After many people committed crimes, served some time in prison, and got out, they easily ended up behind bars again. The main reason was that their way of thinking had already diverged from that of ordinary people. Their weak legal awareness was secondary; the key was that when facing their own needs or solving problems, their thought processes were completely at odds with normal people's understanding.
In many situations, they did not realize there was anything wrong with what they were doing. They simply thought, Since I came up with this idea, I can do it—as long as nobody finds out.
This mainly applied to low-IQ criminals or people born with criminal personalities. Li Hongfang was not that serious. Her main problem was that she was far too fanciful, believed someone had her back, and never considered the consequences—only the results.
In that respect, she was somewhat like Ma Benwei with his streaming.
"Draw cards? I'd rather draw you," Liu Chang'an said irritably. Especially at her prices—she was practically running a plainly priced sex business. Otherwise, who would top up more than a hundred thousand at a rice noodle shop? That amount could buy over three hundred thousand bowls of Hong Soup Spicy Rooster rice noodles without extra toppings. Even eating three meals a day, it would take decades to finish them all.
"Th-then... how are you going to draw me?" Li Hongfang asked bashfully. "I don't have a whip here. Would a rolled-up book work? Should I change into my battle armor? You might prefer the tight outfit."
Li Hongfang knew perfectly well that by "draw," he merely meant "beat up" or "hit someone" in the ordinary sense. But that did not necessarily mean it was not an expression of his subconscious. Someone like the Sect Master, who casually