"For me to send him to college, I spent over two hundred thousand."
Old Fox's eyes had already lost their focus. It was as if he had seen through the long river of time, his gaze landing far in the past.
"My father told me that only people who went to school and attended college could amount to something in the future."
"I didn't want my child to live in the sewers like I did, so I paid to send him to college, but he..."
"...failed to make all that money I spent on him worthwhile!"
Old Fox sighed again. "You know, I spent three hundred and eighty thousand just to clean up that two hundred thousand. In the end, he showed me through his actions that I had wasted all that money."
"At the time, I really wanted to beat him to death, but he was my son, after all. I could only think about it."
"Over the years, I gradually discovered a rather unpleasant fact."
"Going to college didn't necessarily make someone talented. When I was beside him and when I wasn't, he acted like two different people."
"Sometimes I regretted it so much. I really shouldn't have sent him to college."
"College did teach him a great deal of knowledge. It also used morality, law, and knowledge to cultivate his sense of awe."
"They shackled his soul, turning him into a foolish man accepted by mainstream society."
Although Old Fox had been in prison all this time, in this Private Prison that could be called a retirement home,
there was actually little difference between him inside and him outside.
He had a private suite, a television, and a telephone to contact the outside world.
Of course, someone had to watch him whenever he made a call, and