The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 36 - 35: Are you threatening me?

"Stop right there, you trash! Have you forgotten the rules?"

As Qin Fan stepped into the classroom and headed for his seat, a furious shout erupted throughout Class Seven. Wang Zijun, the one who had reported him to the Dean the other day, stood up from his seat. He glared in Qin Fan’s direction, unleashing a show of force that was half a month overdue.

Although having a district mayor for a father wasn’t enough for him to be completely unbridled at Qi Middle School, it was more than enough to handle a discarded son of the Qin family.

Rules?

Upon hearing this, Qin Fan cracked a chilly smile. He remembered what the so-called rules were. In his past life, every time he entered this classroom, he had to go down the line, addressing each of the bullies as ’Lord.’ And Wang Zijun was the very first one, the ’Lord Jun’ whom Qin Fan had to greet respectfully upon entering.

At this thought, Qin Fan gave Wang Zijun a cold look. He didn’t respond, simply sauntering toward him.

"I told you to stop! Are you deaf?"

Seeing Qin Fan completely ignore him, Wang Zijun was instantly livid. It was a blatant slap in his face.

"Can’t you understand human speech? Young Master Wang told you to stand still!"

Following Wang Zijun’s furious shout, a few rich kids from his clique rushed over to surround Qin Fan.

"Is that human speech? Are you sure it wasn’t an animal’s call?" Qin Fan blinked and asked in all seriousness.

Using lethal decisiveness against these students, who were less than ants in his eyes, would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. At that moment, Qin Fan felt a playful urge.

These scumbags... I have to play with them slowly, drive them to despair one step at a time. That’s the only way to make it satisfying!

"You’re asking to die!"

There was no need for Wang Zijun to give an order. At Qin Fan’s remark, the faces of the students surrounding him changed drastically. They habitually raised their palms, ready to slap Qin Fan the moment they spoke.

"Scram!"

With a leisurely, mocking smile, Qin Fan swung his own hand before the student’s palm could land. He didn’t use any True Qi. However, after having cultivated the initial form of the Prison Suppressing Body, the force he could generate, even without True Qi, was far beyond what an ordinary person could withstand, let alone a mere student.

SLAP!

The moment his palm connected with the student’s face, the crisp sound echoed throughout the classroom. The student who had raised his hand was sent flying, crashing heavily into the desks. A chaotic series of bangs and clatters filled the room.

The class erupted in gasps before falling deathly silent. Every single student, boy or girl, stared with their mouths agape in utter disbelief.

If slapping the Dean had been a foolish act committed while lost in a dream, then what does this slap mean? Is he declaring war on Wang Zijun and his crew? Good heavens! A declaration of war? Is this piece of trash, the discarded son of the Qin family, tired of living and rushing to his death? Doesn’t he know that any random person in this class could grind him to dust? He’s courting death, absolutely courting death!

The onlookers were so shocked by his suicidal behavior that they completely overlooked his sudden burst of strength.

"Trash! You dare to hit him?" Wang Zijun’s face flushed crimson with fury. He wracked his brain but couldn’t fathom where Qin Fan had suddenly found such nerve. This was like a downtrodden laborer, long accustomed to abuse, suddenly rising up in protest. How could the one used to being the bully possibly accept such a change?

After his incredulous shout, Wang Zijun pointed a finger at Qin Fan and roared, "Get him!"

At Wang Zijun’s command, the students who could no longer hold back turned with a clatter to grab their chairs.

But would Qin Fan give them such an opportunity? With a playful mindset, he swiftly kicked at their rears. It all happened in a flash. Before a single one of them could even lift a chair, Qin Fan kicked them over with lightning speed as they turned.

One by one, they went down, face-planting on the floor. Their faces were scraped and cut in the collision, and blood gushed freely from their noses.

"Blood! There’s blood! Qin Fan! I’m going to fucking kill you!" one student from a prestigious family yelled maniacally, his pride wounded, as he wiped the blood from his nose and saw it on his hand.

Kill me?

Qin Fan sneered with disdain, paying no mind to the so-called threat. Instead, he walked straight toward Wang Zijun.

"Qin Fan, you... what do you think you’re doing?! My dad’s the District Mayor!"

The sight of blood made Wang Zijun stop calling him trash. He subconsciously shouted Qin Fan’s actual name for a rare change. At that moment, a wave of raw panic surged through his heart.

He’s gone mad. Yes, he’s definitely lost his mind! Otherwise, his smile wouldn’t be so bizarre and unsettling!

In his desperation, he threw out his father’s title.

"I know your dad’s the District Mayor. So what?" Qin Fan shook his head with a disdainful smile.

A District Mayor? The same kind of person who has to bow and scrape like a grandson before Ye Jizu? And he has the nerve to bring him up? Still, thinking back, for my past self, that title would have been more than enough pressure. After all, I had my parents to consider.

"Then, if you know what’s good for you, get on your knees and apologize! Otherwise, we have more than enough power to drive your family of three out of Jiangzhou!" Wang Zijun shouted, his face red with anger as his psychological advantage returned after a brief moment of panic.

So what if Qin Fan learned to fight back? In the end, this world revolves around power and influence! Could his parents, who just scrape by collecting rent in the urban village, withstand retaliation from our families? Impossible! He believed it was impossible! They all believed it was impossible!

"Are you threatening me?" Qin Fan smiled calmly, shrugging as if it were nothing. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"So what if I am! Qin Fan, you’re just a discarded son of the Qin family! Your parents are nothing but slum landlords! You will regret this. You will absolutely regret this madness! I guarantee it!" With his confidence restored and his panic suppressed, Wang Zijun’s tone became ferocious. He was utterly convinced Qin Fan wouldn’t dare touch him.

"Let’s put regrets aside for a moment," Qin Fan said with a soft laugh, his eyes fixed on Wang Zijun’s furious glare. "Let’s talk about what happens when you threaten me. It’s nothing much... I’m just going to use your own rules against you."

After he spoke, he moved faster than Wang Zijun could blink, his hand shooting out to grab a fistful of his hair. Before Wang Zijun could even react, his head was yanked forward.

"Let go, you trash! You’re asking for death! You’re really asking for death! You’ll drag your parents down with you! Let go! Aaaah!!!" Wang Zijun’s features twisted in pain.

In response to his threats, Qin Fan merely offered a cold smile and yanked down sharply.

BANG!

Wang Zijun’s forehead slammed into the desk.

"Weren’t you the one who wanted to talk about rules? Fine. I’ll indulge you!"

With that, Qin Fan yanked his head up by the hair and slammed it hard against the desk once more.