The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

But he shouldn’t have said anything. The moment he did, the Qiao patriarch raised his hand and slapped him again!

"In this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect secret! Even the tightest wall lets air in, and paper can never contain a fire! Quick, right now, call and halt the operation! Immediately! It must be stopped at once!" the Qiao patriarch roared furiously.

He didn’t ask Qiao Xiyuan for his motive. He knew it definitely wasn’t for the one billion US Dollars. It was because of the deep-seated hatred for Qin Fan festering in his heart!

But what good was hatred? After the initial incident, as the helmsman of the Qiao Family, he had certainly considered severely punishing Qin Fan, the perpetrator, to get justice for his grandson. However, the moment Ye Congjun revealed Qin Fan’s identity to him, any thought of revenge died. To provoke a Transformation Realm Grandmaster... Qiao Xiyuan surviving at all was already a blessing in the midst of misfortune! Revenge? That would plunge the Qiao Family into utter ruin!

Later, with the fall of the Qin Family, he was even more grateful for his last-minute restraint and for his old superior Ye Congjun’s advice! He had thought the matter was over, but he never expected Qiao Xiyuan’s festering resentment to erupt at such a critical moment!

Disaster. This is a catastrophe! The slightest misstep could lead to the Qiao Family’s complete destruction!

"Grandfather, there’s no turning back! The people I arranged aren’t answering their phones, and I have no idea what the situation is now! Grandfather, if something really happens, what will become of us?" At this moment, Qiao Xiyuan seemed utterly distraught, swallowing hard as he asked anxiously.

"Have you learned nothing from the downfall of the Qin Family? Ah! You wretched beast, you’re dragging the entire Qiao Family to its death! Talking is useless now. You must act with the utmost urgency to stop this disaster! Since you can’t reach them by phone, go to the port yourself! You must halt this madness that threatens our family’s very survival! Go, now!" The Qiao patriarch hadn’t lost his temper like this at home in years, and he bellowed hysterically with a mixture of shock and fury.

Today was supposed to be the Qiao Family’s monthly dinner, so various second and third-generation members were all gathered. Lured by the patriarch’s roars, everyone outside the living room came rushing in, wondering what could have possibly enraged him to such an extent.

"Dad, what’s happened?"

"Grandfather, what’s wrong?"

"Grandfather, what’s going on?"

One after another, they voiced their confusion, their gazes fixed on Qiao Xiyuan and the Qiao patriarch. The living room fell silent under the weight of their questions.

But just then, the silence was broken by a series of crisp, rhythmic footsteps.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

The unhurried steps were like something out of a suspense film. For no reason, every member of the Qiao Family felt a hammering in their chests as a wave of unease washed over them.

SWISH!

The next moment, everyone turned their heads in unison toward the source of the footsteps.

"Who are you?" several people shouted at once.

However, upon seeing the man’s face, the Qiao patriarch and the few family members who knew of Qin Fan turned pale. As for Qiao Xiyuan, he went white as a sheet and began to tremble.

The events at the abandoned auto repair shop replayed in his mind as if they had happened yesterday! But in this moment, his hatred was gone, replaced by pure, abject terror.

"I’m talking to you! Who are you? How did you get in here? Why weren’t you announced? What are those guards outside paid for?" a sharp-tongued woman in her thirties demanded with a frown.

"How did I get in? I walked in," Qin Fan said lightly, stepping into the room with a harmless, sunny smile. "As for the guards, I’m sorry, but they’re unable to announce me. I’ve knocked them all out."

A wave of shock went through the room. Even those Qiao family members who didn’t know Qin Fan’s name turned pale.

Trespassing in the Qiao residence? Knocking out the guards? Did he have a death wish? This was clearly a hostile visit! He was insane! To dare cause trouble for the Qiao Family here in Shanghai? He was sick of living and looking for death!

"You’re fucking looking for death!" a hot-blooded young man roared after a moment of shock, pointing an angry finger at Qin Fan.

"Shut your mouth!" the Qiao patriarch shrieked in alarm, but it was too late.

As the patriarch spoke, Qin Fan moved like a bolt of lightning. He charged at the youth, grabbed him by the collar, and effortlessly lifted him off the ground, leaving the young man suspended in mid-air.

"Whether I’m looking for death is debatable," Qin Fan sneered, shaking his head in disdain as he looked at the suspended young man. "But your Qiao Family certainly is!"

With that, he wasted no more words, casually hurling the young man by the collar toward the far wall!

BOOM! CRACK!

With that single throw, the load-bearing wall was shockingly smashed open, leaving a human-shaped crater! The young man had been thrown clean through the wall and into the bedroom beyond.

Dust filled the air, and the entire living room fell eerily silent. The only sound was the soft patter of falling brick and plaster. The young man who had been thrown into the bedroom never made another sound.

Is he dead? The thought surfaced uncontrollably in everyone’s mind.

In the blink of an eye, every face turned ashen, and they all began to tremble violently.

To so effortlessly throw a man weighing over a hundred pounds hard enough to punch a human-shaped hole through a load-bearing wall...

Was this... was this even human? He was a fucking monster!

"You... who are you?" a middle-aged man stammered in terror, his pointing finger trembling.

"The man who’s here to send the Qiao Family to Hell," Qin Fan replied with a grin.

Send the Qiao Family to Hell! At these words, the eyes of every Qiao family member widened in horror. But before they could speak, the Qiao patriarch lunged forward.

THUD!

Without hesitation, upon reaching a spot three meters from Qin Fan, his legs buckled, and he dropped to his knees. "Master Qin, forgive us!" he cried out in terror.

"There is no forgiveness," Qin Fan stated indifferently, looking down at the kneeling patriarch.

Hearing the firm resolve in Qin Fan’s indifferent tone, the Qiao patriarch’s blood pressure soared, and he nearly collapsed headfirst onto the ground.

The fact that Qin Fan has come to our door proves it. The scheme has been exposed!

Thinking this, he turned his trembling head to look at Qiao Xiyuan, who was cowering on the sofa. "You wretched beast!" he roared. "Crawl to Master Qin and kneel!"

Seeing how Qin Fan had thrown his cousin through a load-bearing wall, Qiao Xiyuan had lost all will of his own. Reacting reflexively to his grandfather’s command, he rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, his mind shattered as he began to crawl forward.