Reborn as a High School Student

He sat at the dining table, with the top steak made of Black Angus beef in front of him, and the glass filled with Pauillac red wine next to him.

He was a person who understood enjoyment and was willing to enjoy life.

A man should be independent at the age of thirty and at forty, one began to be immune from perplexities. He had already passed the age of being immune from perplexities and he knew exactly what he wanted.

The privately-made suits were straight and fit, and the Vacheron Constantin's platinum watch shined in the light.

His hands with knives and forks were white and slender, noble and flexible, and it looked like a pair of hands that were born to play the piano. Perhaps no one would think that these hands had been stained with numerous human's lifeblood.

He was not slow to eat, but he just gave people an elegant impression.

After using the knife and fork flexibly to cut the steak into small pieces, he forked up slowly, stuffed it into the mouth, chewed carefully and swallowed slowly. He was refined and learned, leisure and gentle.

During the meal, he felt a burning sight fall on himself. He raised his head and saw the opposite dining table. A blond, fair-skinned woman was peeking at him from time to time.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he put down his knife and fork slowly. With his slender fingers holding the stemware, he raised it towards the girl on the opposite side, and then took a shallow sip.

The girl's beautiful face was blushing, and her eyes glowed with affection. She slowly lowered her head, pretending to continue eating inadvertently.

The smile on his face deepened.

He was not a European and had a pure Asian face.

His figure was not tall and strong, and compared with most European men, it was even a little thin.

But he knew exactly what his charm was.

Mature and stable, rich and elegant, these were his charms.

The girl across the table scored eighty in his heart.

She was like in her thirties which was the age he liked. And she was tall and had a bumpy figure, which was the figure he liked. As for her appearance, it could also be called beautiful and charming.

The most crucial point was that she was single, just like him. This was important.

France, known as the romantic capital, He thought that tonight would be a wonderful night.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gently. As soon as he prepared to get up and walked over, the phone in his pocket vibrated out of time.

He frowned secretly, his already raised figure slowly retracted, and he took the phone out of his pocket.

Unlocked and tapped the message.

"Jason, someone has posted your information."

Jason was his codename, and in his private phone, few people called him by the name 'Jason'.

Brie was one of his few friends who knew his past and his present.

He stood up and dialed the phone.

Seeing him get up, the face of the girl on the opposite was even more rosy, looking at him intently.

He smiled slightly at her, but instead of walking over, he went straight to the back door of the restaurant.

The call was connected after a short time.

"Who betrayed me?"

"I do not know."

"How much information has been published?"

"All. Everything I know, there are some other things I don't know ..."

"How long?"

"An hour ago."

"......"

"Jason, I can only wish you good luck."

"Ha ha!" He smiled, and said with a deep gaze: "See you in hell, Brie." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone decisively.

He knew well, once the identity of a person like him had been exposed, what he would face next.

All his enemies would use his current identity to find the mobile phone he was using, and then used his mobile phone to locate his current location.

An hour was enough for his enemy to find him.

Facts had proved that his guess was correct. It was too late for him to leave the restaurant at this time.

When he walked to the hallway where the back door of the restaurant was located, the back door opened suddenly, and there walked in quickly from the outside two burly and beefy men.

A black-haired man and a blonde man, both were Europeans with profound facial features.

He saw the two strong men, and the two tough men also saw him.

At that moment, the time seemed to stand still, with both sides standing on the same spot, and no one was moving.

Without warning, he took the lead and rushed to the black-haired man's front, raised his knees, and slammed his chest.

The black-haired man raised his arms to block, and with a loud bang, he shook his body and took two steps backwards.

Without waiting for the other party to fight back, he jumped in front of them again.

The mobile phone in his hand was pushed forward and was just inserted into the mouth of black-haired man. And then he immediately punched out, the entire mobile phone was ruined by him and was hit into the opponent's throat.

The black-haired man covered his neck with his hands, his face flushed red. He leaned against the wall, and slid on the ground, and then the person stopped moving in no time.

His identity had already been revealed, and his mobile phone was useless to him, on the contrary, perhaps it would become a medium for the enemies to track him.

The blonde man roared and rushed over his companion's body.

While flashing to the side to avoid, he quickly pulled a pen out of his pocket and waved his arm sideways. Poof, the tip of the pen was inserted into the neck of the blond man, and half of the pen was inserted.

The blond man staggered forward two steps, his body slumped softly on the ground.

As fast as it could be, the two burly giants turned into two dead bodies in a blink of an eye.

He didn't take a second look, pushed open the back door of the restaurant, and walked out quickly.

Outside the back door, there was a small alley. There were no street lights, and all in the dark.

He walked out a few steps, but suddenly, there projected powerful beams of light from the entrance and the end of the lane at the same time.

The four cars which stuck in the entrance and the end of the lane respectively lit up their headlights at the same time, illuminating the alley like daylight.

At the same time, dozens of burly men in black walked in from the entrance and the end of the lane, sandwiching him.

The sharp machetes appeared in people's hands, shining with dazzling cold light in the machete blade.

He looked at the people in front of him, then at the people behind him, and slowly raised his hands to unbutton the suit.

Wow...

All the burly men in black made move together, and one of them took the lead to rush to his front.

He moved his figure, and raised his arms outwards, and his suit jacket was thrown out by him, which just covered the man's head.

Then he jumped up, and when he fell, his elbow slammed down violently.

Click!

His elbow was hitting exactly on the top of that man's head, and the sound of the crumbling of that man's neck bone was particularly harsh.

After landing, he rolled to the side, dodged the knife cut from the slope, and picked up the machete that fell on the ground at the same time.

He rolled to the corner of the wall, and his body stopped against the wall, while in his front there came three machetes.

He stretched the machete in his hand and fought up with all his strength. Bang, Bang, Bang! With three crisp sounds, there appeared a few sparks in the air.

Without waiting for the opponent to retract the machete, he continuously stretched out his feet, and kicked on the belly of the three big men respectively.

Taking the opportunity of the staggering back of the opponents, he chased forward and waved the machete to the left and right.

The two big men on the left and right sides couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground. The burly man in the middle of them was just about to hack him, but Jason's figure flickered to the side of the man. And during this movement, he wiped the big man's neck with the sharp machete.

hiss......

Scarlet blood spurted out. Before the body fell to the ground, he kicked this body from sideways and kicked it into the crowd behind.

Bang!

A large group of burly men who rushed from the end of the lane were hit by the dead body.Then he stepped forward, stabbed with a machete, and the blade mercilessly entered the chest of a big man.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless, the three key points of martial arts had been used to the extreme by him.

Every move of his machete was a killing trick, and every move was towards the weakest and most unexpected vital part of the enemies.

The fierce fighting between the two parties was officially launched in the alley, and the blood arrows were sprayed from time to time during this hot battle.

More and more corpses fell under his feet, and gradually, the wet ground was almost red with blood.

People didn't know how long it had taken, and the bloody battle between the two parties finally came to an end. At the beginning, there were dozens of burly men, but now, there were only a dozen people standing, with as many as twenty or thirty bodies collapsed in the alley.

It was hard to imagine that these fierce, sturdy and burly men were all killed by him alone.

The remaining dozens of burly men carried machetes, and glared at him with distorted facial features. But in their eyes, there were a slight fear.

This was Jason! He was the top intermediary, but also the top killer.

He was like Jason, the perverted killer in "Black Friday", an undead demon!

At this time, he was standing against the wall, with blood all over his head and body.

It was impossible to figure out which of the blood belonged to him and which were others. The blood bead dripped continuously along the tip of the machete.

He lowered his head, looked at the two wounds on his chest, and smiled secretly and bitterly.

He thought that his physical fitness had never weakened, but in fact, his physique was gradually weakened with age.

If he was ten years younger, even if he was five years younger, he believed that he would not be hurt a little bit by killing all of these enemies before him.

Taking a deep breath, he handed the machete to his left hand, and rubbed his right hand hard on the trouser to wipe the blood on his palm away.

He raised the machete and took the initiative to walk towards the dozen remaining burly men.

Next, it was a continuing bloody battle between two parties...

When he killed the last enemy, the wounds on his body had increased from two to four, especially the wounds on his lower abdomen, which were deep and long. He had to disrobe a burly man, and tied his clothes on the wrist. Otherwise, he was worried that the intestines in his belly will flow out.

Carrying the blood-stained machete, he walked out of the alley and got into an empty car.

He gasped badly and coughed violently from time to time. He threw away the machete, started the car, and went straight to the dock.

He had a yacht at the marina in Calais. As long as he boarded the yacht, he believed that no one in the world could find him.

The sedan started and was drove towards the dock as quick as a flash.

The streets in the late night were empty, and he drove the car to the extreme speed.

The dock was just in front of him, but when his car was crossing the intersection, a large truck loaded with containers suddenly rushed out of the diagonal side.

Even though he responded in the first place and stepped on the accelerator hardly, it was still a little slower, and the rear of the car was scratched by the front of the truck. The car spun rapidly on the road, and finally lost control and rolled out in a spinning motion.

He didn't know how long it had past, maybe only a few seconds, but it seemed that it had taken for centuries. He felt that he had been pulled out of the car.

"Jason, it takes long time for us to find you, and it is also hard to find you!"

The voice came from the opposite side.

Blood, running down his forehead and eyebrows, flowed into his eyes, so that everything he saw was stained with red.

Faintly, he saw a young man with an oriental face standing in front of him.

He asked, "You ... who are you?"

"Freemasons. Do you understand?"

He didn't speak anymore and lowered his head weakly.

He had taken a deal to assassinate the young lady of the company Haotian Jinkong. As a result, the deal was only a trap. None of the people he sent came back. Unfortunately, he not only failed to kill the young lady the company Haotian Jinkong, instead, he hurt the girlfriend of the boss of Freemasons during this operation.

It was precisely because of this that he had the idea of retreatment, intending to completely abandon his identity as a intermediary and turn to be a serious businessman.

It was a pity that those who betrayed him did not want to give him the opportunity to change jobs, and those people from Freemasons did not give him this opportunity either.

"You guys want to kill me..."

"No, you don't have to worry now. We will take you back to China."

"He he..." He smiled and said intermittently: "You want Mr. Xie to kill me personally."

"It seems that you are not stupid, but what you did is really stupid."

He was paralyzed downwards, and he seemed to have no strength to stand up.

The burly men on both the left and the right side held his arms tightly so that his body would not fall down.

Just when they was about to take him away, he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked it on the knee of the man on the left.

Click!

The crisp sound of the broken joint was clearly audible, and the reverse joint of the big man's right leg went down.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, and used his elbow to hit the opponent's face, knocking him to the ground.

The other big man saw it, roared, and was going to punch.

He was very fast, but Jason was faster.

He lowered his body and let his opponent's fist move forward, flashing to the back of the big man, his hands protruding, grasping the sides of the opponent's head, his arms interlaced, and suddenly fell. Then he heard a click and the big man's neck was twisted hard by him.

The eastern youth standing opposite him raised his eyebrows.

Jason's combat power exceeded all people's expectations, including this eastern youth.

He was just an intermediary, but his dozens of brothers not only failed to capture him, but also were killed by him.

The car he took just now was hit so badly, and he was all wounded. In this case, he could still hurt and kill people. His tenacity of vitality and the tenacity of willpower were staggering.

The eastern youth snorted, stepped forward quickly, and punched his face.

He evaded, and the eastern youth swung his leg again, sweeping his belly.

This time he didn't dodge any more, but just took a step back while the eastern youth was sweeping, trying to minimize the strength of his enemy's attack.

Hard hit by the opponent, he felt the toes of the opponent seemed to follow the wounds in his abdomen and kick into his stomach.

He groaned and folded his arms back as well as hugged the opponent's right leg without waiting for his enemy to retract his feet. Then he shouted aloud and pushed forward sharply.

The eastern youth couldn't help but jumped back two steps in a row, and finally couldn't stand and fell on his back.

It was too late to continue to show his tricks, because countless burly men in black around him had rushed towards him.

He gritted his teeth and ran staggering towards a small pier. His yacht was moored there.

The eastern youth climbed up from the ground, patted the dust on his body unhurriedly, and glanced at him who had already ran out more than ten meters away.

The eastern youth took out the phone in one hand and waved to the left and right with the other hand, beckoning his men to put away the guns.

He quickly typed a line and sent it out.

Sorry Brother Dong, I couldn't bring Jason back to China alive.

After he sent the message away, he looked up and saw that Jason had climbed a white yacht through the small dock.

The eastern youth slightly raised his mouth and said, "Jason, goodbye." As he talked, he swiped his finger on the phone and quickly dialed a phone number.

As the phone number was dialed out, the ringing of the phone suddenly came from the inside of the yacht.

The moment that the person who had used all his strength to climb the yacht heard the phone ringing, he felt terrified and despaired.

He did not install a satellite phone in the yacht, nor did he put a mobile phone in it, then...

It was too late to think about it carefully, and he instinctively jumped off the yacht, but it was too late.

Bang ...

With a loud noise, the entire yacht instantly turned into a ball of fire, rushing into the night sky.

At that moment, he felt his body became very light, very light, as if flying into the clouds.

Boom!

The sound of falling water restored his mind.

He could see the burning fire on the water, and he could also feel his body sinking continuously. The instinct to survive made him wave his arms desperately, but he didn't float up.

He looked to the left and right, and it turned out that only half of his arms were left, and even the broken bone was exposed.

He smiled bitterly.

The cold sea water continuously invaded his body, and his body was sinking, as if it was going to sink into the bottomless abyss or hell.

It turned out that this was the feeling of death.

In his life, he sent countless people to death, and now it was finally his turn.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Death was not terrifying, It were the kind of freezing and biting coldness before death, as well as the feeling of the soul being stripped mercilessly from the body that were the most frightening.

A smell of moist together with rancidness made him wake up.

His eyelids twitched twice, and suddenly, his eyes opened, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to be drunk, as if covered with a layer of mist.

"I am not dead yet?"

Jason clearly remembered that his information had been public disclosed, and people from Freemasons traced and found him. He then engaged in a fight with the elites from Freemasons. Facing numerous enemies, he killed dozens of them by himself and succeeded fled to the Calais dock.

But when he boarded the yacht and thought he finally got rid of the chase, the yacht exploded.

The people of Freemasons had already checked everything about him and installed a bomb on his yacht.

When he sank into the sea, he saw the burning fire on the surface of the water, and felt the cold water constantly invade his body, but his instinct to survive caused him to wave his arms desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not float up. He saw that only half of his arms were left, and even the broken bone was exposed.

His eyes rolled, looking around.

Now, he was in a narrow alley, beside him, there was a garbage dump, and the disgusting rancid smell came exactly from the garbage dump.

He wanted to get up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt a serious pain in the back of his head.

He narrowed his eyes, biting his teeth tightly, so that he wouldn't yell out.

He didn't know where he was right now, or whether the people of Freemasons were nearby. He didn't dare to say anything.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while. Feeling that the back of his head was not so painful, he sat on the ground with his elbows leaning on the ground.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he raised his hands and put them in front of his eyes.

This was a pair of white and fat hands, but by no means his hands.

Compared with his hands, this was more like his hands which had been soaked in sea water for more than ten days.

But he clearly remembered that at the moment he was blown off, his arms had been broken.

This was not my hand, what happened to me?

He supported the wall by his hand and stood up tremblingly, with another severe pain in the back of his head.

He touched his head subconsciously, feeling that his palm was sticky. He put down his palm and looked at it, and found that his palm was full of blood.

He was puzzled for a moment, and then he looked down again. The clothes were not his, the shoes were not his, and even this body was not his.

Because he was not so short, and not so fat.

He was a man known for his calmness, but at this time, there was still a little chill in his heart.

He leaned on the wall and closed his eyes in pain. It seemed that his brain was about to explode. He raised his hands and rubbed his temples gently for a while. His head was no longer so painful, and he stumbled out of the alley.

Outside the small alley was a spacious street.

At dawn, cars and pedestrians were scarce on the streets.

He looked to the left and right, frowning.

This was not France in where he was, not Calais. In Calais, there was no such a wide street, nor such a Chinatown

Seeing a billboard by the road, he walked quickly.

Standing in front of the billboard, he closed his eyes and took three deep breaths before slowly raising his eyes.

The glass surface of the billboard was like a mirror, reflecting his figure on it.

With only one glance, his eyes immediately fell again, and then he raised his hands and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked again. As before, the appearance reflected on the glass surface did not change at all.

It was a 16-year-old boy. His facial features were difficult to describe in words. His head was round and his body was round. Generously speaking, his figure looked as if a small ball installed on top of a big ball.

Because of too much fat on the face, even the facial features were squeezed so that they could not be seen clearly. And the large, round white face was covered with red dot-shaped acne.

He wore sportswear and it was very loose. His cuffs had to be pulled up a lot to reveal his hands. As for the trouser, it was already long enough to drag the floor.

In his whole life, he had experienced countless great sufferings and difficulties, and also experienced many strange things. But waking up and finding himself suddenly become another person, this kind of strange things, he really had not experienced. He had never seen and never heard in his whole life, and it also made him feel creepy.

Just as he stood in a daze in front of the advertising board, still in extreme shock and confusion, an aunt who was a cleaner in an orange waistcoat, walked past him and squinted at him from time to time.

He reacted suddenly, three steps into two steps, he caught up with the cleaner, and asked, "Excuse me, is this China?" He used perfect Chinese.

Perhaps apart from China, there were no such Chinese-style streets in the world.

The cleaner looked at him with a weird look, as if she was looking at a mental patient.

"If it isn't China, what is it? America?"

"Which city is it of China?"

"F City!"

F City! He had heard about it. It was a city in northeast China. While he was still confused about the situation, why he was here and why he became like this.

He couldn't help rubbing his increasingly painful brain, muttering, "What the hell is going on?"

boom!

Suddenly, there seemed to be a bomb exploding in his head. Sections of pictures appeared in his head. The amount of information was so large that he couldn't help crouching down, holding his head with both hands, sobbing in a low voice.

These flashing pictures had nothing to do with him, to be precise, these were a short memory of a strange young man.

The teenager's name was Wu Jinhuan, a Chinese from F city, 17 years old this year, attending the 11th middle school in F city.

The father of Wu Jinhuan named Wu Ming who was a soldier. When he was very young, his father died on duty. It can be said that he had very little memory of his father. Most of his memories were about his mother.

Perhaps it was because he had no father since he was a child. His mother was particularly fond of him, preferring to do two jobs a day to let him have meat and fish every day.

The reason why Wu Jinhuan was so obese was also directly related to his mother's spoiling.

Although his father was a martyr, Wu Jinhuan did not inherit his father's merits. He began to be reluctant to go to school when he was in junior high school. It was normal for him to skip classes.

After graduating from junior high school, he finally went to high school by using connections. But after that, he became more and more intensified, often not going to school for two or three days, and fooling around with the bullies outside the school all the time.

The reason why he fainted in the small alley this time was because he participated in two rounds of fights with the youngsters last night. As a result, he was hit by a sap and was stunned.

It was ridiculous that he was comatose all the night in the small alley, but until dawn, none of his so-called buddies and brothers came to find him, and even no one took him to the hospital.

As a result, when he opened his eyes again, Wu Jinhuan was no longer that Wu Jinhuan, but became him.

"Kid, are you ... are you okay?"

He didn't know how long had passed, and the sound of concern in his ear woke him up.

He slowly lowered his hands from his head, and his blurred eyes looked at the cleaner who was standing beside him.

He was sober now, but his eyes just gave people a feeling of being drunk.

Looking at his watery, misty eyes, even the aunt who was already old was a little lost, she stuttered and said: "Kid, your head had been hurt, and there is a lot of blood ......"

Just hit by a sap, in the past, he might not even blink his eyes. But Wu Jinhuan was killed by this sap, and he was reborn into his body.

He was not an ordinary person. Walking on the verge of life and death all the year round, he had already practiced the ability to remain calm no matter what happened.

Although such a thing as borrowing a corpse to resurrect was very strange, that no common person could think of it, but since it really happened to him, he was not too repulsive. He just couldn't understand how this strange thing happened to him.

But no matter what step it took, it would not be worse than death.

As a person who had already died once, as long as he could live, as long as he could breathe, it was already a great luck.

If the end of death was a new beginning, then his was really earned.

He stood up slowly, smiled at the cleaner, and said, "I'm fine, just fell off, and my head hurt."

"You'd better go to the hospital to check, head injury is not a trivial matter!" The cleaner kindly advised.

"I will." Jason, no, he was no longer Jason, he had a new name, a new identity, Wu Jinhuan, the eleventh middle school student who was about to enter the senior year.

Suddenly, he had the urge to laugh towards the sky. No matter how omnipotent the people of Freemasons were, it would be impossible for them to count out that he would be born again on a young man's body after his death.

He patted the top of his head and said, "I was a little dazed just now, but it is much better now. Auntie doesn't have to worry about me."

The cleaner carefully looked at him again and confirmed that he was fine, then she pushed the trolley full of cleaning tools away.

Watching her go away, Wu Jinhuan retreated back to the billboard and looked at the chubby figure reflected in it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Wu Jinhuan, in the future, I will help you complete your life!"

After a while, he slowly moved closer to the glass surface of the billboard and observed his eyes at close range.

His eyelashes were long, the eyes were thin, the corners of the eyes were slightly curved, and the shape looked like a peach blossom petal. There were much black in his eyes than white, and the black and white were not clear, sparking and foggy, giving people a sense of blur and mystery.

Now he finally understood why the cleaner just stared at his eyes in a daze. Even for himself, if he looked at his eyes in the mirror, he would be a little stunned.

After a long while, he slowly spit out: "What a pair of peach eyes."

A person, if he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, even if his appearance was ordinary, it would be very tempting.

It was a pity that Wu Jinhuan was too fat. The fat on his face almost squeezed his eyes into a slit.

The peach blossom eyes on his face only made him look lustful and obscene.

He lowered his head, looked at his figure, and pouted in disgust.

The fat of this body made him feel as if he was wearing a set of armor which weighing hundreds of pounds. Even when he was just standing, he felt chest tightness.

He couldn't stand such a body for a day, and he must to get rid of this fat.

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head again. There were still some blood stains on his back. In the past, he wouldn't care. But his body was too weak. If he didn't deal with it, he worried that he would bleed to death.

Wu Jinhuan turned over his pockets and finally found only two coins of one yuan and one coin of half yuan.

Even if he didn't return to China for some years, and didn't know much about the current situation in China, he wouldn't be stupid enough to think that these two cents were enough for him to bandage the wound in the hospital.

He planned to go home first and take care of it by himself.

It was not too close to Wu Jinhuan's home, but not far away. With the memory left in his brain, he walked for half an hour and walked to a residential area.

The buildings in this residential area had been around for a few years, and many buildings had peeled off their walls and looked grayish.

The ground was uneven, and there were many puddles. Because of the hot weather, and the water remained on the ground, the air emitted an unpleasant smell.

Wu Jinhuan sighed secretly. He had already been accustomed to the life of a nobleman, but now he had to live in such a place. He couldn't adjust at once.

He had been a baby soldier, a mercenary, a killer, and finally an intermediary. He had a lot of savings. Only taking out a little would be enough for him to comfortably live through the rest of his life.

But now, he couldn't get a penny out of it. He could tell without investigating, that the bank accounts under his name had already been monitored, and with a little movement, his enemy could trace him and find him.

For him at the present, there was no room to resist.

Thinking of the enemies, he naturally thought of his broken body, thought of him sinking into the sea and drowning alive, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

Did he hate? Of course he did! How could a person not hate the enemy who killed him?

He did not hate Freemasons which ordered to kill him. After all, he offended the Freemasons first, and it was normal for them to come to seek revenge.

Even if the Freemasons didn't find him, there would be other enemies looking for him.

What he hated was the man who betrayed him in secret.

There were not many people who were familiar with his identity and details. All of them were the people closest to him, and they could be counted within all five fingers. This was exactly the reason why the betrayal of that person was more unforgivable.

However, in terms of his current identity, it was too difficult to find out the person who betrayed him.

"Wu Jinhuan!"

The sudden roar made Wu Jinhuan, who was thinking about matters, regained his mind.

He saw the door of a police car parked at the gate of the community open, and a young policeman in his thirties came out of it.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders and thick backs, and he looked handsome. But at this moment his face was so dull and scary. He pointed to Wu Jinhuan and was glaring at him.

Wu Jinhuan raised his hand subconsciously and inserted it into his pocket.

Previously, he used to keep a pen in his pocket.

Pen was used for writing, but in his hand, pen was a weapon that could kill people.

But now, his pockets were empty and there was nothing, and it was until now that he suddenly remembered that this was no longer his own body.

His hand inserted into his pocket was also withdrawn.

The young policeman, as if he had met an enemy, strode close to him and asked angrily, "Where did you go last night? You are getting more and more ridiculous, and even learned to stay out all night? Do you know that Aunt Yu has been crazy to find you..."

A series of memory clips flashed in Wu Jinhuan's mind, and soon he knew who the young police officer was.

His name was Feng Jizhong, and he belonged to the Criminal Police Unit of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. His father, Feng Zhengxiong, was the Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Feng Zhengxiong and Wu Jinhuan had quite a relationship. His father Wu Ming and Feng Zhengxiong were comrades-in-arms. More than ten years ago, during a drug enforcement operation, Wu Ming was unfortunately shot and sacrificed. Feng Zhengxiong, the captain of the SWAT team, was also seriously injured.

After he recovered from the injury, he went to work at the Municipal Public Security Bureau, step by step to the position of the Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Feng Zhengxiong was very self-blaming for the unfortunate sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms. Feng Zhengxiong also took care of the widow of his comrade-in-law. In the early years, he often came to his home with gifts.

However, Wu Jinhuan's mother, Yu Huan, had no good expression for him all the time. She believed that her husband's sacrifice was due to Feng Zhengxiong's negligence.

Feng Zhengxiong could understand Yu Huan's anger.

Gradually, he rarely went to the Wu family, and instead let his son Feng Jizhong came over on his own.

Yu Huan's attitude towards Feng Jizhong was still very good, and she had not angered him because he was the son of Feng Zhengxiong.

Feng Jizhong could be said to know well about the situation of the Wu family, and it was precisely because of this that he was very disappointed with Wu Jinhuan.

He felt angry about him not working hard and making any progress, and his attitude towards him became stricter.

After figuring out the relationship, Wu Jinhuan's tense nerves eased down. He greeted him and said, "Brother Feng, why are you here?"

Feng Jizhong was ten years older than him, but in terms of seniority, they were indeed peers.

"You tell me why I am here? Where did you go last night?"

"I fell down and vaguely fell asleep in a small alley for the whole night." Wu Jinhuan deliberately raised his sleeve and smelled it, and his face twisted together, saying, "Brother Feng, you can smell it, now I am still smelled stinky!"

Feng Jizhong angrily slapped the arm he passed over to the side and then saw the blood stains on his collar. He quickly walked behind Wu Jinhuan and saw the wound on the back of his head. Frowning, he asked: "This was caused by falling down?"

"Yes!"

"I can't hear a truth from your kid's mouth!" Feng Jizhong glared at him, too lazy to investigate, shook his head and said, "Get in the car!"

Wu Jinhuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Feng, I just fell down, I think there is no need for me to go to the police station."

"Who will take you to the police station? We are going to the hospital! Go back home like this, and your mother would definitely worry about you!"

Wu Jinhuan smiled and said: "Brother Feng, let's talk first. I don't have any money on me."

"Just shout up your mouth and get on the car!" Feng Jizhong shook his head impatiently and urged.

Someone was willing to spend money to heal his injuries, of course, he was willing to accept. Who would be so stupid to have difficulties with his own body? Of course, this body was not his until a few hours ago.

Seeing him sit down in the car honestly, without being stubborn with him as usual, Feng Jizhong couldn't help but look at him more and said, "You have become a lot docile today."

In the past, Wu Jinhuan always minded that he was in charge of almost everything about him, and would hide when he saw him. What's more, he would rarely call him brother Feng, most time he would call him "police officer" in a sarcasm tone. How strange he was today.

Wu Jinhuan turned his head and said to him with a smile: "Now, I will not be like the previous 'I'."

He had relationship with the people who working in the municipal public security bureau, what a good network. With this relationship, he could completely do whatever he wanted in the F city.

It was a pity that Wu Jinhuan clearly held a trump card in his hand, but he played the card in the worst way.

Why did he go to be a bully? It was too outrageous to do so.

He would not make such mistakes, and the valuable connections, he must firmly grasp.

Feng Jizhong looked at him in surprise and asked, "Did your boy do anything bad outside again? Same as last time ..."

Before he finished the sentence, he suddenly stopped.

Wu Jinhuan asked puzzled: "Last time? What happened last time?"

"Forget it, never mind, it's okay." Feng Jizhong was obviously reluctant to talk more about the matter.

Wu Jinhuan shrugged without asking much. No matter what happened in the past, it had nothing to do with him. Now, he wanted to live a completely new life.

Thinking of the new life, he thought again about what happened before rebirth.

An old British yacht manufacturing company was on the verge of bankruptcy and was being sold to the outside world. The price was not cheap, but it was not expensive, asking for 2.5 million pounds.

There were many well-established but poorly-managed companies like this in the UK. There were only a handful of companies that could really be sold.

He was very interested in this yacht company, and spent a lot of time and energy to do the investigation and research.

This company had not reached the situation beyond remedy. Just the development direction was wrong, it could be said that its actual value was seriously underestimated.

He had originally planned to buy this yacht company, and since then, intended to be a serious businessman.

However, man proposes but God disposes. He had died in the hands of the enemy before he could take action.

Until now, he was still interested in this business. After all, in his eyes, this was a profitable business. The opportunity was rare.

Before rebirth, 2.5 million pounds for him, although not a small amount, was affordable.

But now, he had only two fifty yuan in the pocket, and the 2.5 million pounds was really an enormous figure which was within sight but beyond reach for him

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

All the things in the world, there were advantages and disadvantages.

He was once a villainous intermediary, but now, he became an ordinary student, from the man with an age of 40s to a seventeen-year-old youth. How lucky he was, but at the same time, the previous savings of decades of hard work had all disappeared.

Thinking about it, he was sensitive to notice the gaze from his side.

He turned his head and saw Feng Jizhong staring at himself intently.

He frowned slightly and said, "The road is in front, not on my face. Why are you looking at me? You should look at the road!"

"How do I suddenly feel like you have become a little old man." Feng Jizhong's words were not a joke. On Wu Jinhuan's face, especially in his eyes, there was a moment that he really saw the vicissitudes.

Before rebirth, Wu Jinhuan had experienced too many things in his entire life.

He worked as a baby soldier in Myanmar, and then continued to be a baby soldier in Africa. When he grew up, he became a mercenary and a professional killer. Later, he became an intermediary from being a killer. It could be said that his mentality was older and more vicissitudes than middle-aged people of the same age.

"To a sophisticated person, there is nothing new under the sun." He said, leaning back, his head hitting the back of the chair, and he hissed exaggeratedly, and grinned in pain.

"You deserve it!" Feng Jizhong gave him a hard look and retracted his sight.

On the way, Feng Jizhong called to the Wu family and told Yu Huan that he had found Wu Jinhuan, so that she didn't have to worry anymore.

When they arrived at the hospital, Wu Jinhuan had two stitches in the back of his head. The wound was not big, but it was deep. Otherwise, there would be no endless blood flow.

With a circle of white gauze wrapped around his head, Wu Jinhuan followed Feng Jizhong and left the hospital.

The two went to a food stall near the hospital. Wu Jinhuan chewed the dough sticks slowly and sipped soy milk from time to time.

Looking at his elegant appearance, Feng Jizhong was almost amused.

He felt that gone for a night, this boy seemed to have become different. The person was still that person, but he was more mature than before. Even his big fat face, which had become fat and distorted, now looked less so disgust.

After drinking a bowl of soy milk and eating two dough sticks, Wu Jinhuan put down the tableware and stopped eating more.

Feng Jizhong asked curiously: "Are you full?"

He still knew how much Wu Jinhuan had for one meal, two dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk were only enough for him to stop his teeth.

"I'm not full, but I can't eat any more. Fried foods, eaten in my stomach, in addition to being fattening, can cause cancer." He pulled out a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Feng Jizhong almost squirted out the soy milk in his mouth. Wu Jinhuan, who had always been greedy, could even say such words, wouldn't he be illusory?

He watched Wu Jinhuan for a while, shook his head, and muttered: "I really doubt if your boy is bewitched."

Wu Jinhuan's eyes flickered and he smiled slightly without saying anything.

After dinner, Feng Jizhong sent Wu Jinhuan home.

In the car.

Wu Jinhuan asked, "Brother Feng, do you know any profitable job, please introduce to me."

Feng Jizhong glanced at him, holding the steering wheel in one hand and reaching his pocket in another hand, and said, "You are underage, there is no place to recruit child labor now, your task is to learn." With this sentence, he took out his wallet, and asked: "How much do you need? Take it yourself."

Wu Jinhuan glanced at his wallet and licked his lips, then said steadily: "2.5 million."

Feng Jizhong was almost choked by his own saliva, and said angrily: "Are you kidding me?"

"Pound sterling." Wu Jinhuan added another sentence.

"Pay the pound? If I have 2.5 million pounds, then I don't have to go to work anymore. I can sit at home and count the money."

Feng Jizhong picked up five hundred-yuan bills from the wallet and stuffed it into Wu Jinhuan's hands, saying, "That's all, take it or not."

Wu Jinhuan knew that Feng Jizhong was a warm-hearted person with a cold face who always took good care of him.

He was just a low-level policeman, and he was upright. He had no illegal income and could not make much money in a month. He gave five hundred yuans to Wu Jinhuan in one shot, which was really generous.

He just planned to raise his hand and pass the money back, then Feng Jizhong said with a straight face: "Don't hesitate about it, I give it to you and you should hold it. In the future, let your mother worry less about you, your mother has not been easy these years."

Wu Jinhuan was not sure whether there were relatives in Yu Huan's family, he had never seen them before anyway. There were quite a few relatives in Wu's family, but they were almost the same as none.

Over the years, Yu Huan had not been remarried, basically it was she alone who was pulling the child, and being the mother and father at the same time, the life was indeed very hard.

Wu Jinhuan didn't refuse anymore, and put down his raised hand, saying, "Brother Feng, I will double return you in the future."

Since he was young, there were not many people who were really good to him, and it was for this reason that when he was favored, even if it was just a little favor, he would remember it in his heart.

Feng Jizhong said with a smile: "Your boy study hard, when you enter the university and then find a decent job, this can be seen as paying back my money."

Feng Zhengxiong told Feng Jizhong many times that his life was saved by Wu Ming with his own life. The Feng family always owed a life-saving grace to the Wu family. Taking care of Yu Huan and Wu Jinhuan was also the responsibility of the Feng family.