Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Angels, demons, and madmen have bright and pure eyes, while we mortals have clouded vision.

——An Xiaohai

"Hai, do you... would that person really do something to Auntie and the others?" Pan Zhuangzhuang squatted down next to An Xiaohai and asked, looking at the sea.

"I'm not sure. I don't think this is the best time for him to make his move."

……

"What I mean is..."

"I know what you mean. You mean, how could he do this to his own family?"

Pan Zhuang didn't speak, but gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Because that person is a madman. He went mad more than 20 years ago. You can't look at him with the eyes of a normal person."

073 The reason they can never catch him is because they're not crazy; they unconsciously analyze him using the perspective of normal people, making it impossible to accurately predict his movements.

……

"But you're not crazy."

How do you know I'm not crazy?

……

The two remained silent for a long while.

"Hai, you're not crazy, are you?"

"Hard to say!" An Xiaohai shrugged and laughed. "Let me tell you a story."

"you say."

"Two madmen were chatting in the asylum. One of them said, 'Let's escape. I got the key to the gate. The people here are so boring, it's so tedious!'"

Another madman said: "I'm not going out. If you want to go out, go out yourself. There are madmen everywhere outside. It's terrifying!"

Hahaha……"

An Xiaohai laughed, while Pan Zhuangzhuang looked at An Xiaohai with a constipated expression.

"You always say things I don't understand!" Pan Zhuangzhuang said irritably, throwing a stone into the sea.

"You understand, you just don't want to think about it too deeply!" An Xiaohai's smile faded. "These people, they call themselves gods, gods!..."

I've heard that to cultivate into a god, one must sever all worldly ties. I think most people think that way. In their eyes, everything in this world is but an ant! Even family and relatives are just ties!

"...How about we change the subject? I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's exhausting just thinking about it."

"Okay, let's change the subject. What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"..."

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Langyue Mingyuan

Langyue Mingyuan is located on the edge of Fuhai District. It is a small but beautiful community with very cheap prices. All units in the community have been sold long ago, but because of its somewhat remote location, there are not many homeowners or renters, making it seem deserted.

Wearing a wig, sunglasses, and a trench coat, Hu Haikong swiped his resident card to open the iron gate of the community and stumbled into the community.

The security guard on duty tried to stop him, but was stopped by another security guard next to him.

"Is this person a resident here?" the security guard asked, turning around with some confusion.

"Yes," another security guard nodded. "He is the owner of apartment 606 in building 4. This guy has always been so secretive. He rarely comes here. You've only been here for two months, so it's normal that you don't know him."

But you absolutely mustn't mess with this guy; he seems to have some powerful connections.

"Oh, thanks..."

While the two security guards were chatting, Hu Haikong had already entered the room. After closing the door, he immediately collapsed to the ground, covered his mouth tightly, and began to cry.

After the explosion, he was thrown a long way by the blast wave and lost consciousness. Fortunately, he woke up quickly and found himself lying in the green belt.

Ahead lay towering flames and a cacophony of voices; no one noticed him.

At that moment, a thousand thoughts raced through Hu Haikong's mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth, got up, sneaked back to the garage, took a wig and a trench coat from the trunk of the spare car, and climbed over the community wall amidst the chaos.

"Kill him to silence him!" This phrase kept swirling in Hu Haikong's mind, and hatred continued to grow in his heart.

Who would want him dead? The answer doesn't seem hard to find.

First, we can rule out the creditors. These people just want money; they wouldn't want to kill him. Even if he really can't repay the money, the creditors won't actually kill him.

If he loses his life, the money is truly gone, and there will be no hope whatsoever.

Of course, Hu Haikong knew that he had offended quite a few people, but those people were either killed by him or were completely terrified of him.

Ultimately, those people didn't have the guts or the ability to carry out such a bombing.

That leaves only one person.

Zhou Jianhong!

Hu Haikong was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.

Back then, the two met in their youth, full of youthful vigor and kindred spirits. They made a pact: you would help me achieve wealth and glory, and I would help you rise to prominence.

After making this agreement, Hu Haikong resigned from his secure job without hesitation and went into business. After nearly 20 years of hard work, he has built up his current business empire.

He truly gained wealth and glory, and Zhou Jianhong, with his full support, rose rapidly in rank.

Now that Haikong Group is in trouble, when he called Zhou Jianhong for help, Zhou Jianhong remained silent. Not only did he not help, but he even wanted to kill him to silence him!

"How ruthless! They want my whole family to die!..." Hu Hai trembled with fear, his heart filled with boundless lingering terror.

Zhou Jianhong's men must have been following him the whole time. He probably detonated the bomb as soon as he got home. If he hadn't hesitated for so long in the garage, he would have died along with his wife and children without knowing why!

"Zhou Jianhong! Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless in return!"

Hu Haikong hastily wiped away his tears, struggled to get up from the ground, and then pressed the light switch at a peculiar frequency.

A mechanical sound rang out, and the central section of the plaster ceiling in the living room slowly descended.

This house was built by him in imitation of Yulong Wanghai's villa, and no one except him knew about it. Hidden in the ceiling was the evidence of his political and business collusion with Zhou Jianhong over the years. This was Hu Haikong's backup plan to save his life.

Since we're all going to die, let's all die together!

Hu Haikong's eyes flashed with madness. The dull mechanical sound made him completely unaware that the door behind him had been quietly opened.

The ceiling was completely lowered, revealing a briefcase inside. Hu Haikong rushed forward, opened the briefcase, and emptied out all its contents.

Hu Haikong quickly found several receipts, some cash, and two gold bars among a pile of documents, which he had prepared for his escape.

Hu Haikong stuffed the receipts, cash, and gold bars into his pockets, leaving the rest unattended. He planned to call the police once he was completely safe after leaving this awful place.

"I'm done playing, go die!"

Hu Haikong turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he found that there was a person behind him who was completely covered up, looking like a ghost!

Hu Haikong felt a chill run down his spine, but before he could react, the man chopped him in the neck with a chop.

"It's over..."

Hu Haikong's vision went black and he collapsed to the ground.

The man nudged Hu Haikong with his toe to make sure he was unconscious, then walked around him to the lowered ceiling, picked up some documents, flipped through them, and then picked up the phone.

"Master, the item is in hand."

"Very well, take it back."

"What should we do with the person?"

"Strip them naked, find a secluded alley in Baoshan District and dump them there."

"Yes."

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On a beach, Xie Dan was being brutally beaten by He Xiaohu. However, this guy was also a tough guy. Even though he was knocked to the ground countless times, he would still struggle to get up and fight again.

An Xiaohai asked He Xiaohu to train Xie Dan. He Xiaohu hesitated, after all, Xie Dan was not a good person. If such a person mastered the skills of killing, there would be endless trouble. He only agreed after consulting 073.

073 agreed to An Xiaohai's request because An Xiaohai's request was not high; he only asked that Xie Dan not be instantly killed when facing the Caos assassin.

An Xiaohai had analyzed the characteristics of the Caos assassins. They all seemed to be loners. Xie Dan and Wang Bulai's advantage was their large numbers. If the Caos assassins couldn't take down Xie Dan in one or two exchanges, they would probably be in trouble.

After all, even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them. If Xie Dan goes back and trains a few more people, the situation will be even more secure.

"This guy's pretty good, I had a lot of fun playing against him!"

"..."

After being knocked down countless times, Xie Dan finally couldn't get up anymore. He lay on his back on the beach, panting heavily, when He Xiaohu walked over with a smile.

"What a pity. He has a strong will, almost as strong as you. He's a talented person, but he's not as smart as you."

An Xiaohai smiled bitterly. He was forced into this situation. If it were before, he probably would have been knocked down twice and then lay on the ground pretending to be dead. He would never have gritted his teeth and gotten up again.

"Is that enough?"

"I think that's enough; he's already managed to avoid the vital points."

Thanks.

"You're welcome. I've already taught him all the tricks of dodging. From now on, you can play with him slowly. Don't worry, this kid won't die."

I'm leaving now. The meeting over there should be almost over, and I need to go back and report. I think he'll come looking for you soon.

"Okay, goodbye."