Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 416 - 296: The Road Ahead

Chapter 416: Chapter 296: The Road Ahead

The man inside the police station, his face red and ears burning, yelled loudly, "He also secretly said I was short and small... so I couldn’t help but hit him!"

The police officer, impatiently, interrupted the yelling, "Although there was a cause, that’s not the point, okay? Whether your girlfriend cheated on you or was seduced, all these things are moral issues."

"The key issue now is that you’ve fractured his nose. The forensic evaluation is likely to result in a minor injury. If you don’t want to go to jail, get ready to pay and settle privately! You can choose not to pay, but then you’ll face six months to three years in prison. It’s your choice."

"How much money?" Hearing that he might go to jail, the man was clearly panicked.

"Breaking the nasal bone, probably a minor injury of the second degree. Generally, compensation of 80,000 to 100,000 yuan can be demanded; if it constitutes a minor injury of the first degree, more than 100,000 yuan can be claimed. Don’t fight next time, and don’t fracture someone! Why did you have to hit him anyway?"

Watching the argument between the two, the monk was greatly shocked. This place is obviously—a government office?

It must be a government office, right?

Does a government office still handle fights over such trivial matters?

Could it be that this government office has nothing better to do?

The government offices in the Mountain and Sea Realm are always thinking about making a quick buck. As for fighting and brawling, they abound, and unless someone kills another, they hardly bother with them.

Qiu Yuan Monk silently observed his surroundings.

In another interrogation room, a staff member explained, "This money transfer record of 1,000 yuan is criminal evidence. No matter how much you deny, it’s useless."

"The woman has already been caught numerous times in anti-vice raids. With both human and material evidence against her, and her confession, you might as well stop arguing."

"I really didn’t! I was just getting a massage, I didn’t do anything, comrade, please believe me."

"According to Article 66 of the Public Security Management Punishment Law: for prostitution and soliciting prostitutes, detention of more than 10 days but less than 15 days can be imposed, with a possible fine of less than 5,000 yuan; if the circumstances are lighter, detention of less than 5 days or a fine of less than 500 yuan may be imposed. See, the detention duration is flexible, so if you want to spend 15 days, continue to dispute. If you want less, confess and pay."

After quite a while, the man locked in that interrogation room, with trembling legs, whispered softly, "Oh dear. Comrade, how long will the detention be? Can you not tell my wife? If she finds out, that would really..."

"If you disappear for 10 days and neither your wife nor your workplace looks for you, then there will be no problem."

In Wang Hao’s eyes, this scene seemed somewhat strange.

He had wanted to show the monk the extremely vicious criminals to prove that this was not the so-called "other shore," just a world slightly better than the Mountain and Sea Realm.

But it turned out to be just fights and prostitution.

Only real prisons contain those who commit serious crimes like murder and arson.

Nevertheless, whatever the case, the number of criminals in this world truly couldn’t compare with those in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

In the eyes of Qiu Yuan Monk, the trivial matters handled by the current government office reflected the prosperity of this world.

After so many years of enduring hardships and difficulties, he was no longer as naive as when he first left the monastery, completely oblivious to the workings of society.

This world was not strictly black and white but often existed in a gray area in between.

Many things truly cannot be forced. Conflicts between people are natural, and there is no such concept of "true perfection."

If it were possible to use some "method" to have people live in a relatively moderate and peaceful state, with less conflict and more tolerance, that would already be an impressive result.

As for completely eliminating conflicts—that was almost an impossible task.

"Let’s go, there’s nothing interesting to see here," Wang Hao called out.

"I’ll take you to another place."

The scene switched once again.

Here, near the office buildings, what was never in short supply were office workers.

Where there were human activities, consumption would ensue.

With consumption, naturally, came the market.

Street vendors riding tricycles were darting about near the office buildings, setting up all sorts of food stalls along the roads: roujiamo, beef vermicelli, egg fried rice, hot and sour noodles, snail noodles, you name it.

The strong aroma of food made one’s mouth water, and stomachs involuntarily started growling.

Qiu Yuan Monk had been unconscious for so many years, he had nearly forgotten what food tasted like. He couldn’t help but swallow a gulp of saliva, silently reciting, "Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness; emptiness does not differ from form, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form, perception, volition, consciousness; likewise."

As for these street vendors, city management officers would turn a blind eye. Since the promotion of the street vendor economy began, restrictions on street stalls had relaxed a lot. As long as garbage classification was done well and hygiene permits were obtained, officials generally wouldn’t interfere too much.

"This oil is peanut oil, right?" Wang Hao asked a vendor selling fried rice.

"Yeah, it’s from Golden Dragon... you see it written on the bottle, it can’t possibly be gutter oil! We have a hygiene permit here," the vendor said, focusing on cooking without caring who had asked.

The voice seemed to have fallen from the sky.

"I’ll have a box of egg fried rice, no eggs or meat, just extra green onions and cabbage."

The vendor thought to himself, what kind of fried rice is it without eggs? Then looking up, he saw a bald monk in yellow robes, with a simple, stunned smile, and a hint of suspicion. Perhaps he was a fool?

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