Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing sat in the driver's seat, put the backpack full of cell phones in the back seat, then took out his own phone from his pocket and found the name "A Wu" in his contacts.

Sun Guiwu.

His wife Sun Guiying's younger brother, his brother-in-law.

Zhou Haibing stared at the name for two seconds, then pressed the dial button.

The phone rang five or six times before it was answered.

A deafening roar came from the other end of the line—the roar of a motorcycle engine at high RPMs.

Not just one, but several cars, one after another, interspersed with the excited shouts of several men and the sharp screech of brakes.

"Hey? Brother-in-law?" Sun Guiwu's voice came from the noise, clearly impatient, as if Zhou Haibing's call had interrupted something important for him.

"What's up? I'm busy here."

Zhou Haibing moved the receiver slightly away from the piercing noise and said in a calm tone:

"Awu, where are you now?"

"I'm out, hanging out with friends. Brother-in-law, what's up? If not, I'm hanging up now."

Zhou Haibing knew his scoundrel brother-in-law very well.

Sun Guiwu is thirty-two years old this year, more than twenty years younger than his sister Sun Guiying. He is the precious son of his father-in-law Sun Deming, who had him in his middle age.

The father-in-law had this son when he was sixty years old. He doted on him and spoiled him rotten from a young age.

Sun Guiwu gets whatever he wants and does whatever he pleases; nobody can control him or listen to him.

The result was that they raised such an arrogant, lazy, and domineering individual.

Sun Guiwu has never worked a proper job in his entire life.

His biggest hobby is cars—race cars, motorcycles, supercars—anything that can make a lot of noise, he likes.

He has a group of good-for-nothing friends who ride motorcycles around the streets all day, speeding near residential areas in the middle of the night, disturbing the peace so much that the people in the neighborhood wish they could throw feces on their heads.

Zhou Haibing knew that if he didn't give the kid a sufficiently enticing reason, he definitely wouldn't obediently go home.

"Ah Wu," Zhou Haibing raised her voice slightly so the person on the other end of the phone could hear her clearly.

"I heard you told your sister the other day that you liked a motorcycle?"

The roar of the motorcycle continued on the other end of the phone, but Sun Guiwu's voice had clearly changed; the impatience had vanished, replaced by an eager anticipation.

"Brother-in-law, how did you know? Did my sister tell you?"

"Yes, your sister told me." Zhou Haibing's tone was casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"I'm going to buy it for you."

"Really?!"

Sun Guiwu's voice suddenly rose several octaves, almost deafening Zhou Haibing.

The roar of the motorcycle on the other end of the phone subsided at that moment, as if Sun Guiwu had pulled over and stopped the motorcycle on the side of the road.

"Brother-in-law, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Zhou Haibing's voice was calm and even.

"That car isn't cheap, brother-in-law, it costs over 300,000 yuan." Sun Guiwu's tone was tentative, as if he was afraid Zhou Haibing would change his mind.

"Three hundred thousand is fine, whatever you like."

"Brother-in-law, you're so great!" Sun Guiwu's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Shall we go now? Where are you? I'll come find you! You know where the motorcycle shop is, right? I've been looking at that motorcycle online for ages, read the reviews, and even come up with a modification plan—"

"A-Wu," Zhou Haibing interrupted his rapid-fire speech.

"I'm heading to your house now. You go home first and wait for me there."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Sun Guiwu's voice became somewhat hesitant:

"Go home? Brother-in-law, why don't we just go to the store? I'll ride my bike there, and you can meet me there. It'll save you a lot of trouble."

My friend is waiting for me; it would take too long for me to go back and then come out again.

"I have other things to discuss with you," Zhou Haibing said slowly, but with an air of uncompromising authority.

"It's hard to explain over the phone, let's meet at your place. I'll drive over, and text me when you get home."

Sun Guiwu paused again, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

He has a bunch of cronies waiting for him to continue racing, while his brother-in-law has the new motorcycle he's been longing for.

He made a decision quickly:

"Okay, okay, I'm going home now. Brother-in-law, call me when you get there, don't keep me waiting too long."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Zhou Haibing hung up the phone, tossed it onto the passenger seat, started the car, and turned around to drive towards Sun Guiwu's house.

As the car drove onto the main road, Zhou Haibing's mind involuntarily began to replay all the things that had happened over the years related to this bastard brother-in-law.

He will never forget that time he was beaten.

That was seven or eight years ago.

He and Sun Guiying had a fight about company matters. He couldn't remember the specifics of the fight, but Sun Guiying was being unreasonable. After he said a few words to her, she slammed the door and went back to her parents' home.

Based on past experience, Sun Guiying would go back to her parents' home for a day or two, and when he went to pick her up, she would come back. At most, he would have to lower his head and admit his mistake, and that would be the end of it.

But that time was different.

On the night Sun Guiying returned home, he received a call from Sun Guiwu.

Sun Guiwu cursed and swore on the phone, saying that he had bullied his sister and that he would teach him a lesson.

Zhou Haibing didn't take it seriously, thinking that his brother-in-law was all talk and no action.

The next afternoon, while he was in a meeting at the company, his secretary suddenly came in and said that a group of people were looking for him downstairs.

He thought they were customers, but when he went downstairs, he saw seven or eight people standing in the corridor—all relatives of the Sun family.

Sun Guiwu was with several of his cousins ​​and two other unfamiliar faces, who were clearly his cronies from his time out there.

Sun Guiwu stood at the front, wearing a black leather jacket, with his signature arrogant expression on his face. When he saw Zhou Haibing come out of the elevator, he rushed up without saying a word.

"Zhou Haibing!" Sun Guiwu pointed at his nose.

"How dare you bully my sister? Are you tired of living?"

Before Zhou Haibing could speak, Sun Guiwu punched him in the face.

The punch landed on his left cheekbone, causing his vision to go black and him to stagger two steps to the side.

Before he could even stand up straight, Sun Guiwu's cousin kicked him in the waist from the side, knocking him to the ground.

Then came more punches and kicks. Seven or eight people surrounded him and beat him mercilessly, punching and kicking him without any strategy, but every punch and kick was vicious.