Illegal Motorcycle Purchase, Fell Into a Vegetative State, and I’m Fully Responsible?

I was beaten so badly I collapsed on the ground. The workers in the shop rushed out and surrounded me, protecting me in the middle.

In the crowd, an old woman glared at me and kept cursing.

“You heartless bastard! My son is only twenty-three, and now he’s in a vegetative state. You have to take responsibility!”

“If it weren’t for you, how would he have ended up like this?”

On the huge sign they were holding, red letters read: “Shady businessman killed my son. Pay with your life. Give me back my son’s healthy body!”

Next to it was a portrait, and it was clearly some stranger’s face.