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

Zhang Lijuan called out twice but received no response from Zhou Dongsheng, finally realizing that something was wrong.

She turned her head to look and found Zhou Dongsheng sitting motionless in the chair, staring straight ahead like a wax figure.

"Dongsheng?" Zhang Lijuan nudged Zhou Dongsheng's arm. "What's wrong?"

Zhou Dongsheng did not respond.

Zhang Lijuan frowned, her voice rising several octaves: "Zhou Dongsheng! What are you doing?!"

There was still no response.

Zhang Lijuan finally turned to look at Zhou Haibing, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible panic:

"Dad, what's wrong with Dongsheng?"

Zhou Haibing looked at Zhang Lijuan's face. This daughter-in-law's face hadn't changed much since the first time he saw her: big eyes, a pointed chin, and fair skin.

She's fairly pretty, but her beauty looks fake, like she stepped out of a beauty camera filter.

He smiled and said, "Dongsheng is fine."

Then his gaze locked onto Zhang Lijuan's eyes.

The instant Zhang Lijuan's pupils met his gaze, they underwent the exact same change as Zhou Dongsheng's—

First, it clenched sharply, then quickly enlarged, the muscles around the eye sockets relaxed, and the expression on the face changed from confusion to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to blankness.

Her body swayed, like a tree being blown by the wind, and then slowly stabilized, but that stability was dead, lifeless, as if it had been fixed in place from the inside by something.

Her eyes were empty too.

Two young men in their twenties sat side by side in front of the computer. The game screen was still lit up, and the shouts of their teammates could still be heard through their headphones, but they could no longer hear anything.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, their bodies motionless, like two empty shells from which their souls had been ripped out.

Zhou Haibing reached out and took off the headphones from Zhou Dongsheng's head, and then took off the headphones from Zhang Lijuan's head.

The game sounds stopped, and the bedroom became quiet, with only the hum of the computer fan remaining.

He walked up to Zhou Dongsheng, bent down, and took the phone out of Zhou Dongsheng's pants pocket.

A brand new iPhone with a matte screen protector and a phone case featuring a game character.

"Zhou Dongsheng, unlock your phone."

Zhou Dongsheng's finger twitched, slowly lifting up and pressing the home button on the phone.

The fingerprint unlock was successful, the screen lit up, and the wallpaper was a selfie of Zhang Lijuan.

"What's the password?"

"470321".

Zhou Dongsheng's voice was exactly the same as Wang Jinshan's, Sun Guiying's, and Zhao Shuzhen's, as bland as a glass of plain water, devoid of any emotion.

Zhou Haibing entered 470321 and unlocked his phone.

He first opened WeChat and browsed through the chat history.

Zhou Dongsheng's WeChat wasn't very interesting; most of it consisted of game groups, and a few chat logs with Zhang Lijuan.

The content is nothing more than nonsense like "Bring me some food," "What are we having for dinner tonight," and "Where are you?"

He had quite a few chat logs with Sun Guiying, but after flipping through a few pages, Zhou Haibing didn't see anything of much value. It was mostly just Sun Guiying asking him if he wanted to go home for dinner.

Zhou Haibing exited WeChat and opened Alipay.

The number in Yu'ebao popped up: more than 487,000.

He then opened WeChat Pay, and the balance in his wallet was over 330,000.

The two together cost over 800,000.

More than eight hundred thousand.

Less than a month ago, Zhou Dongsheng called him, saying he was out of money and asked him to transfer one million yuan.

Without saying a word, he transferred one million.

In just over three weeks, they've already spent over 100,000 yuan.

That spendthrift son does nothing proper, never goes to work, never earns a penny, all he knows how to do is spend money, spend Zhou Haibing's money, and he does it with a clear conscience and a sense of righteousness.

Zhou Haibing looked at the balance of over 800,000 yuan on his phone screen, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Then he asked, "Zhou Dongsheng, what's your Alipay payment password?"

"618043".

"What's your WeChat Pay password?"

"274096".

Zhou Haibing entered the password, opened the Alipay transfer function, entered Sun Guiying's bank card number, and transferred 487,000.

Confirmed, transfer successful.

He then opened WeChat Pay and transferred 330,000.

Confirmed, transfer successful.

More than 800,000 yuan was transferred out.

After transferring the money, Zhou Haibing browsed through the banking apps on Zhou Dongsheng's phone.

Zhou Dongsheng has two bank cards, one with over 100,000 yuan in it and the other with only a few thousand yuan in it, totaling less than 200,000 yuan.

He transferred all of his assets away.

After dealing with Zhou Dongsheng's phone, Zhou Haibing turned to Zhang Lijuan.

"Zhang Lijuan, hand over your phone."

Zhang Lijuan mechanically took a pink cell phone from the drawer of her computer desk and handed it over.

Her movements were exactly the same as Zhao Shuzhen's: slow, stiff, and soulless.

"What's the password?"

"1209." A four-digit password, ridiculously simple.

Zhou Haibing unlocked Zhang Lijuan's phone.

She has over 80,000 yuan in her Alipay account and over 30,000 yuan in her WeChat Wallet, totaling 110,000 to 120,000 yuan.

Zhou Haibing asked for her payment password—Zhang Lijuan's payment password was her birthday, 0806—and then transferred all of the more than 110,000 yuan away.

Zhang Lijuan still had over 20,000 yuan in her bank card, and Zhou Haibing transferred it all without hesitation.

After transferring the money, Zhou Haibing looked at the two young people sitting side by side in front of him, and an idea popped into his head.

The most important thing in these two people's lives is playing video games; they live solely to play video games.

All their sense of accomplishment comes from the game. In the game, they are praised as masters, called big shots, worshipped, and envied.

Gaming is their life, their everything.

What if these game accounts are gone?

Zhou Haibing picked up Zhou Dongsheng's phone and opened the games he was playing.

He didn't understand the game's interface, but he found "Settings" and at the very bottom of the settings, he found the "Logout Account" option.

A pop-up notification box appears:

"After deleting your account, you will permanently lose all data associated with that account, including your character, equipment, skins, items, recharge records, etc. This action is irreversible."

"Confirm cancellation?"

Zhou Haibing clicked "Confirm".

Another prompt box popped up, asking for a payment password for identity verification.

Zhou Dongsheng already knew the payment password: 618043. Enter it.

"The account cancellation application has been submitted and will be officially cancelled in 30 days. You can log in to the account during this period to cancel the cancellation application."

30 days.

Zhou Haibing couldn't wait 30 days; he would be reborn tomorrow. He couldn't control what would happen after 30 days, but he couldn't give Zhou Dongsheng the opportunity to cancel the registration.

He thought for a moment, then clicked on the "Change Password" function in the game.

把周东升的游戏帐号密码改成了一个他随便编的乱码——h4k8s2n1m9q7——然后退出了登录。

Even if Zhou Dongsheng woke up and wanted to log in to cancel his account, he couldn't log in because the password had been changed.

Retrieving the password requires a mobile phone verification code, but the phone is in Zhou Haibing's possession, and Zhou Dongsheng cannot obtain it.