Rocot: Reborn

"Talk? Talk about what?" Howard swallowed. He knew that the "talk" that Rocot was talking about was definitely not a friendly tea party, but more like an ultimatum before a gang fight. "You don't mean to..."

Roccod did not answer, but walked to the corner of the warehouse and lifted a piece of rag, revealing the weapons piled underneath. They were modified energy guns, each of which exuded a cold murderous aura, just like Roccod's eyes at the moment.

"You're crazy! The Williams family is a giant. Your blatant provocation will only..."

"Shut up!" Rocot turned his head suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "You just need to do what I say, and don't worry about the rest!" He interrupted Howard rudely, then picked up an energy pistol and checked the magazine skillfully, as if caressing his lover's skin.

Howard didn't dare to say anything else. He knew very well what this man looked like when he went crazy. Ten years ago, Roccod was known as the "King of the Night" and controlled the order of the entire underground world. But later...

"I'll arrange it. Three days later, at the Blue Moon Bar." Howard lowered his head, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and fear.

"Very good." Rocot smiled with satisfaction, but that smile made Howard feel a chill on his back, as if a poisonous snake was slowly crawling along his spine.

Three days later, Blue Moon Bar.

Under the dim lights and deafening music, people of all kinds twisted their bodies on the dance floor, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, perfume and hormones.

Rocot sat in the corner, his black windbreaker making him blend perfectly into the shadows. Only the scarlet wine flashing between his fingers seemed to silently tell of his danger.

"You came."

A deep voice sounded in Roccod's ears. He looked up and saw a tall man standing in front of him. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, shiny leather shoes, and a hypocritical smile on his face, all of which showed his identity and status - the second son of the Williams family, Richard Williams.

"I'm curious," Richard said, sitting elegantly opposite Roccod, shaking his glass gently, "How can you, a homeless person like you, have the guts to ask me out?"

Rocot didn't say anything, but just looked at him coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could cut Richard into pieces in the next second.

"You seem very interested in Susanna's death ten years ago?" Roccod finally spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

"Suzanna?" Richard frowned in puzzlement. "It was just an accident. Do you suspect..."

"What do I suspect?" Roccod suddenly approached Richard, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. "I suspect that it was not an accident at all, but a murder carefully planned by your Williams family!"

Richard's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He smiled contemptuously and said, "Where's the evidence? What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence?" Rocot sneered, stood up, and looked down at Richard. "Soon, you will see your shameful deeds. I will expose them one by one to the world, and let the whole world know how dirty your Williams family is!"

Rocot turned to leave, but was stopped by Richard.

"Wait," Richard's voice was filled with a hint of panic, "What do you want? Money? Women? Power? I can give you everything you want, as long as you..."

"I don't want anything," Rocot stopped but didn't look back, "What I want is for your Williams family to pay with blood!"

After saying that, Rocot left the bar without looking back, leaving Richard sitting there alone with a terribly gloomy face.

At the same time, in the building opposite the Blue Moon Bar, a woman in a black tights was observing everything in the bar with a high-powered telescope.

"The target has appeared. The second son of the Williams family, Richard Williams, has also arrived." The woman whispered into the headset, "The target is emotional and seems to have had an argument with Richard."

"Very good, continue monitoring and report any situation at any time." A deep male voice came from the headset, "Remember, do not act rashly without my order."

"I see." The woman responded in a low voice, and then continued to observe the situation in the bar through the telescope, with a playful smile on her lips, "It's getting more and more interesting. This game..."

The woman put down the telescope and tapped the tabletop with her slender fingers, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. The playful smile on her lips became even more intense, as if she was enjoying a carefully directed farce.

"Boss, do you need me to do anything? Like, add some 'spice' to them?" The woman's voice was a little teasing, as if she was saying that the weather was really nice today.

There was silence on the other end of the headset for a few seconds, and then a deep male voice sounded again: "Not for now. This Rokod is not a simple person. Let's wait and see. I want to know what he wants to do."

"Understood." The woman answered straightforwardly, but there was a sly look in her eyes. If she was not allowed to intervene, then she would have to watch carefully how the ruthless "King of Darkness" in the legend would play this revenge game.

In the bar, Richard's face was livid. Rocot's words were like poisonous thorns that pierced his heart. Susanna's death had always been a thorn in his heart. For the sake of the family's interests, he personally sent his beloved woman to the guillotine, and this sinful secret was only known to him and a few core members of the family.

"Damn it!" Richard cursed inwardly and drank the wine in the glass. He didn't know how much evidence Rocot had, but his intuition told him that this man was definitely not easy to deal with.

"Someone come here!" Richard shouted to the outside of the door, and two bodyguards in black suits immediately walked in and stood in front of him respectfully.

"Investigate it for me! Find out what this Rocot has been doing all these years. Also, keep a close eye on him and don't let him ruin my plans!" Richard lowered his voice, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Yes, boss!" The bodyguard took the order and left. Richard leaned back on the sofa, replaying Rocot's words in his mind, feeling increasingly uneasy.

At the same time, after leaving the bar, Roccod did not return to his residence immediately, but rented a computer in a nearby Internet cafe. Under the dim light, he skillfully entered a string of complex codes, and photos and files suddenly appeared on the screen.

These are all evidences of crimes committed by the Williams family over the years, including smuggling arms, assassinating politicians, manipulating financial markets, etc. Each of them is enough to bring their family to ruin. And these materials were collected bit by bit by Roccod after his "rebirth" using the knowledge and methods of his previous life.

"The game has just begun..." Roccod looked at the information on the screen, with a cold smile on his face. He knew that this was only the first step. If he wanted to make the Williams family pay the price, he needed a more careful plan.

Suddenly, Locot's eyes became stern. He sensed something strange. Someone was secretly watching him!