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His hand inserted into his pocket was also withdrawn.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.