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

Zhou Haibing did not rush to answer.

He walked to the sofa, sat down opposite Zhou Hailong, leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked at Zhou Hailong's face.

"Hailong, look at me."

Zhou Hailong subconsciously raised his head, the cigarette still dangling from his mouth.

His eyes met Zhou Haibing's eyes.

In that instant, Zhou Hailong's eyes went from eager to confused, from confused to bewildered, and from bewildered to blank.

This process was incredibly fast, even faster than anyone else before it—

Perhaps it was because Zhou Hailong's mental defenses were weak to begin with, perhaps it was because he had no defenses against Zhou Haibing, or perhaps it was because his brain had been eroded by alcohol and drugs for a long time and was already riddled with holes.

The cigarette was still in his mouth, the smoke still rising, but his eyes were empty.

Everything that was originally in those eyes—

An eagerness, greed, calculation, and a hint of contempt for his elder brother hidden deep in his eyes—

Everything disappeared, leaving only two stagnant, empty holes.

Zhou Haibing looked into his younger brother's empty eyes, feeling no emotion whatsoever.

This man, his own brother, had brought him so much trouble, pain, and humiliation since childhood.

Fifty million, thirty million, five million—they drained his blood again and again, stabbing him in the heart time and time again.

Each time, the father would step forward and use tears, kneeling, and even threats of suicide to force him to forgive, to back down, and to hand over his hard-earned money to this good-for-nothing.

enough.

Never again.

Zhou Haibing reached out and took the still-burning cigarette from Zhou Hailong's mouth, then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"Zhou Hailong, take out your phone."

Zhou Hailong mechanically pulled a black cell phone from his pants pocket and handed it over.

It's the latest Huawei foldable screen phone, and the outer protective case is made of carbon fiber, which doesn't look cheap.

What's your phone password?

"170325".

Zhou Haibing unlocked his phone and opened WeChat first.

Zhou Hailong has dozens of WeChat groups, such as "Brothers Drinking", "Nightly Revelry", and "Heroes of the Jianghu", which are obviously not legitimate groups.

The latest message was from someone with the nickname "Xiaofei": "Brother Long, same place tonight, what time are you arriving?"

Zhou Haibing thought for a moment and sent a message using Zhou Hailong's account: "I have something to do tonight, so I won't be going. You guys have fun."

After the message was sent, someone in the group quickly replied: "Okay, Brother Long." "Brother Long, you get back to your work."

Zhou Haibing left the group chat, scrolled through his contacts, and after confirming that there was nothing particularly urgent to deal with, opened Alipay.

When the Alipay balance popped up, Zhou Haibing's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Thirty-seven million.

He then opened WeChat Pay, where he had 12 million yuan in his wallet.

The total is close to fifty million.

He then opened Zhou Hailong's mobile banking app.

Zhou Hailong has three bank cards under his name: over 30 million yuan in the ICBC card, over 20 million yuan in the CCB card, and over 10 million yuan in the CMB card.

All added together, it exceeded one hundred million.

One billion.

As Zhou Haibing looked at the number, the corners of his mouth slowly, very slowly, curved upwards.

This curve is not a smile; it is an extreme, cold, almost cruel satisfaction.

Some of this money was taken from him: the 50 million yuan transfer, the 30 million yuan "ransom," and the money taken from his pocket under various pretexts over the years.

Another portion was illicit money earned by Zhou Hailong from running casinos, collecting protection fees, and lending money at exorbitant interest rates.

Regardless of where the money came from, it's all his now.

"Zhou Hailong, what is your Alipay payment password?"

"380426".

"What's your WeChat Pay password?"

"591703".

What is your bank card's transaction PIN?

"Unified password, 380426".

Zhou Haibing entered the password, opened the Alipay transfer function, entered Sun Guiying's bank card number, and transferred 37 million yuan.

confirm.

Transfer successful.

WeChat Pay, transfer amount: 12 million.

confirm.

Transfer successful.

ICBC, transferred 32 million.

China Construction Bank, transferred 24 million yuan.

China Merchants Bank, transfer of eleven million.

All funds were transferred to Sun Guiying's bank card.

More than 100 million yuan was transferred out.

When Zhou Haibing transferred money, his fingers were so steady that it was hard to believe he was a late-stage pancreatic cancer patient.

His fingers swiped across the phone screen, each transfer accurate and each transaction confirmed cleanly and efficiently.

Those numbers—thirty million, fifty million, one hundred million—

In his eyes, they were no longer money; they were just numbers, a string of code, a bunch of symbols he was about to take with him.

After transferring the last sum of money, Zhou Haibing put Zhou Hailong's phone on the coffee table, stood up, and began to search the villa.

He first went to the living room.

That huge leather sofa set is worth at least 200,000 yuan. Let's take it.

Take away the marble coffee table.

Take away that 85-inch Sony TV from the TV cabinet.

Take the entire B&O sound system.

Take away the crystal chandelier.

Take the carpet away.

Take the curtains away.

The huge oil painting on the wall—

The painting depicts Zhou Hailong himself, wearing a suit and sunglasses, with a sports car behind him.

Zhou Haibing glanced at it and felt disgusted, but he still accepted it; he figured he could take it back and use it as firewood.

The kitchen is located on the east side of the first floor. Zhou Hailong lives alone in the kitchen, which he has hardly ever used, but the renovation cost a lot of money.

The kitchen was fully furnished with German cabinets, but the double-door refrigerator contained only a few bottles of beer and some takeout food. The oven and microwave were covered in a layer of dust.

Zhou Haibing ignored them and took them all.

Remove the large dining table in the restaurant that can seat twelve people.

Zhou Hailong probably never used the silverware, crystal glasses, and porcelain in the sideboard, but he took them all away.

The study is on the second floor.

Zhou Hailong's study was larger than the previous ones', but the bookshelves were almost empty of books, filled entirely with various ornaments and trophies.

The titles like "Champion of a certain fighting club" and "Winner of a certain racing competition" are obviously things he earned while out there.

On the desk is a top-of-the-line iMac, next to which is an external curved monitor. The keyboard is mechanical, the mouse is gaming-grade, and the headphones are mounted on the monitor.

Zhou Haibing put everything on the computer desk into his storage space.

There is a large safe in the corner of the study, embedded in the wall.

Zhou Haibing called Zhou Hailong over and asked him to open the safe.

There were quite a few things in the safe.

Gold bars, gold bricks, gold necklaces, gold rings, jade, gemstones, diamond jewelry, as well as some property deeds and contracts.

There were about a dozen gold bars, each weighing one pound, and several gold bricks, all very heavy, pressing against the wrist when held in the hand.

There was also a considerable amount of cash, neatly stacked, at least two million.

Take them all.