로그인Danielle's son, Andrew Lewis, knelt in front of me. "Please, I'm begging you to write a letter of forgiveness. If you agree to forgive them, they'll receive lighter sentences!"Serena's husband, Peter Walsh, chimed in with bloodshot eyes, "Nathan, Serena is still in the hospital, and the baby's due any day now. She knows she was wrong. We haven't touched a single cent of the money. We'll return every penny!"We'll even organize a fundraiser to reimburse you for that $15,000 fine!"I looked at the group of people in front of me.Just a few days earlier, they'd been calling me a piece of trash online, discussing how to divide up my money in the group chat, and blocking my doorway to force me to reopen the charging stations.Now they were crying as if they were the ones who'd been wronged.If this had happened before, I might have softened.But then I remembered my car being splashed with red paint, the protest banner outside my company, and those thirty-seven identical repair form
After a week of deadlock, the entire neighborhood was in turmoil.Some people had to queue at shopping mall charging stations every day, paying three times as much for electricity. Others lost their jobs because they kept arriving late. Serena had been hospitalized after the physical strain of her pregnancy became too much.Clark had become everyone's favorite target. He posted messages in the group chat, but nobody responded anymore.So he started spreading rumors like crazy.He claimed I was part of an organized criminal operation, that I had powerful people protecting me, and that I'd driven a pregnant woman into the hospital.My company was subjected to successive inspections by the tax authorities and business regulators. Someone even hung a protest banner outside the building.I knew I had nothing to hide, but the harassment was still disgusting.Yet this was exactly what I'd been waiting for.The more noise Clark made online, the more evidence he left behind.On Friday
I turned off my phone and opened the surveillance footage on my computer.Clark thought he was putting pressure on me. What he didn't know was that I'd saved the original recordings of every single livestream.On the third day after the chargers were sealed, he actually managed to bring in a television news crew.A reporter stood at the neighborhood entrance, speaking with feigned indignation into the camera."A set of free charging stations that served residents for six months has suddenly been shut down. With residents now struggling to get around, is this really about protecting people's rights, or is it simply the indifference of the wealthy?"Clark stood in front of the camera with red-rimmed eyes and declared, "I'm not doing this for myself. I'm doing it for everyone. He has taken public resources for himself and even forced a pregnant woman to wait in line elsewhere."After the segment aired, the internet erupted with criticism.Someone splashed red paint across the entra
He patted my shoulder. "Otherwise, every time I see you, I'll report you again."I didn't move away. I folded the penalty notice and slipped it into my jacket pocket. "I'll pay the fine. I'm done fighting over the chargers, too."I pointed toward the iron gate beside us that led to the warehouse area. "But starting tomorrow, the charging stations inside will be exclusively for my company's vehicles."You were right about one thing. We need to be clear about the rules."The day after paying the fine, I had the receipt framed and hung it in the most prominent spot in my living room.Looking at the official seal, I called the construction crew."Seal off the warehouse entrance. "Yes. Three layers of verification: facial recognition, license plate registration, and a valid company contract. If any one of them is missing, nobody gets in."By 7:30 a.m., during the morning rush, the area outside the neighborhood had descended into chaos. The entrance that had once provided free charg
The power company's inspectors arrived early the next morning.Two enforcement vehicles blocked the front of my parking space. The inspectors presented their identification."We've received a report that this location may be operating an unauthorized electricity supply business. Please cooperate with our inspection."Clark pushed through the crowd, holding up a USB drive. "Officers, I'm the one who filed the complaint. Here's a month's worth of evidence I've collected."He pointed at the USB drive. "It contains charging records, screenshots of money transfers, and repair reports showing damage to thirty-seven vehicles."One of the inspectors, Scott Brooks, glanced at the electrical meter. "Did you collect money for the electricity?""I only collected the actual cost," I replied. "The neighbors transferred their monthly electricity expenses to my account, and I paid the power company in one lump sum."Clark immediately interrupted, "See? Money was transferred! That means he's sel
Clark's eyes widened. "So you want to be difficult? Fine! Guys, let's report him to the power company! Send them the repair forms and livestream evidence! Make him tear down the chargers and pay until he's bankrupt!"I turned around, went back inside, and shut their shouting out. I didn't immediately turn off the surveillance playback.As I enlarged each of the thirty-seven repair appointment forms, I noticed something even stranger. Every single document had been printed at 5:47 a.m. that morning.And according to the access records for the parking garage at my property, Clark had entered the garage alone at exactly 5:47 a.m. He hadn't brought any testing equipment. The only thing in his hands was that stack of papers with the license plate numbers already filled in.When Colin arrived, I copied the access screenshots, original livestream recordings, and the electrical meter's backend logs onto a hard drive."This isn't enough," Colin said after reviewing the files. "The truly cr







