The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 31 - 30: How Is It You?
Racing down the road and guided by the memories of his past life, Qin Fan effortlessly parked the SUV with a shattered side window outside the entrance of the Tang Clubhouse.
At the sight of the familiar license plate, the two members guarding the clubhouse door furrowed their brows. Who is this guy? And why is he driving this car?
"Stop right there! Who are you?" one of them asked hesitantly, stepping in front of Qin Fan as he strode toward the entrance. His brows were knitted in a wary expression.
Qin Fan shook his head with a contemptuous smile.
The next moment, without any warning, he kicked forward.
The two men only saw a blur flash before their eyes!
THUD!
A thunderous crash echoed. The man who had reached out to stop Qin Fan flew backward as if in a movie, only coming to a stop when he slammed into the wall and tumbled to the ground. A frightening amount of blood spewed from his mouth. His features contorted in agony as he collapsed, clutching a chest that felt like it was being torn apart by a knife and groaning.
"Where is Zhao Yuhao?"
Qin Fan didn’t even deign to glance at the tragic man. Does the lofty Shura Venerable need to care about the feelings of an ant he just squashed? This man had presented himself as a perfect object for intimidation, and Qin Fan, who couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries, chose the most primitive way to get to the point.
But to Qin Fan’s surprise, faced with his intimidating display and question, the other, unharmed man immediately chose to turn and run. "We’ve got trouble!" he screamed.
"Hah," Qin Fan scoffed, shaking his head with a sorrowful smile. Why do people always fail to read the room? Run? As if you could escape.
Watching the panicked, fleeing figure, Qin Fan pushed off his feet and shot forward like an arrow. In a single breath, he was behind the man. He swiftly reached out, grabbed the back of his neck, and taunted, "Sorry, you just gave up your chance at a peaceful outcome. Go keep him company!"
As he spoke, a smile played on his lips. With a light flick of his right hand, he tossed the man aside like a piece of trash.
THUD!
The man made the most intimate contact with the wall. As he slumped to the floor, blood gushed from his nose, mouth, and the gashes on his forehead as if it were free.
"Beautiful," Qin Fan said, walking up to the reception desk. He gave the charming receptionist a harmless grin. "Since they aren’t willing to talk, could you tell me where our dear Zhao Yuhao is?"
"E-Eighth floor!" the receptionist, already scared out of her wits by Qin Fan’s actions, blurted out involuntarily.
"Thanks, sweetheart—don’t be scared!" Despite appearing to be only in his teens, Qin Fan’s demeanor was remarkably mature. After speaking, he smiled and reached out to pat the pretty receptionist’s cheek before casually strolling toward the elevators.
Just then, alerted by the earlier shouts, the clubhouse’s muscle arrived. They carried no weapons. It was a group of at least a dozen burly men with bulging muscles, and they advanced on Qin Fan with fierce looks on their faces.
"The saddest thing in this world is to willingly seek one’s own death."
Watching the fearless fools charge at him, Qin Fan shook his head with a smile. He raised his hand and rushed into the crowd, swinging his palm forcefully. The slap, infused with True Qi, struck the man in front. In a flash, several of the brutes toppled like dominoes, crashing into one another as they fell.
Witnessing this terrifying slap, the remaining men reflexively stopped in their tracks. They stared with eyes as wide as saucers, completely stunned. What kind of martial Realm would it take to generate such force with a single slap?
Seeing that they no longer dared to move, Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered to lift a hand against these ants again. He strolled leisurely past them as if taking a walk in his own garden, pressed the elevator button, and stepped inside with effortless grace.
Even then, the club’s internal security couldn’t snap out of their daze. They had seen plenty of tough guys, but someone who could send several strapping men, each weighing over 175 pounds, flying with a single slap? That was completely unheard of.
On the eighth floor, the moment the elevator chimed, Zhao Yuhao, who was obsessed with the art of tea and studied it at every opportunity, snapped his head around. He had received a report about the disturbance downstairs the moment it started. He had assumed the club’s security could handle it, but now this guy had arrived? Does this mean the internal security has been dealt with? But how much time has passed? Has it even been a minute?
"Are you the one causing trouble?" Zhao Yuhao’s hand, which had been rubbing a pair of walnut lion heads, paused. Even in this situation, his expression remained as unshakable as a mountain; he undeniably had the air of a big boss.
Qin Fan didn’t answer. Instead, he gave a cold smile and took leisurely steps toward him.
SWOOSH!
Zhao Yuhao instantly whipped out a compact handgun he carried on his person and aimed it directly at Qin Fan. Sensing a trace of unease in Qin Fan’s expression, Zhao Yuhao asked in a grim voice, "Who the hell are you?"
"Qin Fan!" Qin Fan grinned.
"The cast-off of the Qin family? It’s you!" Zhao Yuhao’s mouth twitched violently, as if he had just heard something utterly unbelievable. The Qin family’s reject, Jiangzhou’s number one good-for-nothing, not only slipped away from the men I sent after him but has now stormed the Tang Clubhouse? This... This has to be the joke of the century, right? Isn’t this just some impossible fairy tale?
"Heh," Qin Fan let out a light chuckle.
He shook his head disdainfully at Zhao Yuhao, then reached for the compact handgun he was holding.
"Stop right there!" Feeling that contemptuous scorn, Zhao Yuhao roared, a surge of rage rising within him. To think that I, the top enforcer for the Lingnan Patriarch, am being looked down upon by the Qin family’s discarded failure, a man infamous throughout Jiangzhou for being worthless? What a monumental joke!
In that instant, the impulse to pull the trigger surged within him.
"Zhao Yuhao, I’m sure you have the guts to shoot," Qin Fan snorted dismissively, grabbing the barrel of the gun. "Go on. Do it."
He had a thousand ways to disarm the man, but what he wanted was to watch Zhao Yuhao descend from fear into utter despair.
"You’re courting death!" If Qin Fan were still a member of the Qin family, Zhao Yuhao might have hesitated to shoot. But unfortunately for him, Qin Fan was just a stray dog kicked out by the Qin family. A nobody like that could be killed without any consequences. With Ye Jizu backing him, he didn’t need to think twice.
With a sinister smirk, his index finger lightly squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
The explosive sound of a bullet leaving the chamber rang out. But the bloody scene Zhao Yuhao expected did not happen. Instead, something occurred that made his mind go completely blank.
The bullet, after leaving the barrel, hovered motionlessly in the air right in front of Qin Fan.
This... how is this possible! In that moment, Zhao Yuhao couldn’t help but think of Martial Artists. But to make a bullet hang in mid-air like this... what level of Cultivation would that require?
He had seen Wang Lu, the Great Success Dark Energy Martial Artist who served Old Master Ye. He had even witnessed the terrifying power of this Great Success Dark Energy Martial Artist firsthand. But to do something like this? He was certain it was absolutely impossible.
Higher than that... Could he be at the Dark Energy Peak, a Transformation Realm Grandmaster? Impossible! That’s an utterly preposterous joke, the joke of the century!
