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

Snapped.

"I'm worthless, I've let Li Su'e down."

Snapped.

"I'm worthless, I've let Li Su'e down."

Snapped.

"I'm worthless, I've let Li Su'e down."

The two people slapped their own faces repeatedly, their movements mechanical and rhythmic, as if performing some ancient ritual.

Li Zhigang used great force, leaving a red mark on his face with each blow. His face quickly turned red and then swelled up.

Xia Guilan slapped him less hard, but after slapping him so many times, his face gradually swelled up, and a small crack appeared at the corner of his mouth, from which blood seeped out.

The two voices mingled together, hollow and devoid of any emotion, echoing in the empty living room.

"I'm worthless, I've let Li Su'e down."

"I'm worthless, I've let Li Su'e down."

Zhou Haibing stood there watching them, his face expressionless.

He felt no pleasure, no satisfaction, only a heavy, indescribable weariness.

These people, these people who harmed Li Su'e—An Baojun, Li Zhigang, Xia Guilan—have Li Su'e's blood on their hands.

An Baojun was the direct perpetrator, Li Zhigang was an accomplice, and Xia Guilan was a cold-hearted bystander.

Everyone is guilty, and no one can escape punishment.

He recalled the time before Li Su'e died.

She was so sick, but no one cared about her, no one took her to see a doctor, no one brought her a bowl of hot soup, and no one asked her, "Are you cold? Are you hungry? Are you feeling unwell?"

In that cold room, alone, she slowly, bit by bit, died.

Her elder brother, her sister-in-law, and her husband were all not by her side.

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

That's enough.

Li Zhigang and Xia Guilan stopped simultaneously, their hands hanging down at their sides.

Both of their faces were swollen beyond recognition. Li Zhigang's face was covered in bruises, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth down his chin.

Xia Guilan's left cheek was more swollen than her right cheek. Her left eyelid was so swollen that it squeezed her eye into a slit, and blood was flowing from her nose, covering half of her face.

"Li Zhigang, Xia Guilan, lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

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

Li Zhigang lay on his back, while Xia Guilan lay on her side. Both of their faces were swollen and distorted, looking both comical and terrifying.

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, then turned and walked towards the garage.

He added Li Zhigang's black Audi A8 to Shennong Space.

There was also a white Honda CRV in the garage, which was Xia Guilan's grocery shopping car. Zhou Haibing didn't let it go either and took it as well.

All that's left in the underground parking garage is his black Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

Zhou Haibing opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and put the backpack full of mobile phones on the passenger seat.

He now has two more targets for revenge.

One was the father, Zhou Fuxiang, who forced his younger sister to marry Zhang Wenbin, a beast, indirectly causing her death.

His father also interfered in their relationship, separating him from Li Su'e and forcing him to marry Sun Guiying. This not only ruined his own happiness but also Li Su'e's, indirectly causing her death.

Another one is his father-in-law, Sun Deming. Sun Deming arranged for all his relatives to work at Haibing Pharmaceutical Company, which he founded, and a group of people were sucking his blood.

After leaving Li Zhigang's house, Zhou Haibing drove onto the main road. Instead of rushing onto the highway, he parked at a gas station on the side of the road, filled up the tank, and then went to the convenience store next door to buy a bottle of water.

He sat back in the driver's seat, took the two photos out of his pocket, and looked at them again.

Zhou Haiqing's smiling face, Li Su'e's graceful figure.

He placed the photos side by side on the passenger seat and started the car.

Next stop, Chenjia Village.

He glanced at the time on the dial: 5:40 PM.

Chenjia Village is located southeast of the provincial capital, about an hour's drive away.

He'll be there around 6:30.

At this time of day, the father should be having dinner, or taking a walk in the village after dinner.

Just right.

Zhou Haibing thought of his father, Zhou Fuxiang, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down.

Zhou Fuxiang's greatest skill in life is his love of saving face.

When Zhou Haibing's career was just starting to take off, the company was still in its growth phase and was so tight on funds that they had to stretch every penny.

When Zhou Fuxiang heard back in his hometown that his son had made money outside, his first phone call wasn't to ask, "Haibing, are you tired?" or "Haibing, how are you feeling?" but instead, he abruptly asked:

"Haibing, hurry up and build a villa in the village, the most luxurious kind, so everyone in the surrounding area can see that the Zhou family has prospered!"

Zhou Haibing did have some money at the time, but that money was intended for expanding production.

He explained to his father:

"Dad, the company is still in its development stage, and cash flow is very important. Can we postpone the villa project for two years, until the company is more stable?"

Zhou Fuxiang exploded before he could finish speaking:

"Wait two years? I can't wait! Do you want me to lose face in front of the villagers?"

Old Zhang's son owns a restaurant in the county town and has built a small building in the village.

Old Li's son took on a job at a construction site and renovated the old house.

"And you, you run such a big company in the provincial capital, while your father still lives in an old house from decades ago. What are people going to think of me? What are they going to think of the Zhou family?"

Zhou Haibing said, "Dad, I'm not saying I don't want to cover it, I'm saying I'll wait a little longer—"

"What are you waiting for!" Zhou Fuxiang's voice grew louder and louder.

"You're so unfilial! You've grown up and think you can look down on your father! Let me tell you, Zhou Haibing, if you don't build this villa, I'll disown you as my son!"

The phone hangs up.

The next day, Zhou Haibing received a call from villagers saying that Zhou Fuxiang was sitting under the locust tree in front of his house from morning till night, refusing to eat or drink, and ignoring everyone who tried to persuade him, saying he was going on a hunger strike.

Having no other choice, Zhou Haibing scraped together money from various sources, took out a loan from a bank, and postponed the progress of several of the company's projects. He managed to raise enough money to build a three-story European-style villa in Chenjia Village.

The exterior walls are made of marble, the portico is made of Roman columns, the roof is covered with red glazed tiles, and there is a fishpond, a pavilion, and precious trees brought from other places in the yard.

On the day the villa was completed, Zhou Fuxiang set off 30,000 yuan worth of firecrackers at the entrance, and the firecracker debris covered half a street.

Zhou Fuxiang took credit for the villa.

He led the elderly men and women from the village on a tour, pointing to the marble wall and saying, "This is imported."

Pointing to the Roman columns, he said, "This was designed by a designer from the provincial capital." Pointing to the fishpond, he said, "These are koi carp, each costing several thousand yuan."

He treated the entire village to a three-day feast, telling everyone how wonderful the villa was, but he never once said, "This was built for me by my son."

He said, "What do you think of my house, Zhou Fuxiang's?"

A neighbor asked him, "Uncle Fuxiang, this villa must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Zhou Fuxiang waved his hand dismissively: "What's money? I'm not short of money."