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

The security guard hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone, scrolled through the ride-hailing app's trip history, and read a line aloud:

"Destination - Emerald Bay Residential Complex, Block B"

When Old Liu heard the words "Emerald Bay," his eyes flickered.

"This is...the neighborhood where Mr. Wang Jinshan lives, right?"

Old Ma thought for a moment. Wang Jinshan was General Manager Zhou's childhood friend. They all knew him. During holidays, Old Wang would always come to the factory for a visit. They were just nodding acquaintances.

Since he is President Zhou's closest brother, and we can't get through to either President Zhou or Sun Guiying on their phones, and such a big thing happened at the pharmaceutical factory, President Zhou might be at Wang Jinshan's house.

Old Ma thanked the security guard, and together with Old Liu, they left the residential area, got on their electric bikes, and headed towards Binjiang Garden.

……

Meanwhile, in the living room of Wang Jinshan's home in the Emerald Bay villa area.

Wang Jinshan stood in the center of the empty living room, hands on his hips, eyes wide open, the redness and swelling on his face even more shocking in the morning light.

His lips still had dried scabs, and his left eyelid was so swollen that it squeezed his eye into a slit. He looked both angry and disheveled.

"Who did this?!" His voice echoed repeatedly in the empty room.

Zhao Shuzhen sat on the stairs, her hands covering her face, her shoulders heaving as she cried.

Her face was swollen and bruised, and blood was still seeping from the cracks on her lips, mixed with tears that dripped down her chin.

Her voice came through her fingers, muffled and hoarse:

"Everything's gone...everything's gone...the safe's gone, all my jewelry's gone...all the jade, diamonds, Cartier...all the stuff I've saved up for most of my life..."

Sun Guiying stood to one side, leaning against the bare wall, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Her face was also swollen, but not as badly as Wang Jinshan's and Zhao Shuzhen's.

She was wearing a wrinkled, dark red dress, her hair was loose, and she was wearing men's slippers that were clearly several sizes too big.

She borrowed them from the security guard in the community this morning. The guard had a spare pair of slippers in the duty room, which she took.

The slippers were dark blue, made of plastic, and wobbled on her feet, making a clattering sound as she walked.

"My home is the same as this one." Sun Guiying's voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable weariness.

"The living room is empty, the bedroom is empty, the kitchen is empty, and all the cars are gone."

My Porsche, my NIO, and Zhou Haibing's Mercedes are all gone.

My safe was also broken into; gold bars, jewelry, jade, cash—nothing was left.

Wang Jinshan turned to look at her; his eyes, swollen to the point of being barely slits, were bloodshot.

"Do you think it could have been Zhou Haibing?"

Sun Guiying opened her mouth, but did not answer immediately.

She wanted to say, "It must be that old man," but she swallowed the words back.

She couldn't figure out how Zhou Haibing had done it. How could he have moved all the stuff from such a large villa by himself?

And how could she have fallen asleep so inexplicably when she was clearly with Zhou Haibing?

Her face was slapped like that, why didn't she feel anything at all?

"I don't know," she finally said.

Zhao Shuzhen raised her head from between her fingers, glanced at Sun Guiying, and then at Wang Jinshan.

Her voice was hoarse and shrill:

"It must have been Zhou Haibing. Think about it, the three of us have one thing in common—"

They had all met Zhou Haibing, but after meeting him, they knew nothing more. When they woke up, their faces were swollen, and their homes were empty.

If he didn't do it, who else could it be?

Wang Jinshan's expression turned even uglier.

He raised his hand and touched his face, wincing in pain, and muttered a curse under his breath.

Zhao Shuzhen continued, her voice growing increasingly shrill, with a hint of hysteria:

"But I just don't understand, how did he do that? He slapped our faces like that, and we didn't feel a thing?"

"He slapped your face until it was swollen? He slapped your face until it was swollen too? He slapped my face until it was swollen too? And both of our faces are swollen like this..." She pointed at Wang Jinshan's face, then at Sun Guiying's and her own faces.

"How many times did you have to be hit to cause this swelling? Are we dead? You can't wake up after being hit so many times? You don't even feel anything?"

Wang Jinshan fell silent.

Sun Guiying also fell silent.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds, with only Zhao Shuzhen's suppressed sobs and the faint sound of the wind blowing through the empty window frame.

"There's one more question," Wang Jinshan broke the silence, his voice low as if afraid of being overheard.

"How did he move all that stuff? How much stuff did you and we have combined?"

Sofa, coffee table, bed, wardrobe, refrigerator, TV, safe—how heavy is the safe? It's so heavy that it would be difficult for two people to lift it.

There were cars too, but all the cars are gone.

How did he manage to move all these things out of the residential compound by himself? Are the security cameras in the compound just for show? Is the security guard at the gate blind?

The three people looked at each other, none of them able to give a clear answer.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

ding dong -- ding dong --

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the gate.

Wang Jinshan tensed up and whispered, "Could it be Zhou Haibing?"

Sun Guiying's pupils contracted slightly.

Zhao Shuzhen stood up from the stairs, wiped the tears and blood from her face with the back of her hand, and stared intently at the doorway.

The three walked towards the door, with Wang Jinshan in front, Sun Guiying behind, and Zhao Shuzhen at the very back.

Wang Jinshan walked to the door, took a deep breath, and reached out to open it.

There were two people standing at the door.

Two middle-aged men wearing dark blue security uniforms, with the words "Haibing Pharmaceuticals" printed on their chests.

Both of them were covered in sweat, their faces flushed red from the sun. One of them was holding a helmet, while the other was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

It's Lao Ma and Lao Liu.

Wang Jinshan paused for a moment, then frowned.

Sun Guiying was also stunned for a moment, her face full of doubt.

She knew the two security guards, but not very well. She knew they were long-time employees of the pharmaceutical factory, but she never spoke to them first.

How did they find their way here?

Old Ma and Old Liu were also stunned when they saw the three people inside the door.

All three of them had swollen faces.

Wang Jinshan's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he could barely open his left eye.

Zhao Shuzhen's face was covered in bruises, and the scabs at the corners of her mouth were particularly glaring in the morning light;

Although Sun Guiying's face was not as badly injured as the other two, the redness and swelling and finger marks were still clearly visible.

Old Ma opened his mouth as if to ask something, but swallowed the words back down.

He felt he shouldn't ask; it wasn't his business.

Sun Guiying spoke first: "Old Liu? Old Ma? How did you find your way here?"

Her voice was high-pitched and hoarse, forced out from behind her swollen lips, sounding strange.