After reading this news, Chou Ping could only sigh inwardly. The geopolitical game between major powers inadvertently harms so many people, and perhaps only those who have been harmed truly understand the consequences.
The so-called "at any cost" probably refers to the lives of civilians.
However, Chou Ping knows that the damage this time is definitely not limited to Kailin alone. Perhaps this was her first commissioned task, leading her to attach too much importance to the money involved, eventually pushing her onto the path of regret and despair.
Chou Ping quite likes Kailin. It's not just her charming appearance; after a thorough understanding, Chou Ping knows that she is also kind and simple. Although he is a bit unhappy with her unauthorized use of his money for stock trading, she paid the ultimate price for it.
Now that he has the ability to rewrite this tragedy, he certainly won't stand idly by. Everything is waiting for the next cycle to restart, and Chou Ping already has a plan in mind.
Unconsciously, it was time to get off work. Like everyone else, Chou Ping turned off his computer, packed up, and left his seat.
"Chou, be careful on the way home."
A colleague, Anderson, dropped a casual remark at the elevator and hurried away. Chou Ping was left bewildered by this inexplicable statement.
"Hey, Anderson, aren't you leaving with me?"
"No, I have something to do. I'll leave later."
Chou Ping shrugged. Anderson's behavior today was a bit unusual, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Ding!
The elevator arrived, and Chou Ping shook his head as he walked in. With the ability to reset time, he wasn't afraid of anything, not even death. Today, Chou Ping planned to go straight home; his mind was filled with thoughts of saving Kailin in the next cycle, without even considering going out for fun.
However, just as Chou Ping walked out of the building, two muscular men approached him and, without a word, grabbed him.
In that instant, Chou Ping was taken aback, and even resistance was forgotten. After walking a few steps, he came back to his senses and shouted, "What do you want? Have you mistaken me for someone else?"
"Hey, let go quickly! You're committing a crime. I'll report and have you arrested!"
There was a camera at the entrance, and from this angle, it could clearly capture the faces of the two strong men. In the United States, being arrested for endangering personal safety was a serious charge, and the bail amount could be very high.
Chou Ping instinctively turned his head, only to find that the camera was completely blocked by a balloon.
Damn it, these two guys definitely planned this! But Chou Ping was puzzled; he didn't know these two men at all. Could it be the people sent by the casino?
That shouldn't be the case. Today is Monday, and it's been two days since Friday. If the casino wanted trouble, why wait so long?
Wait a minute, Chou Ping suddenly thought of the earlier strange behavior of Anderson. It suddenly became clear.
Ram!
It must be that guy with extreme racial superiority who Chou Ping had confronted in the elevator before. He held a grudge and came to seek revenge.
Anderson's abnormal behavior was probably because he had already suffered a setback but didn't dare to tell Chou Ping directly. What a pitiful honest man.
Just as Chou Ping's thoughts were racing, the two big men had already dragged him to a small alley on the side of the building.
Although he had worked here for nearly a year, Chou Ping had always followed the routine and had never walked through this alley. The two big men released Chou Ping; taking advantage of the situation was not Chou Ping's style. Even with the ability to reset time, he didn't want to be beaten for no reason and looked for an opportunity to escape.
However, as soon as he turned his head, he found that four white men had come up from behind. The one in the middle, with a freckled face and a flower shirt, was none other than Ram.
Approaching, Ram grinned and pointed at Chou Ping, "Damn yellow monkey, you managed to avoid me over the weekend, but today your luck won't be so good!"
It seemed that there was no escape. Chou Ping calmed down instead, squinting at Ram and saying coldly, "You idiot, you'd better watch your language, or I will make you understand the harm of racial discrimination!"
Ram exaggeratedly sneered, "Haha, did you stuff sausages in your brain? Do you still dare to threaten me with that recording? Do you think I will give you a chance to release that recording?"
With a ferocious expression, Ram gritted his teeth and shouted, "Now, immediately, hand over your phone, and I'll consider going easy when I beat you later!"
"And what if I don't?"
"If you don't, then I'll take it myself!"
Chou Ping kept his eyes on Ram. He knew he wasn't Bruce Lee, and being surrounded by a group of people, a beating was inevitable. However, he wouldn't give up resistance. Even if he died, he wouldn't let Ram off easily.
The best choice was undoubtedly Ram, who had been emptied by alcohol and drugs.
"Guys, get him! Teach this yellow monkey what begging on his knees means, and grab his phone while you're at it!"
As Ram spoke, Chou Ping made the first move. He pushed off with his foot, propelling himself towards Ram within a meter or two. He reached around Ram's neck with his left hand and hooked forcefully.
"You scum, if you want to teach me a lesson, be prepared to be taught a lesson by me!"
A fierce gleam flashed in Chou Ping's eyes, and his right fist struck Ram's stomach with force.
"Fuck! That hurts! Let go of me!"
Chou Ping's sudden attack surprised the other white men who were preparing to act. It wasn't until Ram cried out in pain that they reacted.
Immediately, they swarmed towards Chou Ping. One of them, with a menacing posture, headed straight for Chou Ping's temple. His stance clearly showed an intention to kill.
"Damn it, let's do it!"
Chou Ping went all out. With his left hand, he forcefully lifted the hundred or so kilograms of Ram, then used his right hand to support Ram's back, shielding himself.
Bang!
The sound of a fist hitting flesh, accompanied by cries of pain.
"Oh, shit, that hurts!"
A punch landed on Ram's body, and the white man also paused for a moment.
"Ram, I didn't mean to..."
"Never mind me, just beat him! If I get hurt, I'll take care of it myself!"
Ram, filled with hatred, roared. At the same time, he suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and bit Chou Ping's arm.
Feeling the pain, Chou Ping instinctively threw Ram away, smashing into the others.
Another cry of pain, and Ram struggled to climb up, shouting loudly, "Damn it, what are you waiting for? Break his hands and legs, I want him kneeling at my feet!"
While Ram spoke, he crouched and retreated a few steps behind two burly white men, apparently not wanting to be beaten again.
Chou Ping's face darkened. Although he enjoyed exercising and had a robust physique, these five strong white men were obviously not to be trifled with.
As for Ram, the weakling, he could be ignored if he didn't have a gun.