When Kou Yulei took his last breath, his enemy's sinister smile still echoed in his ears.
The next second, a severe headache exploded.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling incandescent light made him dizzy. The old computer screen was dimly lit, and the date in the lower right corner was very clear: January 3, 2009.
"I... Am not dead?"
Memory fragments poured in like crazy - he was thirty years old, the second-in-command of a transnational smuggling group, there was a fire at the dock, and three bullets penetrated his chest.
Now these hands are tender and have no scars.
The calendar on the wall shows a tacky God of Wealth, with a date circled in red pen next to it. It's today.
Bite--
