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

The master bedroom has a large walk-in closet, which is divided into left and right sides.

The one on the left is Zhang Wenbin's, and the one on the right is Zhou Haiqing's.

Zhou Haiqing's walk-in closet doesn't have many clothes, but each piece is neatly hung and arranged by color, like something a meticulous woman has carefully arranged.

Most of the clothes were styles from several years ago, and some of the labels were yellowed, but they were still hanging there cleanly, as if waiting for their owners to come back and wear them.

Zhou Haibing looked at the clothes, his throat tightened, and his eyes welled up with tears.

But he didn't let those emotions spread. He closed his eyes, and with a thought, everything in the entire dressing room disappeared.

Zhang Wenbin's walk-in closet was much larger than he had imagined.

Although this man had difficulty walking, he was very particular about his clothes and appearance, and his clothes filled an entire wall.

Suits, shirts, polo shirts, T-shirts, jeans, and casual pants from various brands are hung up in categories, making it look like a small clothing store.

The shoe cabinet contains dozens of pairs of shoes, including leather shoes, sneakers, and casual shoes. Most of them are brand names, such as Gucci, Ferragamo, and Prada, and none of them are cheap.

Zhang Wenbin also owns quite a few watches.

The closet drawer contained a whole row of watch boxes. Upon opening them, one could find Rolex, Omega, IWC, Panerai, and more than a dozen other watches, each one quite valuable.

Zhou Haibing took them all.

After tidying up the walk-in closet, Zhou Haibing began cleaning up the rest of the things in the master bedroom.

The two-meter-long bed, along with its mattress, bedding, and pillows, all disappeared.

Bedside table, lamp, alarm clock, charger—all collected.

The curtains, along with their Roman rods, were pulled down from the wall and stored away.

Roll up the carpet and take it away.

The bathroom was spacious, with a separate wet and dry area, and a double sink. Various men's skincare products and perfumes were displayed on it, which Zhou Haibing took away.

The bathtub was a freestanding jacuzzi, made of white ceramic, with a beautiful design. With a thought, Zhou Haibing lifted the bathtub from the ground and disappeared into the air.

The study is on the third floor.

Zhang Wenbin's study was much larger than he had imagined, with an entire wall of bookshelves filled with books that looked like they had been read carefully, some even with creases and markings on their spines.

But Zhou Haibing had no interest in looking at those books. He swept his mind over them, and all the books on the entire bookshelf disappeared.

On the desk is an Apple MacBook Pro, next to an external monitor. The keyboard is mechanical, and the mouse is Logitech.

There were a few fountain pens on the computer desk, which looked like Montblanc pens. Zhou Haibing took the pens and the desk together.

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

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

The safe contained quite a few items—more than a dozen gold bars, each weighing one pound, neatly stacked.

There were also a few pieces of jadeite, which looked to be of good quality and clarity; they must have been from his collection.

There was also cash, neatly stacked piles of hundred-yuan bills; I counted them, and there were over three million.

Take them all.

The basement is a small home theater with a professional-looking projector and sound system, as well as a bar counter. Behind the bar counter is a small liquor cabinet with several bottles of foreign liquor.

Zhou Haibing took all of these things away.

Zhou Haibing searched the entire villa inside and out, not even missing the tool shed next to the garage.

The tool shed contained toolboxes, vacuum cleaners, ladders, and various cleaning supplies, all of which were taken away.

After all these things were moved out, the entire villa was left empty, with only bare walls, exposed wires and pipes, and Zhang Wenbin standing in the center of the living room.

Zhou Haibing walked back to the living room and stood in front of Zhang Wenbin.

He looked at the man, the man who had caused his sister to never have a happy life.

This man subjected Zhou Haiqing to emotional abuse and verbal humiliation from the age of twenty-four.

It caused her to lose her child, rendered her infertile for life, gave her depression, and ultimately led her to end her life in despair.

And what about Zhang Wenbin?

After Zhou Haiqing died, he was given a respectable funeral and then went on with his life.

The company continues to operate, money continues to be made, and women continue to be sought out, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhou Haibing bent down and picked up the belt from the ground.

He gripped the buckle end of the belt, raised it, and lashed it down hard.

The belt landed on Zhang Wenbin's back with a dull thud.

Zhang Wenbin's body suddenly leaned forward, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still empty, and his body remained motionless.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Zhou Haibing continued to pump, each pump using all his strength.

The belt fell on Zhang Wenbin's back, shoulders, and arms, each blow carrying with it the anger, pain, and regret that had been building up for so many years.

"Say it," Zhou Haibing's voice was hoarse, "say you're a piece of trash."

Zhang Wenbin opened his mouth, his voice flat as if he were reading a textbook:

"I am nothing."

Snapped!

"Say you've wronged Zhou Haiqing."

"I am Zhang Wenbin." Zhang Wenbin mechanically repeated Zhou Haibing's words.

"I, Zhang Wenbin, have wronged Zhou Haiqing. I am a worthless person. I have wronged you, and I can never repay you in this lifetime."

Snapped!

"Say you killed her."

"I killed Zhou Haiqing."

Zhou Haibing slapped Zhang Wenbin a dozen more times, tearing his suit jacket and shirt to shreds, leaving his exposed skin covered in red, swollen, and bleeding wounds.

Some of the wounds had begun to ooze blood, which trickled down the arm and dripped onto the floor, drop by drop, like some kind of silent confession.

But Zhou Haibing was still not satisfied.

He looked at Zhang Wenbin's empty face, at his slightly limping left leg, and remembered his sister lying on the operating table in the hospital.

I thought of the large, horrifying pool of blood beneath my sister, and the empty bottle of sleeping pills on her bedside table.

I remembered the few crooked words on that note—"Brother, I'm sorry, I can't hold on anymore."

Zhou Haibing's eyes reddened.

"Zhang Wenbin, lie down." His voice was as cold as ice.

Zhang Wenbin obediently bent down and lay on his back on the floor.

Zhou Haibing stood to his right, raised his right foot, aimed at his groin, and kicked down with all his might.

The moment his foot touched that soft spot, Zhou Haibing felt a clear sensation, like crushing something solid.

Zhang Wenbin's body sprang up like a shrimp, then crashed heavily back onto the floor.

But no sound came from his mouth, and the expression on his face remained that chilling emptiness—

Hypnosis made him unable to feel pain, but his body reacted instinctively—a stress response that transcended the level of consciousness and was ingrained in his very bones.

Zhou Haibing kicked him again, once more, and then once more.

He didn't know how many times he kicked him, until his legs ached and he saw a dark red stain of blood seeping from Zhang Wenbin's crotch, before he stopped.

Looking at the bloodstains, he felt no pleasure, no satisfaction, only a heavy, indescribable weariness.

Zhang Wenbin will never have any more children in his life.

He deprived Zhou Haiqing of the right to be a mother, so Zhou Haibing deprived him of the right to be a father.

An eye for an eye is a matter of course.

"Zhang Wenbin, go to sleep."

Zhang Wenbin curled up slightly on the floor, then slowly relaxed. His eyes closed, and his breathing became even and deep, like an exhausted person finally falling asleep.

Zhou Haibing glanced at him one last time, then turned and walked towards the garage.

He added Zhang Wenbin's Maybach S-Class and Porsche Cayenne to Shennong Space.

The Maybach was parked next to the G63, while the Cayenne was squeezed between the Ferrari 488 and the Audi R8.

When Zhang Wenbin woke up, he not only found himself inexplicably covered in injuries, but also that he had become a eunuch, and that all his money was gone.

His villa was completely emptied, which must have driven him crazy. It's a pity that Zhou Haibing won't be able to see such a spectacular scene.

However, Zhou Haibing plans to wait until he is reborn and then continue to find opportunities to slowly take revenge on this beast.

Zhou Haibing got into the driver's seat of his black Mercedes and glanced at the bag of cell phones on the back seat.

His next target for revenge was his first love, his husband An Baojun, the very beast who had killed his first love, Li Su'e...