Reborn for Vengeance

Repaying the village, I helped clear surplus watermelons. The village promised 130,000 for my critically ill mother's treatment. Chief Dawson and his son broke their word, giving 88 cents. My mother passed away. I died filled with hatred. Reborn, my heart turned cold. I no longer trust verbal promises. I will cut off their supply chains, block sales, letting produce rot, making the greedy pay. I will crush them step by step in my revenge. No mercy.