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

Zhou Haibing did the same thing on the other two games Zhou Dongsheng was playing.

Change password, log out, cancel account application – leave none behind.

How much money did Zhou Dongsheng spend on these game accounts?

Zhou Haibing didn't know the exact number, but he could roughly estimate it.

That one time he used his bank card to top up his account, he spent 300,000 yuan. In the following years, he asked for a lot more money, so it must have been more than one million yuan.

Including in-game skins, equipment, and various virtual items, the total value of these accounts is at least two to three million.

Two or three million dollars to buy a bunch of virtual data, a bunch of things that you can see but can't touch.

And now, all of those things are gone.

Zhou Haibing picked up Zhang Lijuan's phone again and opened the game she was playing.

The game Zhang Lijuan played was similar to Zhou Dongsheng's, with almost identical user interfaces.

Zhou Haibing followed suit, changing her password, logging out, and submitting a cancellation request, thus disposing of her account as well.

Zhang Lijuan's account wasn't as valuable as Zhou Dongsheng's, but it still held several hundred thousand yuan.

When they wake up and find that all their game accounts have been deleted, they will definitely be extremely frustrated.

After dealing with the game accounts, Zhou Haibing began packing up the computer.

The two computers in front of Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan were purchased for them by Zhou Haibing for over 50,000 yuan.

Top-of-the-line processor, top-of-the-line graphics card, top-of-the-line monitor, as well as a mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, headset, microphone, and a complete set of peripherals.

With a thought, Zhou Haibing activated everything on the two computer desks—

The monitor, keyboard, mouse, headphones, mouse pad, and computer case—all vanished into thin air and entered the Shennong Space.

The computer desk and the two gaming chairs were also taken away.

Zhou Haibing didn't leave any other things in the bedroom untouched either.

The wardrobe against the wall was filled with Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan's clothes, most of which were bought for them by Zhou Haibing: brand-name T-shirts, hoodies, jeans, and sneakers, filling the entire wardrobe.

Zhou Haibing waved his hand and took them all.

The bed is a two-meter leather bed, which Zhou Haibing also bought. The mattress, sheets, quilt, and pillows are all stored in the space.

A bedside table, a lamp, a charger, and two picture frames on the bedside table—

Inside is a photo of Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan—I've collected them all.

All the bottles and jars, cosmetics, skincare products, hair dryers, and curling irons on the dressing table were collected.

I collected everything from the TV cabinet: the TV, the game console, the controller, and several game disc cases.

The curtains were pulled down from the rod and taken in, the carpet was rolled up and taken in, and the decorative paintings hanging on the wall were taken down and taken in.

Even the bedroom door wasn't spared; Zhou Haibing removed the door from the hinges and stored it away.

Zhou Haibing walked around the entire house, from the bedroom to the study, and from the study to the living room.

From the living room to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the bathroom, everything that can be seen is included in the Shennong Space.

The computer, bookshelves, books, documents, and stationery in the study were all put away.

The living room includes the sofa, coffee table, TV cabinet, TV, stereo, air conditioner, dining table, dining chairs, sideboard, and all the dishes, plates, and cups in the cupboard.

Everything in the refrigerator, washing machine, dryer, water heater, toilet, sink, shower head, towels on the towel rack, and toothbrush in the toothbrush cup was taken away.

They even took the clothes rack on the balcony and the few clothes hanging on it.

In just over ten minutes, the 140-square-meter house was completely emptied, leaving not a single item behind, inside or out.

All that remained were bare cement walls, exposed wires and pipes, and two hypnotized young people.

Zhou Haibing also put away Zhou Dongsheng's and Zhang Lijuan's cell phones.

He didn't put it into the Shennong Space, but instead stuffed it into a backpack along with the phones of Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, and Zhao Shuzhen.

He zipped up his backpack and carried it in his hand.

After doing all this, Zhou Haibing looked at Zhou Dongsheng's empty face, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time surged up again.

He put his backpack by the door, walked back to the bedroom, and took out his belt.

The belt is genuine leather, black, and I've used it for several years. It's just the right firmness and feels heavy in my hand.

He folded it in half, gripped the buckle end, and stood in front of Zhou Dongsheng.

He raised his belt and lashed it out hard.

Snapped!

The belt slammed down on Zhou Dongsheng's shoulder with a crisp sound, and a red mark immediately appeared on Zhou Dongsheng's T-shirt.

Zhou Dongsheng's body swayed slightly, but he didn't react in any other way. He didn't shout, didn't flinch, and didn't even frown.

His eyes remained empty, and his expression remained blank.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Zhou Haibing continued whipping the belt, each strike landing on Zhou Dongsheng's back, shoulders, and arms, each blow carrying with it the anger, humiliation, and chilling feelings he had accumulated over the past twenty years.

As he smoked, he said, "Say it, say you're a bastard."

Zhou Dongsheng opened his mouth, his voice as flat as if he were reading a textbook:

"I'm a bastard."

Snapped!

"Speak louder."

"I'm a bastard."

Zhou Dongsheng's voice was a little louder, but it still lacked any emotion, like a robot executing voice commands.

Snapped!

"Keep talking, tell me you're an ingrate."

"I'm an ingrate."

Snapped!

"Say you're sorry to me."

"I, Zhou Dongsheng, am sorry!"

Snapped!

Zhou Haibing lashed out with his belt again, this time striking Zhou Dongsheng on the back with such force that the belt made a hissing sound.

Zhou Dongsheng's T-shirt was ripped open, revealing a red, swollen mark on his exposed skin that had begun to bleed.

But he still didn't react; his expression remained unchanged, his voice unchanged, and he continued to say what Zhou Haibing had told him to say:

"I, Zhou Dongsheng, have let you down. I'm a worthless wretch, an ingrate. I deserve to be beaten."

Zhou Haibing slapped Zhou Dongsheng more than a dozen times until his hand ached. Zhou Dongsheng's upper body was bruised and battered, his T-shirt torn to shreds, and his exposed skin was covered with red, swollen, and bleeding marks.

He threw the belt on the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Looking at Zhou Dongsheng's face, which had been slapped beyond recognition, he finally felt his anger subside.

That bastard, that ingrate, that bastard who's been waiting for him to die—I wonder if he'll ever reappear after I'm reborn. If he does, I'll definitely find another chance to teach that ingrate a lesson.

"Zhou Dongsheng, lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

Zhou Dongsheng stood up from the chair, mechanically walked to the open space in the center of the bedroom, and lay down.

He lay down on the cold, hard cement floor, closed his eyes, and his breathing quickly became even and deep.

"Zhang Lijuan, lie down on the floor and go to sleep."

Zhang Lijuan also stood up from her chair, walked to Zhou Dongsheng's side, and lay down.

Zhou Haibing glanced at them one last time, then turned and walked out of the empty house.

He carried the backpack containing six cell phones, stepped into the elevator, and went down to the underground parking garage.

There were three cars parked in the underground garage.

His black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and the two cars he bought for Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan.

Zhou Dongsheng's car is a BMW 5 Series, worth over 600,000 yuan, silver, parked in parking space number 12 in section B.

Zhang Lijuan's car is a white Mercedes-Benz C-Class, costing over 500,000 yuan, parked in parking space number 13 in section B.

Zhou Haibing walked over to the two cars and reached out to touch the BMW's hood.

These two cars cost over a million yuan in total, and he has now gotten all the money he spent back.

With a thought, the two cars vanished into thin air and entered the Shennong Space.

He parked them next to the previous cars, neatly lining them up alongside the Porsche, BMW X7, MINI Cooper, and Porsche 911.

Now only his black Mercedes remains in the underground parking garage.

He opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and placed his backpack full of cell phones on the passenger seat.

Next, he would take revenge on his arrogant, lazy, and domineering brother-in-law...