The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 161 - 158: Smash it as finely as you can!

"Smash it up, from the outside to the inside! Don’t miss a single spot!" Ma Yunbin swept his arm in a grand gesture and, with an arrogant snicker, strutted inside.

Behind him, the cohort of men in black shouted in unison, "Yes, Young Master Ma!"

At his command, the trunks of several Audi A4s popped open. Dozens of men quickly grabbed iron hammers and rods and surrounded Seventh Space amidst the stares of numerous onlookers.

The moment Ma Yunbin appeared inside Seventh Space, Qin Shuai’s howling abruptly ceased. Cold sweat beaded on his agonized face. He was first stunned, then alarmed.

He instinctively gasped and cried out, his eyes wide, "Young Master Ma!"

Qin Fan had just left, and Ma Yunbin was already on his heels? Damn it, what was happening? Was it a coincidence?

But before Qin Shuai could ponder any further, Ma Yunbin said coldly, "Get lost!"

The middle-aged man, still sprawled on the ground and unable to get up, witnessed this scene and heard the simple exchange. His face turned ashen.

A man Qin Shuai called ’Young Master Ma’? A man who could curtly command Qin Shuai to get lost? Was this the same person he had dismissed as being no better than trash?

Boundless fear and despair flooded his heart. At that moment, he finally understood what Qin Fan had told him: "The biggest mistake you’ll ever make, the thing you’ll regret most in your life, will be telling me to ’get lost.’ Do you understand?"

Yes, now he understood. But it was too late.

"Drag him over here!" Ma Yunbin commanded with a cold smile, pointing at the ashen-faced man.

"No, please, no! Young Master Ma, I was wrong, I was wrong! No, no—!" the middle-aged man screamed frantically as he was dragged across the ground.

He had no idea who Young Master Ma really was; the name meant nothing to him. But what sort of high-level figure could possibly frighten even Qin Shuai? The middle-aged man couldn’t fathom it. All that remained for him now was terror and despair.

"You were wrong? Wrong, my ass! Pin down his limbs for me!" Ma Yunbin bellowed furiously.

At his command, several men in black immediately complied, using their feet to pin the middle-aged man’s limbs to the floor and immobilize him.

"Fucking hell! You wanted to act tough? You told me to get lost? Let me tell you, there’s no one in Jiangzhou with the balls to say that to me! Even in Four-nine City, you could count the ones who dare on one hand! When the hell did a stinking moron like you get the right to show off in front of me?" Ma Yunbin snarled.

He raised his foot and slammed it down hard on the middle-aged man’s mouth.

"AH!!!"

With Ma Yunbin’s forceful stomp, blood splattered from the middle-aged man’s mouth. The excruciating pain he felt defied description. It had escalated to the level of pure torture.

Amidst the man’s screams, Ma Yunbin ground his shoe into his mouth. "I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care to know! Now, I swear on these lights, if I don’t leave you a bloody mess, if I don’t drive you out of Jiangzhou with nowhere left to hide, then I, Ma Yunbin, will write my name backward!"

"WHIMPER—!"

Compared to the physical torment, Ma Yunbin’s words plunged the middle-aged man’s world into complete darkness.

He had spent decades building his entire fortune in Jiangzhou. Was it all about to be thrown away?

The middle-aged man was all too familiar with the methods of these spoiled heirs. When a figure of that status spoke those words, it meant he was aiming to cut off all avenues of escape.

As Ma Yunbin’s shoe moved slightly away from his mouth, the man shouted madly, "Young Master Qin, save me, save me!" At this point, his only hope was pinned on Qin Shuai.

"Save you, my ass!" The middle-aged man would have been better off silent. The moment he spoke, he enraged Ma Yunbin all over again.

He raised his foot and stomped down viciously once more.

Amidst the spray of blood and heart-wrenching screams, Ma Yunbin gestured back at Qin Shuai with his thumb. "Expecting this piece of trash to save you? Ask him if he can. Ask him if he dares!"

Ma Yunbin had barely finished speaking when Qin Shuai succumbed to the double blow to his mind and body. The excruciating pain from his shattered left kneecap overwhelmed him, and he fainted.

"Young Master Qin!"

"Young Master Qin!"

"Young Master Qin!"

Seeing this, the other young men cried out in panic. Ignoring Ma Yunbin’s intimidating presence, they rushed to surround Qin Shuai and immediately dialed 911.

Ma Yunbin just shook his head with a cold sneer.

He released the foot crushing the man’s mouth and followed up with a sweeping kick to his ribs.

Amidst the pig-like squeals, he slowly turned around. He subconsciously mimicked Qin Fan’s cool demeanor, tucking his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

As he left, he ordered, "Smash it all! Smash it to bits!"

***

Not long after Ma Yunbin left, the incident at Seventh Space spread quickly across the upper echelons of Jiangzhou.

Normally, an unremarkable bar like Seventh Space getting smashed up wouldn’t have been surprising. What stunned people, however, were the short videos that began circulating, many of which clearly captured Ma Yunbin’s face. This instantly escalated the situation to an extremely sensitive level.

But before people could find out what had happened, an even more sensational piece of news broke.

The Qin family’s young master, Qin Shuai, had been carried out of Seventh Space unconscious and rushed away by an ambulance!

The moment this news broke, Jiangzhou’s entire high society was in an uproar.

Everyone automatically linked Qin Shuai’s incident to Ma Yunbin. After all, on Jiangzhou’s turf, besides Ma Yunbin who was also at Seventh Space, who else could have done this to Qin Shuai? And who else would dare?

Outside the operating room at Jiangzhou People’s Hospital, several elegantly dressed men and women hurried out of an elevator. They quickly approached the group of young men.

"Someone tell me what happened! What happened!" a middle-aged man demanded breathlessly, his fists clenched.

If Qin Fan had been there, he would certainly have had an emotional reaction, because this man was none other than his second uncle, Qin Jun—the man who, in his previous life, had caused his parents to be imprisoned.

"Uncle Qin, we... we... Young Master Qin’s kneecap was shattered!" one of the young men stammered, trembling and unable to meet Qin Jun’s eyes.

His kneecap was shattered?

Hearing this, the well-dressed woman beside Qin Jun staggered, nearly collapsing.

"Who was it? Who did this?!" she shrieked, her sharp, fierce voice echoing outside the operating room.

Ignoring the woman’s hysterics, Qin Jun hissed through his teeth, "Was it Ma Yunbin?"

"No, no, it wasn’t him!" the young man replied quickly.

Qin Jun relaxed slightly. But then his face twisted with ferocity, his brow furrowed as he gritted out, "Then who did it?!"

Who did it? Before Qin Shuai woke up, would they dare to say? They wouldn’t dare. After all, being crippled by Qin Fan was an absolute and tremendous disgrace. Until they knew Qin Shuai’s own attitude on the matter, they truly didn’t dare utter his name.