Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

Liu Guangming paused upon hearing this.

He didn't say anything, but quickly ate a few more mouthfuls of rice, pushed the bowl away, and stood up.

"Sister, brother-in-law, you two eat first, I'm going out for a bit."

Zhou Dehou looked at it and couldn't help but give a word of advice:

"Take it easy, it's late at night."

"Zhao Youcai is a mad dog now, don't go head-to-head with him."

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, I know what I'm doing."

......

The old police family compound in Chengguan Town is a red brick building with poor sound insulation.

As soon as Liu Guangming got downstairs, he heard a series of loud crashes as pots and pans slammed to the ground.

Then came a woman's shrill crying and cursing.

"Zhao Youcai, how could I have been so blind as to marry such a scoundrel!"

"After all these years, I finally became the deputy director. I thought my daughter and I could finally enjoy a few days of comfort!"

"You, on the other hand, always act like a big shot outside!"

"All those despicable things you did behind the scenes, now they can't be kept in the dark anymore!"

"They've sent him to guard the reservoir! Half of your meager monthly salary has been docked, and now people point and whisper about him whenever he goes out. How am I supposed to live like this?!"

Inside the house, Zhao Xiaojun's mother, Wang Xiulan, with her hair disheveled, was stuffing clothes from the closet into a large mesh bag.

She stuffed the food in her mouth while wiping away tears.

Zhao Youcai, wearing a tank top, sat arrogantly on a peeling faux leather sofa, with shards of broken glass under his feet.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face flushed and his neck bulging as he roared back:

"What do you know, you old woman! This is called a job transfer!"

"Once things calm down, I'm sure I can get transferred back!"

"Transfer me back? Dream on!"

Wang Xiulan forcefully shoved the net bag onto her shoulder.

"You and Chen Jianguo were in cahoots, but when things went wrong, Chen Jianguo didn't lose a single hair, and what about you? You were thrown away like a rag!"

"I'm telling you, Zhao Youcai, I'm not going to live this awful life anymore! I'm going back to my parents' house!"

Wang Xiulan burst through the half-closed door and rushed down the stairs without looking back.

Liu Guangming had just reached the stairwell.

Wang Xiulan didn't notice Liu Guangming; she was too busy wiping her tears to pay attention and hurriedly went downstairs.

Liu Guangming walked to the door and looked inside.

In the messy living room, Zhao Xiaojun huddled by the dining table, head down, saying nothing.

Zhao Youcai was verbally abused by his wife, who then drove her away. He was filled with resentment and anger.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Xiaojun next to him.

"You little brat, what are you pretending to be dead for!"

Zhao Youcai threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stood up abruptly, and started cursing at Zhao Xiaojun.

"I've ended up like this because of you!"

"You hang out with that little bastard Liu Guangming every day. He tricked your dad into working as a reservoir guard, and you still have the nerve to follow him around!"

"Are you even my biological child?!"

Zhao Youcai grew angrier as he spoke, and walked over and slammed his hand on the dining table.

"Tomorrow you'd better go and smash up Liu Guangming's stall! Otherwise, don't call me your father!"

Zhao Xiaojun, who had been keeping his head down, trembled twice on his shoulders.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted at Zhao Youcai.

"What are you smashing! Brother Guangming is running a legitimate business! It's you who's embezzling and breaking the law!"

"Let's not talk about anything else, just getting Brother Guangming thrown in jail—what you've done, which one of them is humane!"

"You deserve to be a gatekeeper at the reservoir!"

Zhao Xiaojun's words froze Zhao Youcai in place, his face trembling.

This is outrageous! I can't beat Liu Guangming, but I can at least deal with you, you little brat!

He looked around, then pulled out his leather belt from his waist, broke it in two, and lashed it at Zhao Xiaojun.

"I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful bastard!"

The belt whistled down, accompanied by the sound of wind.

Zhao Xiaojun gritted his teeth, neither dodging nor flinching, and closed his eyes.

"Snapped!"

A muffled thud.

The belt did not strike Zhao Xiaojun.

A hand with distinct knuckles gripped the other end of the leather belt tightly.

Zhao Youcai was taken aback and looked over the belt.

Liu Guangming stood by the door, holding his belt with one hand, his face expressionless.

"Uncle Zhao, you've grown even more imposing in just a few days!"

"Now that you can't act tough at the police station, you're taking it out on your son at home?"

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he forcefully pulled the belt from Zhao Youcai's hand and threw it on the ground.

"Brother Guangming?"

Zhao Xiaojun opened his eyes.

Zhao Youcai recognized Liu Guangming, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Liu Guangming! You little bastard, how dare you come to my house!"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this state!"

Zhao Youcai took a step forward, clenched his fist, and was about to make a move.

Liu Guangming stood still, without moving an inch.

"Try touching me."

Liu Guangming spoke in a flat tone.

"Believe it or not, if I take one punch from you today, you won't even be able to guard the reservoir gate tomorrow. I'll just rip off your clothes and send you to jail!"

Zhao Youcai's fist froze in mid-air.

He gritted his teeth, his facial muscles contorted with anger and frustration.

He naturally knew what Liu Guangming meant by those words.

Indeed, he knew that he was given the job of guarding the reservoir only because the old Party Secretary had protected him.

"If he causes any more trouble now, no one can save him."

However, Zhao Youcai naturally didn't hold back.

He roared, his voice filled with bluster but his heart was filled with fear.

"This is my family matter! It's none of Heaven's business how I discipline my own son! Get out of here!"

Liu Guangming ignored him and turned to look at Zhao Xiaojun.

"Xiaojun, I just saw your mom in the hallway. She must have gone back to her parents' house."

"You're an adult, leaving home isn't a big deal."

"Why don't you come with me?"

Zhao Xiaojun was taken aback.

After a moment of silence, he nodded vigorously.

Then he went into his room.

When he came out again, he had a military green canvas bag on his shoulder.

Clearly, even if Liu Guangming hadn't said it that way, he meant it.

"Brother Guangming, I've packed everything."

Liu Guangming nodded: "Let's go."

Zhao Youcai was a little dazed.

He immediately became agitated and pointed at Zhao Xiaojun, cursing:

"Zhao Xiaojun, if you dare step out of this door today, don't ever come back! I'll pretend I never had a son like you!"

Zhao Xiaojun, carrying his bag, walked to the door, stopped, and turned around.

"You used to be alright, but now? All you do at home is hit and yell at people. I've wanted to leave for a long time."

"If I follow Brother Guangming, I can make money honestly and uprightly, without having to deal with your shady dealings anymore."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaojun walked out the door without looking back.

Liu Guangming sneered, looking at Zhao Youcai who was trembling with anger.

"Uncle Zhao, I won't say any more. Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish."

"Is there something else? You have to hang in there!"

After Liu Guangming finished speaking, he turned around and strode away.