The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 196 - 193: This Slap in the Face, No Problem!
"Ah!!!"
A dreadful cry of pain howled from Qin Feng’s mouth. The next moment, with a thunderous BANG!, his elegant and poised figure plummeted face-first to the ground. Caught completely off guard, his nose burst in a spray of blood on impact!
The entire banquet hall fell deathly silent. You could hear a pin drop. Even Wang Tianyu’s eyes widened in horror. Every gaze in the room instantly focused on Qin Fan.
He... how dare he attack Qin Feng? Is he actively trying to get himself killed?
"Tsk, tsk, the show is about to start! That was a satisfying slap, nothing wrong with that," Ma Yunbin murmured, calmly lifting a glass of champagne to his lips. He was the only one in the entire venue who remained composed and at ease. After learning that Qin Fan was coming to the party, he knew a scene like this was inevitable. The only surprise was that the one to stick his neck out was from the Qin family. Have they not learned their lesson from what happened to Qin Shuai? At that moment, Ma Yunbin mercilessly slapped the "idiot" label onto the entire Qin family.
Amidst the stunned silence of dozens of socialites, Qin Fan, with his hands in his pockets, walked up to Qin Feng with a sinister smile. He planted a foot on Qin Feng’s back, pinning him down as he struggled to get up.
"It’s you!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth, craning his neck painfully to look up past the leg pinning him down. He roared in anger the moment he saw Qin Fan’s face.
"Something wrong?" Qin Fan taunted, looking down at Qin Feng’s savage expression. In his dictionary, the word "mercy" simply didn’t exist when it came to any member of the Qin family.
"Trash, do you know what you’re doing? Are you tired of living? Are you fucking asking for a death wish!" Bracing his hands on the floor, Qin Feng struggled desperately to throw off the foot on his back. But no matter how much he thrashed, he couldn’t budge it in the slightest. He could only roar madly in a storm of rage and hatred.
"Young Master Qin, didn’t that old bastard in your family tell you not to provoke me? Didn’t he tell you to keep your distance whenever you see me? It seems the fate of Qin Shuai taught your family nothing at all!" Qin Fan shook his head contemptuously. The foot on Qin Feng’s back suddenly ground down with force.
As Qin Feng let out another howl like a slaughtered pig, Qin Fan continued, "You know something, Young Master Qin? Right now, you look like a dead dog! No, calling you a dead dog is a compliment! You’re like a pile of mud—a pile of mud being trampled by the very ’trash’ you look down on!"
"What!"
"Qin Shuai was crippled by him?"
"This... how is that possible? He crippled Qin Shuai and he’s still standing here?"
"If that’s true, would Second Master Qin let him get away with it?"
As soon as Qin Fan mentioned Qin Shuai’s name, the banquet hall erupted into chaos! Everyone began to exclaim and trade shocked whispers. Hidden in the crowd, Xu Jiayi listened with her brow tightly furrowed. Watching Qin Fan shamelessly humiliate Qin Feng, she was suddenly struck by the feeling that she had missed something important.
"Did you say you crippled Qin Shuai?" Wang Tianyu stepped forward, frowning as he spoke over the commotion.
"Mm-hm. You want to stand up for him?" Qin Fan turned his head, flashing a completely harmless-looking smile at Wang Tianyu.
"What happened to Qin Shuai!" Unaware of Qin Shuai’s condition, Qin Feng heard the uproar and Wang Tianhu’s cry of alarm, and he immediately sensed something was terribly wrong. He instinctively ignored the humiliation Qin Fan was heaping on him and shouted the question.
"Qin Shuai had one of his legs crippled! His kneecap was shattered!" Wang Tianyu said slowly, an inexplicable wave of dread rising in him as his gaze met Qin Fan’s deceptively calm and harmless expression.
"You did it? No, impossible... IMPOSSIBLE!" Qin Feng stared up at Qin Fan, his face draining of all color as he yelled.
If this is true, what’s going to happen to me today? If he dared to cripple Qin Shuai, would he care about crippling one more person? Damn it, how is this possible! How did this piece of trash suddenly get so powerful! How could Second Uncle, Second Aunt, and Grandfather possibly allow something like this to happen?
"You still haven’t answered my question. I asked you, how was the red wine?" Ignoring Qin Feng, Qin Fan lifted his foot from his back. He hooked his foot under Qin Feng’s prone body, flipping him over onto his back, and asked with a placid smile.
"What... what are you doing!" Faced with this sudden, dramatic reversal, Qin Feng panicked.
"Nothing much. Just want you to spit it back out!" The corners of Qin Fan’s mouth curved into a disdainful smirk.
The words had barely left his mouth when he lifted his right foot and brought it smashing down on Qin Feng’s abdomen!
THUD!
A muffled impact erupted from his stomach!
SPLURT!
A violent convulsion seized his gut. Not only did he spew up the red wine he’d just drunk, but even the meal he’d eaten on the plane came gushing out! The scene was utterly disgusting, utterly horrifying.
"Are you done puking? If not, I can help with another kick!" Qin Fan remarked with a smile, having sidestepped the spray of vomit.
"No... no... don’t... please!" a hoarse, panicked voice cried from Qin Feng’s lips.
But Qin Fan turned a deaf ear.
No? Who gave you the right to say no?
His right foot, still resting on Qin Feng’s abdomen, pressed down hard once more!
SPLURT!
Another sickening wet sound. With his stomach already empty, Qin Feng felt a surge of metallic sweetness in his throat. Unable to suppress the rising bile and blood, he vomited a mouthful of crimson.
The socialites who had witnessed every moment of this felt a cold chill shoot down their spines.
A madman. He’s a complete and utter madman! First Qin Shuai, now Qin Feng... what gives him the right to provoke the entire Qin family! Beyond labeling him a madman, they couldn’t find any other explanation within the circles of Jiangzhou!
The noblewoman who had encountered Qin Fan in the elevator turned pale at the sight. Her delicate body shook violently as she clutched the man beside her. She bowed her head low, not daring to look at Qin Fan again, terrified the madman would notice her.
"Go back and tell that old bastard the game has begun! I, Qin Fan, will settle the score with every last one of you! Qin Shuai wasn’t the first, and you, Qin Feng, won’t be the last!" With a final, chilling sneer, he swung his leg, smashing it into Qin Feng’s arm.
With a sickening CRACK!, Qin Feng’s entire body was sent flying toward the main doors of the banquet hall. He crashed into the elevator doors with a loud BANG! and collapsed, unconscious.
"Qin Fan, you have some nerve!"
Seeing that Ma Yunbin remained indifferent, Wang Tianyu, as the man with the highest status and most powerful background at the gathering, could no longer hold back. He roared in fury.
"Everyone in Jiangzhou knows how close I am with Qin Feng! Beating him up right in front of me... how is that any different from slapping me in the face? I’d have to step in even if Ma Yunbin was the one who did it, let alone a nobody like you!"
