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

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.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it stood out clearly amidst the hushed whispers and sobs, like a dull knife scraping against glass—rough, grating, each word carrying a gnashing hatred.

"Tell me, how did Zhou Haibing do that? He's not a god, how could one person move all the belongings from our nine families in one day?"

"Does he do magic tricks or something? I still can't figure it out."

No one could answer her.

Captain Fang walked in from outside the conference room, holding a folder in his hand, his face solemn.

His gaze swept across the conference room, taking in the swollen, scarred faces, the people who had lost everything overnight, and his heart sank.

He cleared his throat, his voice neither too loud nor too soft: "Quiet down for a moment, let me first tell you about the situation we have so far."

The meeting room gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"According to our current statistics, there are nine complainants—to be precise, nine properties have been emptied." Captain Fang opened the folder, his gaze rising from the paper.

"Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, Zhao Shuzhen, Zhou Dongsheng, Zhang Lijuan, Sun Guiwu, Ma Hongxia, Sun Guixiang, Liu Hongbo, Zhou Hailong, Zhang Wenbin, An Baojun, Li Zhigang, Xia Guilan—"

There are fourteen of you, from nine households. Everyone's situation is basically the same:

He had seen Zhou Haibing before he lost consciousness.

After seeing Zhou Haibing, they all lost consciousness and slept for almost a day and a night.

When I woke up, the house had been completely emptied.

Captain Fang paused, turned the folder to a new page, his gaze lingered on the paper for a moment, and then continued:

"Our colleagues in the Economic Crime Investigation Division have already checked; all the funds in your bank accounts have been transferred to Sun Guiying's bank card."

Then the money was transferred from Sun Guiying's card to three company accounts—Yuzhu Agricultural Technology Company, Zhiqiang Hardware Company, and Changhe Department Store.

The legal representatives of these three companies are Hao Yuzhu, Kong Zhiqiang, and Liu Changhe.

All three are Zhou Haibing's friends; they've known each other for many years.

Wang Jinshan interjected, his voice urgent and agitated: "Then hurry up and arrest those three! They definitely know where Zhou Haibing is!"

Captain Fang glanced at him, but didn't respond, his tone remaining calm and unhurried:

"We have contacted these three people, and they are on their way to the police station. We will question them in detail when they arrive."

In addition, the economic crime investigation team is still investigating the specific flow of funds, and will report back as soon as they have the results.

He closed the folder, his voice becoming more composed: "Based on all the evidence and clues currently available, all points to Zhou Haibing."

Although we don't yet know exactly what methods he used to move so many things, the case is inextricably linked to him.

The most important thing right now is to find Zhou Haibing himself.

Hao Yuzhu, Kong Zhiqiang, and Liu Changhe were among the last group of people to have large financial dealings with Zhou Haibing, and they likely know his whereabouts.

As soon as Captain Fang finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

A young police officer pushed open the door, holding a mobile phone in his hand. He walked to Captain Fang's side and whispered a few words.

Captain Fang's expression changed.

He took the phone from the young policeman, listened to it for more than ten seconds, and when he put the phone down, his face had sunk to the bottom.

He turned around, looked at everyone in the conference room, and finally his gaze landed on An Baojun's face.

"An Baojun," Captain Fang's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"The police station just received a report that all five of your jewelry stores were robbed last night."

Gold, jewelry, and gold bars in the safe—all gone.

The store's surveillance equipment was also removed.

An Baojun's face suddenly turned from pale to ashen.

His eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled violently, and he felt as if something had struck his chest, causing him to lurch forward and nearly fall off his wheelchair.

His voice was no longer a voice; it was more like a roar squeezed from the deepest part of his throat, a roar that didn't seem to be produced by a human, long and sharp, like a wild beast that had been stabbed and was struggling in its death throes.

"My jewelry store—my jewelry store—my decades of hard work—gone—all gone—!"

He kept pounding on the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands, his fingernails scraping off the paint.

He struggled frantically, the two makeshift splints buckled in the struggle, the bandages loosened, and blood began to seep from his knees again.

Medical staff rushed over and held him down to prevent him from moving.

An Baojun's tears streamed down his face, and he kept repeating the same sentence:

"It's over...it's all over...my life is over..."

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

As Zhou Hailong turned his face away, his eyes met Wang Jinxing's, and both of them saw the same thing in each other's eyes—fear.

It wasn't fear of An Baojun, it was fear of myself.

An Baojun's gold shop is gone, so what about theirs?

Is there anything else besides the house being emptied?

Captain Fang's face turned ashen, and just as he was about to say something, his phone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, listened for a few words, and his expression darkened further.

This time, after he hung up the phone, he looked at Li Zhigang.

"Li Zhigang," Captain Fang's voice was still calm and emotionless, but everyone could hear the underlying tension.

"Your four chain supermarkets and one warehouse were all looted last night."

Li Zhigang suddenly jumped up from his chair, his face swelling up even more grotesque as the blood pooled around him.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, his lips were trembling, and his voice was loud and shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on:

"Impossible! My supermarket is open 24 hours! We have staff on duty at night! How could it have been completely looted!"

His voice was so loud that Xia Guilan, who was next to him, covered her ears and shrank back.

His face went from swollen to red, then to purple, and the veins on his neck bulged out one by one, like earthworms crawling under his skin.

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was pushed open from the outside.

Two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, wearing supermarket employee uniforms walked in, their faces showing fatigue and fear.

The man's hair was a complete mess, like a bird's nest, he had droopy eye bags, and a stubble beard.

The woman's eyes were red, clearly she had been crying, and she was clutching a cell phone tightly in her hand, her knuckles were white.