“Sigh! Alright, I’m leaving,” William Smith probably loves hearing this sentence the most every time. He immediately walked out happily, but just as he stepped out the door, he turned back and said, “Uncle Johnson, I really was wronged this time. I still don’t understand what happened!”

　　“Want to know why you got beaten?”

　　“Yeah!”

　　“Hmm! Whose clothes are you wearing?” Edward Johnson didn’t say it directly, but pointed at the dirty city management uniform on William Smith.

　　“Oh! So the vegetable vendor mistook me for city management!” As soon as William Smith was reminded, he slapped his forehead in sudden realization: “Damn it, that bastard Guan Jun really got me into trouble. Why didn’t I think of this! I just grabbed a jacket this morning and put it on, and it just happened to be this guy’s uniform.”

　　“Do you know what this is called? You got what you deserved. Haven’t you heard that city management never goes out alone? Now, both the girls and city management are the same—they all go out in groups of three or five. And you still hang out in the karaoke bars? Serves you right!!” Edward Johnson looked at his miserable state and said irritably.

　　“Fine, I’m done talking to you, I’m going home!” William Smith said, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized something. He turned back and asked, “Deputy Chief, doesn’t this mean you guys made a wrongful case against me? Now I have nowhere to appeal.”

　　“If you want, I can let you appeal, but before the matter is cleared up, you have to stay here!” Edward Johnson grabbed his weak spot, smirking, and pretended to pull out handcuffs from his waist.

　　“Tch, you win. But I’m telling you, I’m not admitting to that 1,000 yuan fine. You guys are clearly trying to scam me!!” William Smith was unconvinced, but he really didn’t dare mess with the police. If they really investigated, who knows what they’d do to you.

　　“Get lost!” Edward Johnson lifted his leg to kick William Smith’s butt, but William Smith dodged by bending over and ran off.

　　“Pah, old bastard.” As William Smith was about to run out of the police station, he cursed quietly from afar, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear.

Chapter 03: Lost in a Dream, Not Knowing Where I Am

　　Chapter Three: Lost in a Dream, Not Knowing Where I Am

　　A police car slowly stopped in a place called Baishui in the development zone of Fengcheng City. This used to be a rural suburb, but in the past two years, the expansion of the development zone has connected it with the city. The house William Smith rented was here. William Smith got out of the police car, waved goodbye to the driver, Little Paul, and said, “Bro, I’ll treat you someday. You can pick any girl you want at Jin Xiu, and if one’s not enough, I’ll get you a pair for a double show…”

　　“Get the hell out of here!” Paul Harris cursed with a laugh. He was long used to William Smith’s antics, but he really didn’t dare provoke this guy. Who knows, one day he might actually send a bunch of girls to your house. Like just now—he had already left, but then realized he didn’t have his money or phone, so he came back to the station and insisted that Paul Harris give him a ride. He claimed that if he didn’t get a ride, they’d have to feed and house him, and if not, he’d file a complaint about wrongful arrest. The officers at the station were left both amused and exasperated. In the end, Paul Harris had to drive him, take him to the karaoke bar to get his stuff, and then to eat. Judging by William Smith’s attitude, he really thought he was the chief of the police station.

　　The place William Smith lived in was a standalone courtyard. He had stumbled upon it over a year ago while in a taxi and immediately liked it. Although it was part of the development zone, it still retained the rural style. The most precious thing was that there was actually an unpolluted river by the village, which was said to be the origin of the name “Baishui.” Although it was a bit far from the Jin Xiu district, the simple architecture, quiet environment, and low rent made him decide to live here. So he spent a few days searching all over Baishui and ended up renting an entire courtyard, enjoying a leisurely life here.

　　As soon as he got home, William Smith rushed straight into the bathroom and took off his clothes. What he needed most now was a shower. Looking at the now multicolored city management uniform, he got angry all over again, threw it on the floor and stomped on it a couple of times to vent, then turned on the shower. Cold water splashed down, hitting his skin with a chill that was both icy and exhilarating, sending goosebumps all over his body.

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　　William Smith had been in Fengcheng for over a year. The reason he chose to stay was because no one here knew or cared about his identity. He touched his head—six round incense scars were already covered by his half-grown hair. Probably no one knew that this guy who hung out with girls every day was actually a genuine Buddhist disciple.

　　William Smith’s hometown wasn’t Fengcheng, but a place called Yangjiawan in Qinxian County, Yuncheng City, more than 200 kilometers away from Fengcheng. You couldn’t even find this place with just over thirty households on a map. When he was five, because his family was too poor to raise him, his parents sent him to Huayan Temple, 200 li away, to become an outside disciple under the old monk.