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

"I've looked." Sun Guiying's voice was very soft, as if it were drifting from a great distance.

"Then I fell asleep, and when I woke up, this is what happened to me."

Zhou Hailong opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his gaze swept over the other people in the conference room—

Wang Jinshan's face was swollen, Zhao Shuzhen's face was swollen, Zhou Dongsheng was covered in injuries, Sun Guiwu was covered in injuries, and none of them looked much better than him.

He shut his mouth, sat down in the empty chair next to Sun Guiying, rested his hands on his knees, and lowered his head.

The door to the large conference room opened again.

The people who came in this time made the air in the conference room suddenly drop several degrees.

Zhang Wenbin was escorted in by two police officers.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were blue, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He trembled all over in pain with every step he took.

His trousers were soaked in blood, dark red bloodstains spreading from his groin to his thighs, the trouser legs covered in a mixture of dried and undried blood, emitting a strong bloody smell.

His lower body—that area—

The police had temporarily covered it with a towel, but the towel was quickly soaked with blood, the red stains glaringly obvious.

A young police officer helped him to a chair and sat him down, while another officer went to call the medical staff.

When Zhang Wenbin sat down, he slumped back in his chair as if all his energy had been drained, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

His lips trembled incessantly, and he mumbled something indistinctly, his voice too soft to be heard.

People in the conference room looked at him; some turned their faces away, while others covered their mouths.

Zhou Dongsheng opened his eyes, glanced at them, and then closed them again.

Sun Guiwu stared at the bloodstains on Zhang Wenbin's pants for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed, and then he looked away.

Zhao Shuzhen glanced at him, her lips moved a few times, but she didn't say anything in the end.

The door to the large conference room was opened for the third time.

An Baojun was brought in by medical staff in a wheelchair.

His legs were in temporary splints below the knees, and the white bandages were soaked with blood in several places. Blood was still seeping out from under the splints at his knees.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, gripping the armrests with both hands, his knuckles white, his forehead covered in sweat, and his face contorted in a grimace.

His eyes were unfocused, his lips were chapped, and he looked like a wounded soldier who had just been carried off the battlefield.

The medical staff pushed the wheelchair to a corner. An Baojun's gaze swept around the conference room, taking in a room full of equally disheveled people.

His lips twitched, whether he wanted to laugh or cry, and in the end he said nothing and closed his eyes.

The door to the large conference room opened for the fourth time.

Li Zhigang and Xia Guilan walked in one after the other.

Both of their faces were swollen. Li Zhigang's left cheek was more swollen than his right, while Xia Guilan's cheeks were bulging high, and the scabs at the corners of her mouth had not yet been cleaned, hanging darkly on her face.

When the two walked in, they were taken aback to see so many people already sitting in the conference room.

Li Zhigang's eyes scanned the crowd and found Sun Guiying—he certainly recognized Sun Guiying, Zhou Haibing's wife.

His lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak. He pulled Xia Guilan to sit on two empty chairs in the corner.

The air in the conference room was heavy and oppressive, like the calm before a storm. Everyone's expression was different, but the underlying meaning in all their gazes was the same—

Anger, confusion, fear, and an emptiness that lingers after being betrayed by the closest person.

Some people were talking quietly, some were leaning back in their chairs with their eyes closed, some were staring blankly at the ground, and some were covering their faces and crying silently.

Zhao Shuzhen spoke first, her voice not loud, but it stood out clearly in the silence:

"You all saw Zhou Haibing too? And you were all asleep? And when you woke up, the house was empty?"

The people in the room looked at each other.

Zhou Hailong sat next to Sun Guiying, his voice muffled and hoarse:

"I met him, and he said he wanted to talk to me about washing—to talk about something. Then I don't remember anything."

I woke up lying on the floor, covered in injuries, and the house was empty.

Zhang Wenbin propped himself up slightly from the back of his chair, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, as if it were coming from underground:

"Me too... He came to me and said he wanted to talk about a collaboration... and then I don't remember anything... When I woke up, my lower body was..."

He didn't finish his sentence; tears slid down his cheeks and streamed down his pale face.

He turned his head away so that no one could see his face.

An Baojun leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes closed, his voice hoarse and strained, as if squeezed out from between his teeth:

"He came to me and said he wanted to show me a painting... a painting by Tang Bohu... and then I remembered nothing... I woke up with my leg broken... and the house was empty..."

Li Zhigang's swollen lips moved a few times, his voice muffled and unclear:

"He came to see me... saying he wanted to bring me a pot of some kind of succulent... a white-skinned Luna jasmine..."

I was so happy to hear that... and then I don't remember anything... I woke up lying on the floor, my face was swollen, and the house was empty...

Xia Guilan sobbed beside her, her voice broken and intermittent:

"Me too... He glanced at me... and then I don't remember anything..."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Sun Guiying's voice rang out first, sharp and hoarse, carrying an indescribable anger and grievance:

"My family too... He said he wanted to talk to me about company matters, so I sat down, and then I don't remember anything... When I woke up, my face was swollen like this... and my home was gone..."

Wang Jinshan followed, his voice muffled but his tone heavy:

"Same here. He came to my house and said he wanted to talk to me about a collaboration. While we were drinking tea, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the house was empty and my face was swollen."

Zhou Dongsheng opened his eyes, his voice muffled, as if he were speaking through a wall:

"He came to my house and said he had something to tell me... and then I don't remember anything. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor, covered in injuries, and the house was empty."

Sun Guiwu's voice came from the other row, urgent and forceful:

"Me too! He came to my house and said he wanted to give me a motorcycle—no, he said he wanted to buy me a motorcycle—"

Then I remembered nothing! I woke up covered in injuries, and my house was empty!

Sun Guixiang then spoke up as well:

"Me too. He called and told me he bought me an LV bag. After seeing him, I inexplicably fell asleep. When I woke up, I found my face swollen from being slapped, and my house had been emptied!"

The narratives of the people in the room were like different versions of the same script—

Zhou Haibing contacted them, said some things that were hard to refuse, looked at them, and then nothing happened.

When they woke up, everyone was on the floor, almost everyone was injured, and everyone's home was an empty shell.

Zhao Shuzhen suddenly spoke up.