The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 148 - 145: Go Die!

"Uncle Zhou, you’re back!"

Hearing this, Qin Fan turned to face Zhou Yihang with a beaming smile. He gave a frivolous smirk, the murderous intent from moments before now expertly concealed. His entire demeanor was that of an innocent, sunny young man.

But is he really so harmless? Zhou Yihang absolutely didn’t believe it. His heart leaped into his throat as an inexplicable wave of panic and despair washed over him.

Pointing a trembling finger at Qin Fan, Zhou Yihang stammered in a panic, "Q-Q-Qin Fan, why are you here?!"

"Uncle Zhou, is this really so surprising?" Qin Fan shrugged and spread his hands. "Do you truly have no idea what you’ve done?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Every utterance of "Uncle Zhou" was like a plunge into an icy abyss for Zhou Yihang. Paired with Qin Fan’s blatant taunts, he suddenly felt all the strength drain from his body.

Qin Fan’s presence here meant Qin Chu and his wife were fine. And his words meant that his own treacherous deeds had been exposed!

In that instant, the look on Zhou Yihang’s face changed dramatically. The false mask of modesty and gentility was torn away, replaced by a savage ferocity.

"You forced my hand! You drove me to this!" he roared, consumed by a crazed fury. He plunged a hand into his pocket and whipped out a German-made P229, aiming it directly at Qin Fan’s forehead.

His index finger tightened on the trigger as he continued to shriek in madness. "It was you! You piece of trash! You ruined decades of my hard work! It was you who turned my daughter into this! It was you, YOU!"

"And? Are you going to shoot?" Qin Fan asked, smiling nonchalantly at the barrel of the gun.

"You think I don’t dare? I’ve already bet everything! I’ll kill all of you before I die! You, your parents—you’ll all be buried with me! Hahaha, HAHAHAHA—!" This sudden turn of events drove Zhou Yihang into a state of utter madness.

He had bet everything. From the moment he took that P229 from his safe, he had resolved to go all in. Whether it was the Qin family or the creditors hounding him, he would take them all down one by one. With the Zhou Group’s dynasty collapsing and decades of his life’s work turning to dust, he had completely despaired of the world.

"I came here today for your life, so I’ll give you a chance to shoot. Consider it a gift—a chance to die without regrets!" Facing the weapon, which to him was less useful than a fire poker, Qin Fan spoke with disdain.

At the sight of Zhou Yihang’s desperate, all-or-nothing madness, the killing intent radiating from Qin Fan gradually subsided, replaced by pity for the pathetic man. The world operates on cause and effect, on karmic retribution. Had Zhou Yihang ever stopped to consider how he had reached this point? Regardless, in Qin Fan’s eyes, the final countdown of his life had already begun.

"Then go to hell!" Zhou Yihang shrieked, gritting his teeth in a hysterical rage as he pulled the trigger.

BANG—!

A .45 caliber Smith & Wesson round erupted from the barrel, streaking toward Qin Fan’s forehead, trailed by the pungent stench of gunpowder.

The moment the trigger clicked, Zhou Yihang let out a fiendish, utterly satisfying laugh. He could already see it: the bullet piercing Qin Fan’s forehead, his body collapsing in a pool of blood.

But in the next instant, his triumphant smile froze. Disbelief and stark terror flooded his wide eyes, and the muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

What did I just see?

He saw Qin Fan watch the approaching bullet with a cold, disdainful smirk. Then, Qin Fan casually extended his fingers and plucked the bullet from the air! Even more terrifying, the projectile was now clamped firmly between his fingers.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Zhou Yihang screamed, shaking his head frantically as if he had lost his mind.

Purely on instinct, his finger tightened on the trigger again.

BANG—!

BANG! BANG—!

BANG! BANG! BANG—!

CLINK!

He emptied the entire twelve-round magazine. As the final, empty clink echoed in the room, Zhou Yihang collapsed to the floor in utter terror.

Now, all twelve bullets were wedged between Qin Fan’s fingers, spinning at high speed.

Staring at a sight that should only exist in a special-effects movie, Zhou Yihang trembled uncontrollably. "Impossible! It’s an illusion! It has to be an illusion!"

An illusion?

As a sudden warmth spread through his crotch, Zhou Yihang’s pupils dilated to their absolute limit. He had wet himself. The feeling of absolute despair descended upon him, an overwhelming, suffocating flood.

"You’re not human! You’re not human!" His trembling, incoherent babbling now rivaled that of his daughter, Zhou Xueman.

"Ah! AH! No, no, don’t!" Nearby, the naked Zhou Xueman finally reacted to the volley of gunshots, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears as she shrieked.

But Qin Fan paid Zhou Xueman no mind. Holding the spinning bullets between his fingers, he looked down at the pathetic man on the floor, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Ingrate, there’s always a chance to stage a comeback after a failure. Unfortunately for you, you threw away your chance to live and fight another day. So, die."

"No, please! Spare me! Spare my life! I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I’ll go kneel before Brother Qin and his wife right now! I’ll apologize! Just let me live! Please!"

Zhou Yihang had always believed he was above the fear of death. But when it stared him in the face, he cowered. Perhaps Qin Fan’s words had given him a sliver of hope, but whatever the reason, this was simply human nature—the universal flaw of the ungrateful. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Too late." The mockery vanished from Qin Fan’s face, replaced by an ice-cold mask as he uttered the two words.

"NO—!"

As his pupils dilated in terror, Zhou Yihang let out one final, soul-rending scream.

The next moment, Qin Fan angrily flicked his hand. The twelve spinning bullets shot forward as if released from an invisible restraint. Slicing through the air with the faint smell of gunpowder, they streaked toward Zhou Yihang’s head.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Not one of the twelve bullets missed. They all tore through Zhou Yihang’s forehead and face before clattering to the floor with a series of crisp clinks.

Zhou Yihang’s eyes, already wide as bells, stretched to their absolute limit before he collapsed backward into a growing pool of his own blood.

Qin Fan had offered him a chance to die without regrets, but even in his final moment, Zhou Yihang could not accept the reality of what had happened. His lifeless eyes stared blankly at the villa’s luxurious ceiling.

He died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

"Aaaah! Murder! He killed him! He’s dead! Aaaah!"

The piercing scream, prompted by the sight of Zhou Yihang’s corpse hitting the floor, reverberated throughout the villa. Zhou Xueman scrambled into a corner, curling into a ball and trembling violently as she covered her ears. Her eyes, fixed on the pool of blood, held nothing but pure, unadulterated terror.

Qin Fan let out a long breath. Without giving Zhou Xueman so much as a glance, he put his hands behind his back and walked slowly out of the villa.

He looked up at the dazzling sun, a cold smile suddenly spreading across his lips as he muttered to himself, "Third Young Master, is it? You’re next. In this life, anyone who touches my reverse scale will have their entire bloodline extinguished."