The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 200 - 197: In the Identity of Your Cousin!

"Qin Fan, don’t you think you’ve gone a bit too far?"

Amidst a palpable, anxious tension, a stunning figure walked in through the open doors of the banquet hall, her face an expressionless mask. It was Qin Moran! She was Grandmaster Qin’s most favored descendant—bar none.

Her words echoed through the banquet hall, punctuated by the thud of her footsteps. Seeing her, everyone present held their breath.

When it came to the most significant member of the Qin family’s new generation, it wasn’t Qin Shuai or Qin Feng, but the female Qin Moran. Everyone in Jiangzhou’s upper circles knew that Miss Qin often served as Grandmaster Qin’s spokesperson. Was she acting on his behalf now, too?

With a slight smile, Qin Fan pushed Ma Yunbin aside and strode toward Qin Moran.

He scoffed. "What did you say? Too far? Do you have the right to tell me I’ve gone too far?"

"You’re right, I don’t have the right to say it. The entire Qin family doesn’t! But Qin Shuai is crippled and Qin Feng has been rushed to the emergency room. What more do you want?" Qin Moran said.

"Haha, Miss Qin, before I answer your question, I’d like to know in what capacity you are speaking to me right now?" Qin Fan suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"As your older cousin!" Qin Moran said through clenched teeth, not shying away from Qin Fan’s piercing gaze.

Older cousin?

The crowd was stunned. Hearing this, Qin Fan threw his head back and laughed boisterously. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

It had been years since he was expelled from the Qin family. In all that time, had a single member of the Qin family ever appeared before his family for any reason other than to humiliate them?

And now the plot suddenly twists to include an ’older cousin’? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!

"I have nothing to do with the Qin family. No uncles, no brothers or sisters. If I have any relatives among them, they are my enemies! Miss Qin, what are you trying to accomplish by calling yourself my cousin?" Qin Fan said, shaking his head in derision.

"I admit, the Qin family has done many wrongs to your family, but do you have to be so cruel and merciless?" Qin Moran asked.

Cruel and merciless? Is that all this is? Compared to what those Qin family scumbags did to my family behind our backs, you call this ’going too far’? ’Cruel and merciless’? What a joke!

"Miss Qin, let me tell you something. As far as I’m concerned, this is just the beginning!" With a smirk, Qin Fan looked at Qin Moran’s pale face and continued, "However, you should be grateful. In my memory, you only ever played the role of a bystander. Because of that, my revenge against the Qin family will not involve you. You can rest easy."

Qin Fan’s indifferent sneer was like a knife twisting in Qin Moran’s heart. It was true. For the most part, she had only been a bystander to the Qin family’s abuse of Qin Fan and his parents. But she had also secretly helped them resolve countless troubles, acts that no one knew about. Hearing Qin Fan dismiss her as a mere bystander made her heart ache with a bitter, helpless feeling.

She took a deep breath, met Qin Fan’s gaze, and asked, "Qin Fan, what will it take for you to stop?"

At her words, Qin Fan suddenly paused, a cold, fierce look crossing his face. Reaching out, he snatched a wine glass from a man nearby. Then, right in front of Qin Moran, he began to gently squeeze.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

With a series of crisp sounds, the tempered wine glass shattered in his hand. Red wine trickled down his arm, yet his skin remained completely unscathed. Before the disbelieving eyes of the dozens of guests, who looked as though they had just seen a ghost, the glass was reduced to fine shards that scattered across the floor.

"Just like this glass," Qin Fan declared. "The day the Qin family is ruined, its members dead or wishing for death—that is the day I, Qin Fan, will stop."

He let out a cold chuckle, picked up a towel from a waiter’s tray, and wiped his hands. After casting one last sorrowful, hate-filled glance at Qin Moran, he turned and strode resolutely out of the banquet hall.

A deathly silence spread throughout the hall in his wake. Everyone, including Ma Yunbin and Ye Xuan, was stunned by his words.

He would only stop on the day the family was ruined and its members suffered a fate worse than death? Was he talking about the Qin family? He planned to topple the deeply-rooted Qin family all by himself? Was that even possible? On what grounds? What resources did he possess?

Of course, Ma Yunbin and Ye Xuan were not among those thinking such thoughts. As witnesses to Qin Fan’s many otherworldly and mysterious abilities, they were absolutely certain his words were not empty threats. Toppling the Qin family was a far-fetched dream for most, and no easy task even for the likes of the Ye or Ma families. But to a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, what was a clan like that? It was only a matter of how Qin Fan chose to destroy them.

"Miss Qin! You should feel fortunate to have escaped this. As of this moment, the countdown for the Qin family has officially begun," Ma Yunbin said in a low voice, walking casually to Qin Moran’s side and giving her a sympathetic look.

"What do you mean?" Qin Moran’s delicate body trembled as she asked.

"It means exactly what it sounds like. When Master Qin says the Qin family will be ruined and suffer a fate worse than death, he doesn’t mean you’ll all have a happy family reunion! Go back and tell your family. Eat, drink, and be merry. Enjoy the good life before disaster strikes. Goodbye, and good luck!" Young Master Ma, who had always disliked the Qin family, patted Qin Moran’s arm with unconcealed schadenfreude before turning and striding away with his head held high.

Master Qin? Disaster?

The words struck Qin Moran, and her face turned ashen as she trembled. She spun around, wanting to ask more, but Ma Yunbin was already far in the distance.

A banquet that was always harmonious and cheerful had been thrown into the vortex of a brewing storm by Qin Fan’s appearance and actions. The dozens of people present no longer had any heart to continue. Their minds were all racing.

Those who had once offended Qin Chu or Wei Shuying were frantically trying to think of ways to make amends. Those with ties to the Qin family were desperately searching for a way to sever them.

This was the outcast son whom Ye Xuan respectfully called ’Mister’ and Ma Yunbin deferentially called ’Master’. Even if he couldn’t topple the Qin family, he would undoubtedly deal them a devastating blow. They had at least that much foresight.

Thus, driven by their various anxieties, the dozens of guests took their leave from Ye Xuan one after another. In less than ten minutes, the banquet, which usually lasted at least two hours, came to an end, leaving the hall empty.

From that moment on, the name Qin Fan became the prelude to a storm that would shake the upper echelons of Jiangzhou. No one could have imagined that the pathetic, cowardly loser of the past could have endured his humiliation and lain in wait for so long. In their eyes, regardless of whether he succeeded in overthrowing the Qin family, he was destined to carve out an era of his own in Jiangzhou.

However, after stepping out of Triumph Palace, Qin Fan had not walked far before a look of impatient disgust crossed his face. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said coldly, his expression dark, "Are you done yet?"