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Li Haotian slept until dawn, only to be woken up by hunger.

He came down from the second-floor bedroom shirtless and immediately saw Lin Mo sitting in front of the double-door refrigerator, hugging his knees.

She was wearing an ill-fitting dragon shield uniform, barefoot, and staring up at the refrigerator door as if confronting it.

"What's wrong? Do you have a grudge against the refrigerator?" Li Haotian yawned and walked over to her.

Lin Mo didn't turn around, but reached out and poked the refrigerator door with his finger.

"It's empty inside."

Li Haotian opened the refrigerator door, and yesterday it was packed full of Australian Wagyu beef and French caviar, but now not even a single packaging bag was left.

"Damn, are you some kind of glutton?" Li Haotian scratched his messy hair. "It's only been a few hours?"

Lin Mo stood up, patted his stomach, and said softly.

"Hungry."

Li Haotian sighed and closed the refrigerator door.

"Alright, alright, I give up. Come on, bro, I'll take you to raid the supermarket."

He casually grabbed a faded old T-shirt from the closet, slipped on a pair of baggy shorts, and shuffled out in flip-flops.

Lin-Mo then picked up a tablet computer left behind by Longdun from the sofa, on which was playing a melodramatic soap opera.

Half an hour later, at the most upscale imported supermarket in the center of Donghai City.

Li Haotian pushed a shopping cart that was even cleaner than himself, with Lin Mo following behind, his eyes never leaving the tablet screen, almost bumping into the shelves several times.

"Look at the road, is it safe? If you crash into someone's property, I won't have the money to pay for it."

Just as Li Haotian finished speaking, a young man dressed in flashy trendy clothes and wearing a thick gold chain around his neck, with a woman with a snake-like face, squeezed in front of them.

The woman pinched her nose and backed away with a look of disgust.

"Honey, this guy smells like a poor slob. Let's hurry up and finish what we bought and leave, it's suffocating."

The young man named Wang Shao raised his chin and glanced sideways at the flip-flops on Li Haotian's feet.

"Don't rush, baby. Let him see what quality of life really means."

Wang Shao walked to the fruit section and pointed to a square watermelon covered with a glass dome.

"Wrap this up for me."

The sales assistant's eyes lit up, and she immediately came over.

"Young Master Wang has a good eye. These are art watermelons air-freighted from Japan. They're only 888 yuan each."

Wang Shao smugly took out his phone to scan the QR code and put his arm around his girlfriend's waist.

"Did you hear that? This is art. People like you could never afford it in your entire lives."

Li Haotian didn't even glance at the square watermelon. He picked up a three-yuan-per-pound Fuji apple from a pile of promotional fruits next to him.

The snake-faced woman let out a sneer.

"Oh, you actually bought this kind of junk fruit? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache?"

Li Haotian ignored her. He held the apple in his palm and slowly tightened his grip with his five fingers.

"Click—"

A slight, crisp sound.

He didn't use any force, just a very gentle pinch.

A crack appeared in the red apple's skin, and a stream of sweet juice seemed to find its outlet, spurting out from between his fingers with a "whoosh," splashing a small patch of water on the clean floor.

The entire fruit section fell silent instantly.

Wang Shao and his girlfriend's mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg, their eyes fixed on the apple in Li Haotian's hand that was still oozing juice.

Li Haotian brought the apple to his mouth, sucked on it through his fingers, and then threw the remaining half into the shopping cart.

"Hmm, it's quite sweet."

He pushed the cart, walked slowly past the two petrified people, and moved forward.

Lin Mo didn't look up from beginning to end, and kept muttering lines from the TV series to himself.

"Don't go... How can I live without you..."

PARKING LOT.

Li Haotian had piled dozens of fully packed shopping bags next to a shared bicycle, wondering how to transport them back.

"Beep beep—beep beep beep—"

A piercing horn blared behind him.

A bright red Lamborghini blocked his way, and the window rolled down, revealing Wang Shao's face, which was flushed red.

"You poor wretch, get out of my way! Haven't you heard the saying 'a good dog doesn't block the way'?"

Li Haotian glanced back but didn't say anything.

Lin Mo finally managed to tear her gaze away from the tablet, and looked curiously at the noisy and bright toy.

"Is this car edible?"

Li Haotian laughed.

"No, it's made of sheet metal, it'll hurt your teeth."

He told Lin Mo to stand further away, while he slowly walked to the front of the Lamborghini.

Young Master Wang was still arrogantly honking his horn.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll just run over you!"

Li Haotian extended his right index finger and gently tapped the Lamborghini's smooth, mirror-like hood.

"Thump."

The sound was very soft, like a raindrop falling on a lake.

He withdrew his hand, even wiping it on his pants as if it had gotten dirty.

Then, he turned around and went back to the shared bicycle, where he began to painstakingly hang shopping bags on it.

Wang Shao was stunned for a moment, then burst into a tirade of curses.

"Are you fucking crazy? You damaged my car, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold myself!"

He sat up straight, ready to step on the gas and teach this blind, penniless bastard a lesson.

He pressed the start button on the center console.

There was no reaction at all.

The LCD screen, which should have been lit, was completely black, and not a single light on the dial flashed.

He pressed it again.

Still no response.

"Damn it!" Young Master Wang slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

The expected horn blared, but the car remained deathly silent.

This top-of-the-line sports car, worth tens of millions, was like a soulless shell, instantly turning into a pile of expensive scrap metal.

Wang Shao frantically slammed the steering wheel and pounded on the center console screen, but the car was like a dead car; he couldn't even turn on the hazard lights.

He looked up at the window and saw a man wearing shorts and flip-flops who had already hung shopping bags all over the shared bicycles.

He helped the thin girl who was holding the tablet onto the back seat, then climbed onto the bike himself and slowly pedaled.

The dilapidated shared bicycle, carrying two people and a bunch of snacks and drinks, wobbled and disappeared at the parking lot exit.

"Ah—! My car! My car!"

Wang Shao roared in despair from inside the car, but only silence answered him.

On the street, shared bikes are not ridden very fast.

Li Haotian held onto the handlebars with one hand and had to hold onto the shopping bag that was about to fall with the other.

"What do you want to eat tonight? How about braised pork belly? Stewed beef brisket with potatoes is also fine."

Lin Mo in the back seat did not answer.

She put down the tablet; the melodramatic show had already finished airing.

Her eyes weren't looking straight ahead, but rather turned to the other side of the street.

There was a construction site that had been leveled, with several unfinished buildings standing in the distance, resembling tombstones in the setting sun.

Li Haotian followed her gaze but found nothing.

"What are you looking at? There's no supermarket there."

Lin Mo looked away and licked his lips.

She leaned close to Li Haotian's ear, her voice very soft, with an indescribable eeriness.

"Haotian, over there... there seems to be something very sweet."