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

Two people were lying on the floor in the center of the living room—Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen.

The two people lay side by side, motionless, like two neatly arranged corpses.

Wang Jinshan's face was facing the ceiling, while Zhao Shuzhen's face was turned to the side, facing the original direction of the sofa.

Both of them were wearing yesterday's clothes; Wang Jinshan was wearing a dark blue polo shirt, and Zhao Shuzhen was wearing a floral dress.

Sun Guiying walked over quickly, squatted down, and when she saw Wang Jinshan's face, her heart clenched.

Wang Jinshan's face was ten times more swollen than hers.

That once well-maintained, rosy-cheeked face was now completely unrecognizable—

My left cheek was swollen like it was stuffed with a steamed bun, and my right cheek wasn't much better. My lips were cracked in several places, and the blood had dried and formed dark red scabs on my lips and chin.

His nose was crooked, tilted to the left at an odd angle, and there was dried blood all around his nostrils.

Both of his eye sockets were bruised, so bruised they looked like purple, as if he had been punched hard.

Sun Guiying quickly ran over, squatted down, and first nudged Wang Jinshan.

"Jinshan! Jinshan! Wake up!"

Wang Jinshan did not respond.

"Brother Jinshan!" Sun Guiying reached out and nudged Wang Jinshan's shoulder. "Brother Jinshan! Wake up!"

Wang Jinshan did not respond.

She pushed a few more times, harder, and shouted, "Brother Jinshan! It's me! Wake up!"

Wang Jinshan's finger twitched, and then his eyelids began to move, trembled a few times, and slowly opened.

Those eyes were cloudy and blank, as if they were trying to focus.

He saw Sun Guiying's face and froze. His lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he hissed in pain and reached out to touch his face.

"Don't touch it!" Sun Guiying grabbed his hand. "It's swollen; touching it will only make it hurt more."

Beside her, Zhao Shuzhen also woke up.

She woke up a little slower than Wang Jinshan. First, she moved her fingers, then her body curled up slightly, she let out a muffled groan, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Her face was as swollen as Wang Jinshan's, or even worse—her left cheek was so swollen she couldn't open her eye, and blood from the corner of her mouth flowed down her chin to her neck, drying into a dark red line.

Zhao Shuzhen got up from the ground, looked around blankly, then looked at her own hands, and then saw Sun Guiying. Her voice was hoarse and soft:

"Guiying? What are you doing here? Where's Haibing?"

When Sun Guiying heard the words "sea ice," her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly asked, "Has Hai Bing been here before?"

Zhao Shuzhen rubbed her temples, looking puzzled:

"He's here. Just now... He came to see Jinshan about something. We were talking in the living room, and then... then I don't remember anything. How did I fall asleep?"

Wang Jinshan also sat up, covering his swollen face, his voice muffled:

"Yes, Haibing came. He said he had something urgent to tell us... I... I don't remember anything after that. How did I end up sleeping on the floor?"

Sun Guiying's face turned pale.

Zhou Haibing came here, and then Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen inexplicably fell asleep. When they woke up, their house had been emptied.

The same thing happened at her own home—Zhou Haibing said he wanted to discuss something with her, and then she lost consciousness. When she woke up, the house was empty.

This is no coincidence.

"Your home..." Sun Guiying stood up, pointing to the empty living room, her voice trembling slightly.

"You guys should take a look at your house."

Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen then noticed the scene around them.

Wang Jinshan's neck seemed rusty as he slowly turned it around, his eyes scanning from left to right, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

"This...this..."

He couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Shuzhen's reaction was even more direct; she sprang up from the ground and rushed out without even putting on her shoes.

She ran to the restaurant, but it was empty.

I ran to the kitchen, but it was empty.

He ran to the stairwell, glanced at the second floor, and then rushed up the stairs like a madman.

Wang Jinshan also stood up. His legs were a little weak, and he swayed twice as he stood up, almost falling over.

Sun Guiying helped him up, but he didn't say thank you. He shook off her hand and staggered towards the stairs.

The two of them went up to the second floor one after the other.

The door to the master bedroom was open. They rushed in and saw exactly the same thing Sun Guiying had seen at her house—it was empty.

The bed is gone, the wardrobe is gone, the bedside table is gone, the lamp is gone, the curtains are gone, the carpet is gone.

The walk-in closet door was wide open, and the inside was completely empty. The clothes racks that had held hundreds of designer clothes were gone, the bag cabinets that had held dozens of bags were gone, and the watch cabinets that had held dozens of watches were gone.

Zhao Shuzhen knelt on the floor of the dressing room, pounding her fists on the ground, and cried out:

"My jewelry! My jade! My watch! My bag! My Hermès! My Chanel! All gone! All gone!"

Wang Jinshan didn't cry, but the expression on his face was even more unpleasant than if he had cried.

He leaned against the wall and walked step by step to the innermost wall of the dressing room, where his safe was located.

The safe was gone, leaving a square groove in the wall with exposed brickwork inside, as if someone had ripped a piece of flesh out of the wall.

"My safe..." Wang Jinshan's voice was dry, like sandpaper scraping against glass.

"There are tens of millions of dollars worth of gold bars and cash inside..."

Zhao Shuzhen scrambled to her feet, rushed to Wang Jinshan, grabbed his collar, and her voice was as sharp as fingernails scratching a blackboard:

"Didn't you say this house was safe? Didn't you say no one could open your safe?! Where's the stuff?! Where did it all go?!"

Wang Jinshan was shaken from side to side by her. His swollen face showed no expression, but his eyes were red, and something was swollen in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, shoved Zhao Shuzhen away, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You're asking me?! I want to know where the stuff went too!"

Zhao Shuzhen was pushed back a few steps by him and bumped into the wall. Her shoulder hurt terribly, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

She leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, covered her face, and began to cry. Her sobs echoed in the empty room, mournful and desperate.

Wang Jinshan stood in front of the safe's recess, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh, and the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He turned around, looked at the empty walk-in closet, at Zhao Shuzhen kneeling on the ground crying, and then at Sun Guiying standing blankly at the door. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Who is it?!" His voice was as loud as thunder, exploding in the empty room and making the walls vibrate.

"Which bastard stole everything from my house?!"