The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 280 - 276: Trash, Waste! (3)

The afternoon arrived as scheduled, filled with the chatter and laughter of the family of three.

It was a month-long separation, after all. Although Qin Fan had often disappeared without warning, the prospect of a thirty-day separation still made Qin Chu and Wei Shuying reluctant to see him go.

Outside No.1 Villa, they watched the helicopter's whirring propellers carry it into the sky. Only after it had completely vanished from sight did Qin Chu sigh with a smile. "After this month, Little Fan will probably be off to school in Jinling. The time we can spend with our son is going to get shorter and shorter! Just thinking about it… I'm still not used to the idea!"

"Children grow up," Wei Shuying said, her gaze still fixed on the empty sky. She shook her head, unable to hide her reluctance. "As parents, we all have to go through this."

"Yes, it's a process we all have to go through," Qin Chu murmured, finally lowering his head. "Alright, it's long gone. Let's go back inside." He took Wei Shuying's arm, and they walked back into the villa.

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Five hours later, the helicopter returned to the airspace of the Northwest Military Region under the cover of night.

Inside the cabin, Qin Fan suddenly spoke. "Is everyone assembled?"

"Qin Shuai, they're assembled! I had them gather on the field from the moment our helicopter left Jiangzhou," Ye Jiguang responded.

"Good. I'll jump down directly. You don't need to follow me," Qin Fan said with a nod.

"Alright, no problem!" Han Rongguang and Ye Jizu answered in unison.

Under the night sky, a team of eighteen men stood in three sloppy rows. Not one of them had the sharp demeanor expected of an elite soldier.

And yet, these eighteen men were supposedly the top performers from every competition in the Northwest Military Region.

"Hah, I wonder what kind of big shot our new instructor is this time."

"Big shot? My ass. So what if he is? Take a look at the other military regions! With a ragtag group like us, the Martial Arts Tournament will just be another round of us getting our asses kicked!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"True. The tournament starts in about a month. What good is even the most god-like instructor? The teams from the other regions have been itching to figure out new ways to crush us for ages!"

"Damn it! If I had a choice, I wouldn't go to that festival of humiliation!"

"Fuck! Year after year, tournament after tournament! Now when I see any of them outside, I have to keep my head down, afraid of being recognized! It's so damn humiliating!"

"Quit your fucking whining! You've only been getting crushed for a few years? I've been at it for five years! Five! Fucking hell, I was this close to running to the Chief's office and begging him on my knees to take me off the roster!"

"Shut the fuck up! We're all in the same boat here! When it comes to being tormented by those Kings of Soldiers, none of us has it any better than the next!"

"He's here, he's here!"

As their complaints died down, the eighteen men heard the roaring from above and looked up in unison.

But there was no excitement in any of their eyes.

To them, any instructor was a joke.

What could possibly be accomplished in one month?

Even a Genetic Mutation Potion required a recovery period!

This group, already scarred by the psychological trauma of repeated defeats, held no hope for the elite soldier showdown in a little over a month.

It would just be another beating. They were used to it.

The constant humiliation had numbed them to any sense of shame.

As the helicopter flew above the eighteen so-called elite soldiers, Ye Jiguang asked, "Instructor Qin, we're at the location. Should we stabilize the helicopter?"

"Stabilize it. I'll use the rope to go down," Qin Fan said with a playful smirk.

Ye Jiguang and Han Rongguang were stunned.

When Qin Fan mentioned jumping earlier, they assumed he was planning a show of force to rattle these worthless slackers. The question about stabilizing was just a formality; for a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, it was completely unnecessary. But they never expected him to agree, let alone say he'd use a rope. Wait—wasn't a new commander supposed to make a strong first impression, to put on a show of force and intimidate everyone?

But Qin Fan had already spoken. What could they say?

Unsure what Qin Fan was playing at, Han Rongguang instructed the pilot to stabilize the aircraft.

The moment the helicopter hovered in place, Qin Fan said no more. He pulled the cabin door open, grabbed the rappelling rope, and swung down.

Below, the eighteen soldiers watched the cabin door open and a figure descend on a rope. One by one, they shook their heads.

"With an entrance like that, this instructor is probably just for show."

"Hmph, forget it. An incompetent commander leads an incompetent troop. Is this guy a joke? Any one of us could make a better jump than that. What the hell is he trying to show off for?"

"Show off? He'd need some serious skill to show off in front of us! We may get treated like cannon fodder at the Martial Arts Tournament, but if he wants to be our instructor, he'd better have what it takes!"

"Let's wait and see. I heard the Chief and Chief Ye found him personally. He can't be that bad, can he?"

"Quiet, he's coming this way!"

Amid their disgruntled murmurs, the landed Qin Fan strolled toward the elite soldiers, his hands in his pockets and a flippant smile on his face.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters!

When he was just ten meters away, they finally got a clear look at his face.

And with that, an uproar erupted.

"Holy shit! Is he actually that young, or did he find the fountain of youth?"

"Are we sure he isn't some fresh-faced rookie with a medal pinned on him? Shit!"

"He's the instructor? Are the higher-ups messing with us?"

"I hope this is some kind of mistake! Otherwise, I'm going to take out all my damn frustration on him! I don't give a fuck if he's some rich kid here to polish his resume!"

Amid the rising voices, Qin Fan drew even closer. Under the moonlight, he smiled and began to clap his hands.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

The sound of applause made the eighteen soldiers freeze. Was this guy… applauding them?

"First, I really am young."

"Second, I'm not a rookie, and I've never served in the military."

"Third, I don't know if the higher-ups are messing with you, but I really am your instructor."

"Fourth, this is not a misunderstanding."

"And fifth," while saying the first four points, Qin Fan had worn an innocent, harmless smile. But as he spoke the final point, his tone shifted, becoming a bone-chilling command. "The piece of trash who said he was going to take his frustration out on me—step forward!"

At Qin Fan's sudden, sharp command, the eighteen soldiers froze.

The soldier who had spoken those words felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. If this guy really was some privileged young master here for credentials, he definitely didn't have the guts to confront him. It was just an empty boast to blow off steam! Besides, they were so far away... how could he possibly have heard? His throat worked, and he swallowed nervously.

"I'll count to three," Qin Fan said, seeing that no one was moving. His lips curled into a cold smile as he shook his head and scoffed. "If that piece of trash doesn't step forward by the time I'm done, all of you failures will face the consequences."