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

At Zhou Hailong's house, Zhou Haibing's scoundrel younger brother, Zhou Hailong, was woken up by the pain.

He lay face down on the floor of his villa's living room, his face pressed against the cold marble floor, feeling as if he had been run over by a truck and then run over again.

Every bone in my body aches, and every muscle is sore.

He gritted his teeth and propped himself up, but the slightest movement aggravated the wound on his shoulder, sending a piercing pain shooting from his shoulder to his fingertips.

He hissed in pain and fell back down, his chin hitting the ground and his gums going numb.

It took him a while to slowly sit up.

Looking down, he was stunned—his arms were covered in scars, blue, purple, and red, crisscrossing as if he had been repeatedly whipped with a belt.

His black polo shirt was tattered into strips, hanging on him like a rag.

His exposed chest and stomach were covered in wounds, and in some places the skin was torn and covered with dark red scabs.

He tried to lift his arm, and another sharp pain shot through him.

"Who the hell did this?!"

Zhou Hailong's voice exploded in the empty living room, sharp and loud, bouncing back and forth several times before dissipating.

He pushed himself up from the ground, but his legs gave way the moment he stood up, and he almost fell down again. He managed to steady himself by holding onto the wall.

He took a breath, raised his head, and his gaze swept across the entire living room. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The living room is empty.

The sofa is gone, the coffee table is gone, the TV is gone, and the stereo is gone.

The paintings on the wall are gone, the curtains are gone, and the chandelier is gone.

The floor was spotless, not even a crumpled piece of paper was left, only the marks left by the furniture legs and dust.

The entire villa was as quiet as a tomb, with fluorescent lights humming and casting a pale, stark white light on the empty walls.

"What's going on?" Zhou Hailong's voice was squeezed out from his throat, dry and hoarse.

He staggered into the master bedroom—the bed was gone, the wardrobe was gone, the bedside table was gone, and the safe was gone.

He rushed into the dressing room—the clothes were gone, the shoes were gone, the watch was gone, the gold jewelry was gone, it was completely empty, not even a clothes hanger was left.

He ran downstairs and rushed into the kitchen—the cabinets were gone, the refrigerator was gone, the stove was gone.

He ran to the garage—three cars, but none of them were there.

The Ducati Diavel is gone, the Kawasaki Ninja H2 is gone, and the Porsche 911 and Audi R8 are gone too.

The parking spaces in the garage were empty, with only tire tracks on the ground, not even a valve cap left.

Zhou Hailong stood in the empty garage, looking like a tree that had been uprooted and was about to collapse.

His mind was a complete mess, with countless thoughts swirling within it, but none of them could be stopped for him to grasp.

He remembered yesterday—

Yesterday, his older brother Zhou Haibing came and said he wanted to discuss money laundering with him. He was overjoyed, and then... and then nothing happened.

What happened after his older brother arrived? He remembers nothing.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch in his brain, and with a snap, all his memories were gone.

Call the police.

He wants to call the police.

He instinctively reached into his pocket—it was empty.

The other pocket was also empty.

He searched his body thoroughly and then looked around the garage floor, but found nothing.

My phone is missing.

He turned and ran back to the empty living room, lay down on the floor and looked under where the sofa used to be—nothing there.

He ran upstairs to the second floor and searched the bedroom floor—but found nothing.

My phone is gone.

The car is gone too.

He can't exactly walk to the police station.

Zhou Hailong took a deep breath, walked out of the villa through the back door, and crossed the empty yard—

The stone table and benches in the courtyard are gone, and so are the flowerpots—

Step out of the wrought iron gate and walk along the road in the community towards the main gate.

His clothes were tattered and his body was covered in bruises. As he walked along the road in the neighborhood, several residents and cleaning ladies stared at him. Some whispered among themselves, while others took out their phones to take pictures.

Zhou Hailong ignored them, walking quickly with his head down, one of his leather shoes missing—

He didn't know when it fell out, and he wasn't interested in looking for it.

When he arrived at the entrance of the residential area, the security guard was startled by his appearance and almost dropped his teacup.

Zhou Hailong walked to the window of the security booth, his voice hoarse and urgent: "Sir, can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call the police."

The security guard opened his mouth as if to ask something, but seeing the man's face and the injuries on his body, he swallowed his words and quickly picked up his phone from the table and handed it to him.

Zhou Hailong took the phone and pressed the number keys three times.

"Hello, I want to report a crime. My house has been emptied. I am Zhou Hailong, a resident of Emerald Court in the east of the city."

Everything is gone—furniture, appliances, car, cell phone, everything.

"I'm still injured, I don't know who hit me." He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, "Come quick!"

He answered a few questions on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he returned it to the security guard, leaned against the wall outside the guard booth, looked up at the gray sky, and gasped for breath.

……

On the other side of the provincial capital, Zhou Haibing's beastly brother-in-law, Zhang Wenbin, was also awakened by the pain.

He woke up on the floor of his own villa's living room, but the pain was in a different place than others.

It's not my shoulder that hurts, it's not my arm that hurts, it's my lower body—

A tearing, burning pain spread from his groin in all directions, as if someone were pressing a red-hot iron there.

The pain made him curl up like a shrimp, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

"ah--!"

Zhang Wenbin let out a hoarse scream, the sound echoing through the empty living room.

He struggled to prop himself up and looked down at his crotch.

With just one glance, it felt like his brain had been hit hard with a club; his vision blurred and he almost fainted.

His trousers were covered in blood in the crotch area. The dark red blood had dried, stiffening the fabric, but fresh blood was still seeping out in some places.

He reached out with trembling hands and touched it. The instant his fingers touched the bloody, mangled area, he felt something terrifying—something was missing.

No, it's not that it's missing, it's that it's broken.

His reproductive organs were completely ruined.

"No--!!!"

Zhang Wenbin's screams no longer sounded like those of a human; they were more like those of a wild beast that had been stabbed, sharp and long, echoing through the empty villa and making the windowpanes vibrate.

His tears welled up instantly, his face was covered in snot and saliva, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin with both hands, his body convulsing uncontrollably.