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

Sun Guixiang has more handbags than Ma Hongxia.

In the corner of the walk-in closet, there is a dedicated bag cabinet with transparent glass doors. The bags inside are arranged by brand and color.

Hermes, Chanel, LV, Gucci, Dior, Fendi, Celine, Saint Laurent, Balenciaga—dozens of bags, neatly stacked in the compartments.

There are five or six Hermès bags alone, including Birkin, Kelly, and Lindy bags, in colors ranging from black to gold to orange, and in various styles.

The locker was empty; the bags and the glass door had vanished together.

Sun Guixiang also has a huge pile of shoes.

The shoe cabinet is neatly stacked with hundreds of pairs of shoes: high heels, flats, sneakers, boots, ankle boots, sandals, slippers, and various brands and styles.

There are three or four pairs of CL's red-soled shoes, five or six pairs of MB's diamond-buckled shoes, and a whole row of RV's square-buckled shoes in various colors, as well as some designer brands that Zhou Haibing can't name.

Take them all.

Sun Guixiang's accessories section is located on the central island counter.

The tabletop of the central island was covered with a layer of white velvet, on which were placed various jewelry boxes, watch boxes, and perfume bottles.

Zhou Haibing opened the drawer of the central island counter, and the contents inside were even more dazzling—

A dozen watches, dozens of necklaces, hundreds of pairs of earrings, dozens of rings, a dozen bracelets, and a bunch of accessories he couldn't name.

Some of these items were real gold and silver, while others were high-quality counterfeits, but Zhou Haibing didn't care whether they were real or fake; he took them all.

After collecting Sun Guixiang's belongings, Zhou Haibing turned to Liu Hongbo's walk-in closet.

Liu Hongbo's items are nothing compared to Sun Guixiang's, but they are all brand names.

Several Armani suits were hanging there, the tags still on.

A row of polo shirts were neatly folded in the drawer, all Ralph Lauren, one of each color.

There aren't many shoes in the shoe cabinet, but they're all good quality: a few pairs of Gucci loafers, a few pairs of Ferragamo leather shoes, and a few pairs of sneakers.

Take them all.

Liu Hongbo also has quite a few accessories.

A drawer specifically for watches contained more than a dozen watches, including Rolex, Omega, IWC, Breitling, and a few niche brands that Zhou Haibing didn't recognize.

In another drawer were several gold necklaces and a few gold rings.

Take them all.

After tidying up the walk-in closet, Zhou Haibing began cleaning up the rest of the bedroom.

The enormous European-style bed, with its upholstered headboard adorned with intricate carvings, along with its mattress, bedding, and pillows, has all vanished.

Bedside table, lamp, alarm clock, charger—all collected.

Cosmetics, skincare products, hair dryer, curling iron, and beauty devices on the dressing table are all included.

The TV, stereo, and Blu-ray player on the TV cabinet were all taken away.

Curtains, carpets, paintings, plants, and full-length mirrors—all included.

Zhou Haibing walked out of the master bedroom and began to search the entire house.

In Liu Hongbo's study, there were few books on his bookshelves, but quite a few decorative items and trophies.

"Billiards Club Champion" or "Billiards Tournament Runner-up" are obviously titles earned through participating in billiards competitions.

Zhou Haibing took everything away, including the bookshelves and desk.

In the living room, Zhou Haibing tucked away the sofa, coffee table, TV cabinet, TV, stereo, chandelier, carpet, and curtains into the space.

In the restaurant, not a single item was left—not the dining table, chairs, sideboard, bowls, plates, cups, food from the refrigerator, or wine from the wine cabinet.

In the kitchen, the entire set of cabinets, stove, range hood, dishwasher, microwave, oven, various pots, pans, knives, seasonings and dried goods were all taken away.

The gym is on the second floor at the corner. Sun Guixiang and Liu Hongbo also set up a gym, but they have even less stuff than Sun Guiwu's, with only a treadmill and a set of dumbbells.

Zhou Haibing took them all.

I've collected everything from the bathroom: towels, bath towels, shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste, electric toothbrush, hair dryer, razor, face masks, and skincare products.

The toolbox, vacuum cleaner, mop, broom, various cleaning supplies, folding ladder, suitcase, and umbrella in the storage room were all stored away.

The entire house, inside and out, top and bottom, was moved clean and tidy.

Zhou Haibing walked back to the living room and stood in front of Sun Guixiang.

The woman was wearing that pink silk nightgown, and her makeup was still exquisite, but her empty eyes made her look like a meticulously dressed corpse.

Looking at that face, Zhou Haibing was reminded of a scene from over twenty years ago—

When the woman's attempt to seduce him failed, she turned around and accused him of harassing her, causing him to be misunderstood by everyone and scolded by Sun Guiying for days and nights, ruining his reputation in the family for several years.

He'd been holding this grudge for almost thirty years, and today it was time to vent.

"Sun Guixiang," Zhou Haibing's voice was as cold as ice.

"He slapped himself in the face, cursing himself as a slut and a whore."

Sun Guixiang raised her right hand and slapped herself on the left cheek.

Snapped.

The sound was particularly crisp in the empty living room.

A red mark immediately appeared on Sun Guixiang's cheek.

"I'm a slut." Her voice was flat and emotionless.

Snapped!

"I'm a slut."

Snapped!

"I'm a slut."

Snapped!

"I'm a slut."

Sun Guixiang slapped her face repeatedly, left and right, with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, leaving a red mark on her face with each slap.

Zhou Haibing frowned and said, "Press harder."

Sun Guixiang increased her strength.

With a slap, her head was turned to one side, but she immediately straightened it and slapped it again with her other hand.

The sound of slapping echoed repeatedly in the living room, as if someone was forcefully hitting something.

Sun Guixiang's face quickly turned red, and then swelled up.

Beneath that thick layer of foundation, the skin was visibly becoming congested and swollen.

Her lips were cracked, and blood seeped out, mixing with her foundation and dripping down.

Her nose—

That nose I had done in South Korea, which cost hundreds of thousands of dollars—

After being slapped repeatedly, his nose began to veer off course, tilting to the left at an angle, and the implant bulged out from under his skin, forming a strange protrusion.

But Sun Guixiang did not stop.

She was still slapping him and still cursing.

"I'm a slut...I'm a whore...I'm a slut...I'm a whore..."

Looking at her swollen and distorted face, her crooked nose, the blood at the corner of her mouth, and her smeared makeup, Zhou Haibing's anger finally began to dissipate.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them.

That's enough.

Sun Guixiang's hands stopped and hung down at her sides.

Her face was so swollen it was unrecognizable, with her left cheek more swollen than her right, and her eyes squeezed into slits.

His lips were swollen like two sausages, and his nose was crooked and leaning to one side, making him look both comical and terrifying.

"Sun Guixiang, Liu Hongbo, lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

The two of them bent over and lay down on the floor in the center of the living room at the same time.

Sun Guixiang's silk nightgown was crumpled up, revealing a section of her white waist.

Liu Hongbo lay on his back, the hem of his floral shirt bulging out from his waistband, revealing his round belly.

In less than ten seconds, their breathing became even and deep, and they fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Haibing glanced at them one last time, picked up the bag of phones, turned around, and walked out of the empty house.

He took the elevator down to the underground parking garage and walked to parking spaces 21 and 22 in section A.

Sun Guixiang's white Porsche Macan and Liu Hongbo's black Range Rover were parked side by side, their paint gleaming under the lights.

With a thought, Zhou Haibing caused the two cars to disappear into thin air and enter the Shennong Space, where they were neatly arranged alongside the other cars he had collected earlier.

When Sun Guixiang wakes up, she will not only find that her face is inexplicably swollen, but also that all her luxury goods and luxury cars are gone. She will definitely be very confused.

Moreover, he plans to find an opportunity to take revenge on Sun Guixiang after his rebirth, making her pay the price she deserves.

Zhou Haibing got into the driver's seat of his black Mercedes and put his backpack on the passenger seat.

Next, he would take revenge on his troublesome younger brother, Zhou Hailong, who was always causing him a lot of trouble...