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

Who would dare to kidnap Zhou Hailong?

To put it bluntly, it's more likely that Zhou Hailong would kidnap someone else; the idea of ​​him being kidnapped is less likely than the sun rising in the west.

But Zhou Fuxiang didn't believe it.

He handed the phone to one of the "kidnappers," who used a voice changer to say some frightening things, saying that if they didn't give him 30 million, they would kill him.

Zhou Fuxiang was so frightened he almost fainted, and while crying, he said to Zhou Haibing:

"Hai Bing, you have to think of something! Thirty million, give me that, and save your brother!"

Zhou Haibing said:

"Dad, this is probably a hoax, something Hailong did himself. You know what kind of person he is, what wouldn't he do?"

Zhou Fuxiang immediately turned hostile and started cursing on the other end of the phone:

"Zhou Haibing, are you even human? Your brother was kidnapped and you actually said he did it himself?"

Even the worst bastard wouldn't risk his life! If you don't want to pay, fine, but don't make baseless accusations!

Zhou Haibing said:

"Then call the police. Let the police handle it. If it's a real kidnapping, the police have better options than we do."

"No!" Zhou Fuxiang's voice was shrill and frightening, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Absolutely do not call the police! The kidnappers said they'll kill him if they do! If you call the police, you'll be killing your brother!"

Zhou Haibing argued with his father on the phone for over an hour that night. At the end of the argument, Zhou Fuxiang uttered his last words:

"Zhou Haibing, if you don't help me, I'll jump off this building right now, you believe me?"

Zhou Haibing's letter.

He was worried that his father might actually jump off the building.

He took the money and, following the "kidnapper's" instructions, packed the 30 million yuan in cash into several large suitcases and placed them in an abandoned factory.

The next day, Zhou Hailong returned unharmed.

He was wearing a newly bought leather jacket, his hair was styled with hair wax, and he had a smile on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he called out, "Dad, I'm home."

Zhou Fuxiang hugged him and cried, then looked him up and down several times to make sure not a single hair was missing before he felt relieved.

Zhou Hailong glanced at Zhou Haibing, who stood expressionless beside him, and called out "Big Brother" with a smile. There was something indescribable in that smile, like smugness or mockery.

Zhou Haibing didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Later, when Zhou Hailong was drinking with a group of cronies, he got drunk and let it slip.

He said that he orchestrated the kidnapping himself, and that he and a few of his brothers staged it all themselves.

The "kidnapper" was his second brother's brother-in-law; the voice changer was bought online; and the abandoned factory was the hometown of one of his friends.

After receiving the 30 million, he split it with his brothers. He took 20 million, and the remaining 10 million was divided among them.

He then said something that made everyone present laugh:

"My older brother is such an idiot, he didn't notice anything at all, and he was so worried he couldn't sleep, hahaha."

Zhou Haibing heard this from a friend.

That friend was also at the table at the time. After hearing this, he felt something was wrong and secretly told Zhou Haibing.

Zhou Haibing went to question Zhou Hailong.

Zhou Hailong showed no remorse or even panic.

He leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, squinted at Zhou Haibing, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and then uttered four words:

"Just kidding."

just kidding.

Thirty million, just kidding.

Zhou Haibing didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of Zhou Hailong's villa.

From that day on, he secretly distanced himself from his younger brother.

But because his father was still alive, and because the phrase "blood is thicker than water" still weighed on his heart, he kept enduring, kept yielding, and kept backing down.

Now he doesn't need to endure it anymore.

The car drove into an upscale villa area. The houses here were larger than those of the previous group, and the villas were far apart, ensuring a high level of privacy.

Zhou Haibing's car stopped in front of a detached villa. The wrought iron gate was tightly closed. He glanced out the car window and saw that the villa was dark. Zhou Hailong had not returned yet.

He honked the horn twice and waited for about two or three minutes before the roar of an engine came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

A black Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG turned from the main road of the residential area, its large body resembling a mobile fortress as it rumbled along.

The car window rolled down, and Zhou Hailong's face appeared behind it.

He wore sunglasses, a black polo shirt with the collar turned up, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and his Rolex rainbow watch, which he never took off, on his wrist.

"Big brother!"

Zhou Hailong called out to him, then reached out from the car window and pressed a remote control, causing the wrought iron gate to slowly open.

Zhou Haibing stepped on the gas and followed the G63 into the villa.

The two cars were parked side by side in the garage.

Zhou Hailong's garage contains three cars: a G63, his daily ride, a red Ferrari 488, and a black Porsche Panamera.

With Zhou Haibing's Mercedes added in, the garage was completely crammed full.

The two got out of the car and walked together into the elevator leading to the living room on the first floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Zhou Hailong strode into the living room, took off his sunglasses and tossed them onto the coffee table before plopping down on the sofa.

The villa was luxuriously decorated, but it exuded a bachelor's aura.

Several empty wine bottles and ashtrays were on the coffee table, a few pieces of clothing belonging to someone else were thrown on the sofa, several delivery boxes were piled in the corner, and a layer of dust covered the TV cabinet.

Zhou Hailong's wife divorced him a long time ago.

That woman had been married to Zhou Hailong for seven or eight years and had a daughter, but she couldn't take it anymore.

I can't stand Zhou Hailong causing trouble every day, and I can't stand him being called to the police station every few days.

I can't stand him not coming home at night and sleeping all day, and I can't stand all those messy women he keeps outside.

She filed for divorce, took her daughter, and left, never to return.

After the divorce, Zhou Hailong became even more reckless.

Different women come and go from this villa every day—young, mature, beautiful, and average-looking—almost every day.

In Zhou Hailong's own words, "Brother, you have no idea how carefree I am now, more so than a god."

Zhou Haibing looked at his younger brother and sneered inwardly.

comfortable?

You'll feel more at ease in a little while.

Zhou Hailong pulled out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere, took one out and put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

He squinted at Zhou Haibing, his tone filled with barely suppressed urgency:

"Brother, what about that thing you mentioned on the phone? What's your decision? Have you agreed?"