His Former Comrades Panicked When He Was Released from Prison to Seek Revenge

The iron gate swung open with a bang, sunlight piercing my eyes like knives. I squinted; five years of prison life had almost made me forget the warmth of the sun. A guard mechanically called out, "Prisoner number 2187, Lin Kai, released on parole." I picked up the plastic bag containing all my belongings—a watch, a wallet, and the clothes I was wearing when I was arrested. That was all. "You look like a pile of shit," Ma Chao said, leaning against his beat-up car, forcing an ugly smile. "This is the effect of five years in prison." My voice was hoarse from long silence. Inside the car, I gazed at the changing city outside the window.