Chapter 18: Editing the Video

It had been ten years since he last came to pay respects to his grandfather. Cao Kun had so much to say that once he sat down and began speaking, the words flowed endlessly, and before he knew it, the eastern sky was already turning pale with dawn.

After finishing the last sip of wine, Cao Kun looked at the cigarette butts scattered on the ground and the offerings he had completely devoured. A grin spread across his face.

“I’ve enjoyed talking so much that I didn’t even realize I finished the offerings I brought for you, old man. Next time, I’ll bring you something better!”

With that, Cao Kun stood up and continued, “Grandpa, I’ve said so much, but honestly, the reason I came this time was to tell you not to worry. Your grandson will live a safe, fulfilling life this time around.”

“As for living well, having plenty to eat and drink, and even a harem of wives—it’s all within reach. Just watch how I do. I’m leaving now, so don’t worry about me. I’ll come see you again next time!”

He smiled brightly at the grave, waved his hand, and then, facing the faintly brightening eastern sky, left the cemetery.

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Five o’clock in the afternoon.

Inside an old room, Cao Kun stepped out of the bedroom naked and headed to the washroom.

He hadn’t rested much during his days in Haicheng, and after staying up all night, he took a good nap upon returning from the cemetery.

More than ten minutes later, after freshening up, Cao Kun stood before the full-length mirror in the living room.

Looking at his reflection, his body seemed sculpted—sharp angles defined, muscles clearly pronounced. A smile involuntarily lifted the corner of his mouth.

There was no denying it—the “Rice Bucket 72” method really worked wonders.

In just a few days, his physique rivaled that of his previous life.

Even more impressive, more striking!

After all, his current body bore none of the ugly scars he had before.

Fair-skinned and clean, it radiated masculine power, especially the eight evenly arranged abs that screamed explosive strength.

Habitually examining his form, Cao Kun smiled again, then returned to the bedroom and powered on his computer.

The house in Yundong District was bought, he had paid respects to his grandfather, rested well, and refreshed his spirit. If he didn’t exact revenge now, it would be unjustifiable.

Once the computer fully booted up, Cao Kun expertly opened the C drive and launched a video file.

At the beginning of the video, in a dim alleyway, a graceful young woman was swiftly dragged inside by three thugs.

It was a video showing Bai Jing, Wang Shanshan’s mother, being harassed by the three goons.

Because he was busy handling matters in Yundong District, Cao Kun hadn’t had a chance to watch the footage properly after filming it that night.

Soon after watching the video, an idea struck him.

Although Bai Jing had been coerced, the coercion did not persist throughout the entire clip.

If the beginning and end were removed, leaving only the middle portion, it would appear to be a clear case of infidelity.

A smile curled Cao Kun’s lips as he murmured, “My dear Uncle Wang, I hope you like this.”

With that, he opened video editing software and began working.

Within a few minutes, Cao Kun completed the video edit.

After reviewing the footage twice to ensure there were no mistakes, he copied it onto a USB drive.

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID read: Sun Wei.

Seeing the name, Cao Kun’s eyes narrowed sharply.

At the same time, a murderous gleam flickered in his gaze.