Reincarnation Never Ends

The Newspaper Boss's gunshot last night had made these children from various places realize that the situation was out of control.

Before, no matter what they did, the Newspaper Boss would at most hang them up and beat them, or starve them for a day or two. After all, they were all children sent from welfare homes or poor families to "work," and the Newspaper Boss didn't dare to be too heavy-handed.

But yesterday, the Newspaper Boss fired a gun at one of them, the bullet hitting his thigh. The Newspaper Boss didn't let the child go to the hospital, but casually found a piece of wire and dug out the bullet.

The bleeding stopped, but from the second half of the night, the child began to have a fever. He had been burning all day, and still hadn't recovered, instead getting worse.

The children in the dormitory all believed that he had to be sent to the hospital, but they didn't have any money. Everyone put together the money they had "saved" up, but it was less than five hundred yuan, which was definitely not enough for medical treatment.

Faced with this situation, a few of the oldest children in the dormitory finally developed a hint of murderous intent.

"He seems to have gotten into trouble..." A child trailing behind the Newspaper Boss lowered his voice and talked to his companion. These children were not necessarily more naive than adults who had just entered society; on the contrary, they were more mature, or rather, cunning.

Judging from the Newspaper Boss's panicked expression and the fact that he didn't enter the dormitory with a whip to seek pleasure through control, he must have gotten into trouble and looked like he was running away with his family fortune.

Originally, these children planned to have a good talk with him when he broke into the dormitory. If he was willing to pay for their companion's medical treatment, then everything would be as before.

But if he wasn't willing, tonight would be the time he went to see God.

They just didn't expect such an accident to happen.

Another child responded softly, "That's just as well. We'll make our move when we're further away."

The others stopped talking and followed the Newspaper Boss closely. The Newspaper Boss didn't realize, and wouldn't have thought, that these children, whom he allowed himself to beat, scold, and humiliate, would be following him at this time and harboring murderous intentions.

He also watched as the surrounding environment began to become deserted, and the buildings became fewer and fewer. They had left the urban area of Sabine City, and outside was an endless wilderness and intercity and interstate roads.

Every day, long-distance buses heading to other cities passed by on these roads, and they would always encounter some kind-hearted people. The Newspaper Boss wasn't worried about being alone in the wilderness without any support.

At this moment, the murderous intent in the children's eyes could no longer be suppressed. They quickly lowered their bodies and rushed towards the Newspaper Boss.

The sound of footsteps from behind immediately startled the Newspaper Boss, whose nerves were already extremely sensitive. He turned around and saw nothing but darkness and vague shadows. He was immediately frightened.

While loudly threatening the source of the footsteps behind him, he ran quickly. However, he was carrying so many things, and he was old, and had lived a life of "pampered comfort" for too long, so his physical strength couldn't compare to these children who were out making a living all day.

Seeing the silent black shadows getting closer and closer, the Newspaper Boss, in desperation, took out his gun and aimed it at one of the shadows, pulling the trigger.

With a peng sound, a fleeting light flashed in the dark night. The fear on the Newspaper Boss's face was in stark contrast to the coldness on the children's faces.

The bullet sparked on the ground and flew off somewhere, missing its target. This weapon, modified from a signal gun, had many shortcomings. Even when fired at close range, its accuracy was very poor.

The Newspaper Boss cocked the hammer again and pulled the trigger, but this time, the gun misfired. This was the second drawback of the modified signal gun: the hammer and the revolving cylinder were not synchronized, and sometimes manual adjustment was needed for the hammer to hit the primer accurately.

The bullet didn't fire, which made the Newspaper Boss's expression, hidden in the darkness, even more terrifying. He fired again, but it still didn't fire. He immediately threw away the gun and ran forward frantically, with the shadows chasing after him even faster.

A minute or two later, one of the shadows had approached the Newspaper Boss. He pushed hard on the Newspaper Boss's back, and the Newspaper Boss, whose center of gravity was already unstable, leaned forward and staggered several steps, falling to the ground and rolling twice before stopping.

The black shadows silently chased after him, and without saying a word, they raised the kitchen knives or sharpened steel bars in their hands and stabbed them into the Newspaper Boss's body. They didn't know how many times they stabbed him, stopping only when the Newspaper Boss stopped moving.

Perhaps because their spirits were relieved after killing someone, the children's bodies began to tremble, and they began to sweat profusely. After they rested for a while, they picked up the Newspaper Boss's belongings, taking everything without leaving anything behind.

After waiting for about five minutes, Lin Qi walked out of the small forest outside the road. He walked to the Newspaper Boss, squatted down, and used a gloved hand to feel the other party's pulse, confirming that he was completely dead before leaving.

He didn't go after the children, just found it a bit interesting. Perhaps this was the so-called Reincarnation?

Looking back at the Newspaper Boss's body on the road, Lin Qi returned to the small forest, pushed out his bicycle, and slowly rode towards the city.

When dawn breaks, someone will eventually pass by here and discover the Newspaper Boss lying dead by the roadside.

Perhaps these people will call the police, but more likely, they will simply ignore the corpse and walk past it as if they saw nothing.

Calling the police means being questioned by them, and they themselves could become criminal suspects. They might even be restricted from leaving Sabine City freely, which is not a good thing for many people who need to travel between cities.

All the few remaining pieces of evidence will be completely destroyed by the indifference of passersby. The police might not even know that such a person died on the road outside the city.

Back home, Lin Qi took a shower and calmly thought about what to do next: develop, grow stronger, and take the first step.

In fact, the business between Lin Qi and Mr. Fox alarmed not only Michael, the ambitious head of the IRS investigation team, but also some other financial companies in Sabine City had more or less heard about it.

This industry is just that transparent; it's hard to hide too much information. When people discovered or heard from somewhere that Mr. Fox was depositing large sums of cash into the bank, they began to pay attention to it.

After a few days of observation and learning, some people have already figured out how Mr. Fox deposits money into the bank.

Honestly, there's nothing commendable about it. This method has no technical skill involved, and Lin Qi hasn't considered using any less-than-honorable means to stop these people.

He believes he is not a gambler, not an executioner, not a villain, but just a businessman who may sometimes be slightly non-compliant with the law, but more often than not, he is a defender of laws and rules.

The business is there; others can do it if they want.

Lin Qi climbed up the fire escape from the back of the tavern, then pushed open the half-closed window and returned to his room. After a simple cleanup, he lay in bed. Another fulfilling day!