it’s definitely the opposite side who didn’t secure it rightly.

"Oh?"

"Still, it doesn’t clear you of the suspicion."

"Surveillance?"

Dorne asked.

"We checked, but can’t clear your suspicion. However, the victim stated, since no actual economic loss was caused, he can forgive you, you just need to apologize to him."

Upon hearing this.

Dorne felt terrible.

Forgive?

Apologize?

Victim?

Damn.

I am the victim, alright? I was peacefully strolling, suddenly attacked out of nowhere, although the other side first filed a complaint and their reason seemed ’sufficient’, but can’t you see my swollen face?

"Phew!"

Deep breath.

Calm down.

Calm down.

The cost of impulsivity, Dorne experienced it before, once nearly met God, his life-threatening incidents were all caused by impulsive actions.

I endure.

I endure.

"With my net worth, how could I steal something?" Dorne wanted to flaunt his wealth.

Unexpectedly.

The security officer opposite shook his head.

"Sorry."

"Personal wealth and virtue have no absolute connection, many wealthy people feel their life lacks pursuit, not enough stimulus, eventually leading to various irrational behaviors."

"Therefore."

"Even as a billionaire."

"Sorry."

"It can’t serve as effective evidence that you didn’t steal."

After hearing.

Dorne’s face was full of complex expressions.

Indeed.

It seemed somewhat true.

"Alright."

Gritting his teeth, Dorne agreed, "But, can’t my injuries be overlooked? And the mental distress fee, if there’s any future aftermath, I want him responsible for all costs."

"This request is quite fair, however you’d best hire a lawyer, because the opposite side might not agree and might even directly reject reconciliation, which could lead to a long-lasting lawsuit."

"..."

These words.

Was again like a sharp sword.

Pierced into Dorne’s heart.

Heartache.

Depression.

A lawsuit would undoubtedly blow up the matter, in such a peaceful Myanmar, it would likely become a hotspot topic, and wouldn’t be a small-scale joke anymore, rather a large-scale spectacle for the masses.

By then.

His dignity.

His face.

Would probably all have to be thrown into the court.

Ohhh.

It’s too hard for me! Being beaten for nothing, yet still have to apologize to the other party, due to identity reasons, don’t dare to make a fuss, Damn, if this were at home, I’d have sent him to meet God within minutes.

Here.

Don’t dare.

"Fine."

"I want nothing then." Dorne flushed red.

"Mm, then go apologize."

"..."

Damn.

Endure.

If there’s a chance, definitely make him pay.

After a while.

"I’m sorry."

Dorne struggled to squeeze out this sentence, across him, the big guy clenched his fists with a crisp sound, looking like he wanted to punch him again, Dorne stared at that face wanting to remember it firmly.

"Humph!"

"Consider yourself lucky, if this were my country, I’d break your legs. Be careful next time, don’t steal things again, or someday you’ll meet someone with a worse temper, directly send you to meet God."

"No need to thank."

"Goodbye."

"You must be a good person."

After saying this,

Left Dorne with a dashing silhouette.

"..."

Thank?

Thank your uncle, still talking about being a good person, do you even have the qualification to say that?

So quick to beat people.

Just wait, I definitely won’t let you... uh... suddenly... Dorne’s face turned bitter, in just the blink of an eye, seemed he couldn’t quite remember what the big guy looked like.

Dark.

Tall.

Strong.

Thick lips.

White teeth.

Curly hair.

Then... what other features? Suddenly recalling, Dorne realized he had face blindness towards the big guy.

In the vast sea of people.

The difficulty in finding the opponent was considerable. As for acquiring information from the Public Security Bureau, it wasn’t easy either—he heard hackers and computer experts from various countries have been set up batch after batch.

Buy?

Need a place for that too.

"I want to return to the United States."

This place.

Just came for a day and ended up like this, bruised all over, no mood to wander at all, probably going to be stared at wherever I go. This fire, in Myanmar, probably won’t be extinguished.

"Snap!"

Suddenly.

Shoulder was patted.

Only to see.

That security officer sincerely looking at him, speaking earnestly: "You’re still young, do something legitimate, don’t waste yourself, if you’re wealthy, do more meaningful things."

"Huaxia has an ancient saying: One misstep can lead to eternal regret."

"Remember."

"Don’t walk further down the wrong road."

At this moment.

Dorne was already too exhausted to complain.

Do I really look like a bad person?

Goodbye.

No.

Never want to see again, if I come back, I’ll be the grandchild. With two parting anger, Dorne returned to the hotel, lay on the bed, the more he thought, the more aggrieved he felt, being jailed twice in a day completely set a record.

Huh?

It’s said extremes breed opposites, having suffered so much now.

Then.

Does this mean that his museum plan might proceed smoothly, thinking of this, Dorne perked up, his melancholy reduced by half, naturally, the spirit victory method is amazing.

Perhaps.

It’s a high-level skill endowed to humans by heaven.

Suddenly.

Dorne felt enthusiastic.

Alright.

Watch TV then.

"Today afternoon, in front of a restaurant in Xin’an City, a foreign thief attempted street theft, got caught in the act, and was beaten by the victim. Here is video footage provided by enthusiastic masses..."