Chapter 3 The Robbery


    As soon as Glenn pushed open the door, he saw a tall, slightly hunched figure calling out on the neighboring lawn, holding something in his hand.


    The old man turned at the sound of the door opening. Seeing it was Glenn, his shouting paused, as if he wanted to ask something but held back.


    He only gave a sinister smile.


    If it were the original host, he would probably have been scared back into the house to lock the door.


    But the current Glenn didn’t fear the other party. He returned the smile with a faint one of his own.


    The old man’s expression stiffened, as if wondering why this spineless kid was so brave today.


    With a cold snort, the old man carried his things back into his house, slamming the door heavily.


    Didn’t he find the dog’s body? Glenn withdrew his gaze from the neighbor and looked at the spot where the bulldog had died last night.


    There was indeed nothing there, causing his face to grow grave.


    He took several large steps to that spot and squatted down.


    Up close, he still noticed faint traces of blood, as if something had scrubbed or licked them away.


    There really are things wandering here at night. Just what is it? I’ll check when I have time… Glenn stood up again, glanced at the old man’s house, and turned back into his own.


    He went straight to the utility room, found a wooden stick of unknown purpose, and swung it a few times. It felt fairly comfortable in his hand.


    “Perfect.”


    Although Glenn had confidence in his combat skills, this wasn’t a reason to let his guard down—after all, the other party had a gun.


    The bearded man’s revolver was lost in the woods. He’d go pick it up after the robbery—once he got bullets, it could be used… As Glenn thought this, he walked out of the house.


    The town remained quiet, with the distant horizon swallowed by fog—a common weather here.


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    Sunny days existed but were rare. Without memories as proof, outsiders would think this was an empty town perpetually shrouded in mist.


    Glenn stepped out of the yard, staying vigilant of his surroundings while planning how to handle a potential confrontation.


    He leaped lightly over the fence, landing on the old man’s lawn. Hiding the stick behind his back, he approached the front door and knocked.


    Dong, dong.


    After two clear knocks, Glenn waited quietly.


    But after a long time, the wooden door remained motionless.


    What’s going on? Shouldn’t this old bastard come storming out to beat me up? Glenn’s eyes flickered as he knocked again.


    “Old man, I need to talk to you. Open the door! I won’t hurt you! I promise!” Glenn shouted as he knocked, adding in his mind… Just here to rob you, that’s all.


    He knocked outside for a long while, but there was still no response from inside!


    Glenn switched to pounding, the dull thuds much louder, yet still ineffective.


    Could he have vanished into thin air? Glenn stopped pounding, thought for a moment, and said:


    “Don’t you want to know where your precious went?”


    As soon as the words fell, Glenn clearly heard a clanging noise from inside the house.


    He should come out now, right? Glenn braced himself, eyes fixed on the wooden door.


    But he’d overestimated.


    Still no movement. Glenn’s eye twitched, a vein throbbing on his forehead.


    “Fine, then don’t blame me for breaking in!” Glenn took a few steps back and kicked out sharply!


    Bang!


    The not-so-sturdy wooden door was kicked open. Instead of charging in directly, Glenn swiftly dodged to the left—just in time to hear a gunshot.


    Bang!


    The old man inside, aiming the gun, hadn’t expected his target to dodge. He froze for a moment but immediately tried to chamber a second round.


    But Glenn had already rushed into the house at extreme speed, raising the wooden stick to strike the old man’s head!


    In a panic, the old man could only raise his gun to block.


    A violent tremor ran through his arm, shocking him.


    Before he could react further, a heavy blow landed on his stomach, nearly making him vomit up last night’s meal.


    He swung the shotgun wildly, hoping to hit his opponent, but it was meaningless against Glenn’s experience.


    In his past life, Glenn had received professional training and knew how to handle armed enemies.


    Taking advantage of the old man’s weakness, Glenn snatched the shotgun and kicked him away.


    “Old timer, better behave, or…”


    Glenn ran his hand along the shotgun, staring at the tall old man slowly getting up, and threatened.


    The man was about 1.9 meters tall with thick arms, clearly a tough guy, but his current appearance made it easy to let down one’s guard.


    “Kid, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but don’t think you’re invincible. Our neighbors won’t like noisy residents.”


    The old man spat out blood-tinged saliva, his voice hoarse.


    He must have noticed my changes earlier, which is why he hid in the house instead of his usual arrogance… Glenn didn’t answer, instead asking:


    “Where do you keep the food? Tell me, and I’ll be merciful and spare your life.”


    This abrupt shift in topic confused the old man. “You… What do you mean?”


    “What do I mean? I’m here to ROB you! Can’t you tell? I’m starving, so don’t waste my time. Otherwise, I’ll make you suffer.” Glenn looked impatient.


    The old man’s face darkened, but he finally raised a finger to point at a room in the house. “It’s… all in the kitchen.”


    Without hesitation, Glenn shouldered the gun and strode toward the direction the old man indicated.


    Soon, the old man heard the sound of rummaging in the kitchen, followed by chewing noises.


    He sat on the ground, unsure how to react.


    What happened to this kid? He’s a completely different person, and his combat skills are incredible. Could he be possessed by a spirit? the old man wondered.


    The old man’s kitchen was better stocked than Glenn’s, with cabinets almost overflowing with food, satisfying Glenn’s hunger thoroughly.


    After eating his fill, he had time to assess himself.


    From the fight with the old man, he could clearly feel his body’s strength exceeded that of an ordinary person—even his past self… If Glenn hadn’t held back that decisive punch, the old man probably wouldn’t have gotten up.


    All the wounds from yesterday had healed without a trace, which was also strange…


    It felt like something had filled part of his veins, strengthening his muscles. When had this change occurred? He’d been too weak when he first transmigrated to notice… Glenn clenched his fist, feeling surging power.


    He stopped thinking and returned to the old man, saying sincerely: “Thanks for the meal. Don’t feel too wronged—you used to bully me like this too. I’m sure you know this is karma. I’ll be taking this shotgun.”


    Under the old man’s angry gaze, Glenn walked out of the house.