The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 159 - 156: You’re Just a Grasshopper!

"Scram? Are you talking to me?" Ma Yunbin laughed, looking at the middle-aged man with immense mockery. In his entire life, it wasn’t as if no one had ever told him to scram. But aside from a handful of truly formidable figures, all the others were still living in regret. How dare a mere grasshopper like this have the audacity to order him around?

"Alright, cut the act and get out of here. Go do what you’re supposed to do," Qin Fan said with a faint smile, waving a dismissive hand. He spun around on the barstool and took another leisurely sip of his Flame City.

"Yes, Master Qin!" Ma Yunbin’s cold expression vanished. He addressed Qin Fan sheepishly, then hurried out.

Do what he was supposed to do? Very good! Was that an order from Master Qin? At least, that’s what Ma Yunbin believed.

Master Qin? He called the Qin family’s outcast ’Master Qin’? The middle-aged man scoffed at the thought. He glanced at Qin Fan with disdain and shook his head in pity. If even the infamous good-for-nothing of the Qin family could be addressed as a ’Master’, then ’Masters’ must be so common you could fell a whole crowd just by throwing a single brick!

"The biggest mistake of your life, the one you’ll regret the most, was telling him to scram. Do you understand?" Qin Fan said, watching the middle-aged man with an air of casual sarcasm, utterly unconcerned about what was to come.

"My biggest mistake? Ha! Qin Fan, everyone says you’re a coward and a failure. It seems you’re not just a coward and a failure, but an idiot, too! You should be grateful I told him to scram. Otherwise, he’d be dragged down with you at any moment! I just don’t get it. Why couldn’t you just keep your head buried in the sand like an ostrich? Why did you have to provoke Young Master Qin? Is he someone you can afford to provoke? In his eyes, you’re just an ant that can be crushed under his foot. Didn’t your parents ever teach you that?" Confronted by Qin Fan’s mocking tone, a nameless rage flared up in the middle-aged man, and he spoke in a dark voice.

At his age, he was long past being provoked by a few words or a certain tone, but it depended on who was speaking. Qin Fan, an outcast whose reputation as a coward and a failure was known throughout all of Jiangzhou, dared to lecture him? If word of this got out, he couldn’t imagine how badly or for how long he would be ridiculed.

"My parents taught me that when you meet someone with a foul mouth, you slap them first and talk later," Qin Fan said with a cold, indifferent smile.

The words had barely left his mouth when his spinning on the barstool came to a sudden halt. With the speed of lightning, his hand whipped out and viciously slapped the middle-aged man across the face. Caught completely off guard, the man was sent flying. His body lifted several dozen centimeters off the ground as a few of his teeth went spraying from his mouth.

BANG!

His body, seemingly ravaged by indulgence, slammed heavily onto the floor.

Before the man could even get up, Qin Fan’s gaze shifted to the entrance. "Your master is here. Go on, crawl over and wag your tail."

As he spoke, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder. Qin Shuai strode in, leading a few other young men with an arrogant look on his face.

"Young Master Qin!" The middle-aged man snapped his head around, forcing himself up through the pain that felt like his body was about to fall apart.

Qin Shuai stopped short, stunned by the man’s appearance before he even had a chance to face Qin Fan. "You let that good-for-nothing beat you?" he asked with a frown.

"Yes!" the middle-aged man gritted out through a mouthful of blood, the word steeped in humiliation and shame.

"Useless trash! Get out of my sight!" Qin Shuai shot him a look of utter disgust and annoyance. He then looked up, his gaze falling upon Qin Fan, who was still seated on the stool.

"Hello, Young Master Qin," Qin Fan said, preempting him with a playful wave.

"Tsk, tsk. Long time no see. I didn’t expect the cowardly waste of space from back then to have grown a spine," Qin Shuai sneered, shaking his head contemptuously. As he spoke, he started walking toward Qin Fan. "A piece of land I could have won for 1.5 billion, you forced me to pay 3 billion! Another one worth 300 million, you jacked the price up to six or seven hundred million! You knew I’d have no choice but to grit my teeth and pay up, didn’t you? But have you ever considered the consequences you’d have to face for this?"

"Hmm, you mean the dump truck? That’s child’s play. Young Master Qin, your magnanimity truly impresses me. What’s the big deal about spending an extra two billion or so? Is the Qin family short on cash?" Qin Fan replied with a placid smile.

"Haha! The Qin family isn’t short on cash, but I’m short on patience! At any auction in the Jiangzhou Earth Realm, when I, Qin Shuai, make a bid, no one has ever dared to compete! Qin Fan, oh, Qin Fan, you cost me billions with just a flick of your tongue. Tell me, how should I punish you?" With that, a vicious sneer spread across Qin Shuai’s face as he raised his hand to grab Qin Fan’s hair.

But in the instant he reached out, Qin Fan tossed the half-full glass of Flame City directly into his face.

"You seem a little hot-headed, Young Master Qin. Let me help you cool down."

As his words ended, the drink landed. The high-proof alcohol, potent enough to scorch a man’s throat, splashed squarely across Qin Shuai’s face.

At that moment, the entire bar fell dead silent. You could have heard a pin drop.

Did he just throw a drink in Qin Shuai’s face? Has that good-for-nothing Qin Fan lost his mind, or are we all hallucinating? A look of stunned disbelief was frozen on every face in the suddenly silent bar. No one could believe their eyes. It was simply incredible.

Finally, Qin Fan’s voice shattered the eerie stillness. He sounded like a Monarch looking down on the scurrying grasshoppers at his feet. He glanced at Qin Shuai with contempt and let out a disdainful snort.

Then, while Qin Shuai was still reeling in shock, Qin Fan reached out and grabbed a handful of his damp hair. Pulling him close, he whispered in his ear, "Maybe you’re a prince in everyone else’s eyes, but in mine, you’re just a grasshopper—and one living on borrowed time at that. Qin Shuai, you want revenge? Fine. Come at me whenever you want. I’ll be waiting. And I won’t forget about that dump truck. The curtain on the feud between us, between me and the Qin family, was officially raised from the moment of the incident at Fushan Cloud Residence. For me, killing you would be child’s play, but I won’t let you die so easily. I’m going to make you understand what true despair feels like. And in that despair, you’ll learn the taste of remorse. One last thing. If you ever dare to touch my parents again—if they lose so much as a single hair on their heads—what little patience I have for letting you live will vanish. Remember this: those who are barefoot aren’t afraid of those who wear shoes. You can doubt it when other people say that, but the fact that I’m warning you like this today proves I’m not making empty threats. Haha!"

After his soft-spoken tirade, Qin Fan used his other hand to gently pat Qin Shuai’s cheek, then let out a wild, unrestrained laugh. With that, he gave Qin Shuai’s hair a final, sharp tug, yanking him forward.

As the great Young Master Qin staggered and crashed into the bar, Qin Fan hopped down from the stool. With his hands in his pockets, he strode nonchalantly away.

"Get him!"

A moment later, a hysterical, savage roar ripped through the air, fueled by a towering rage. Having narrowly avoided a nasty fall by bracing his hands on the bar, Qin Shuai spun around, his eyes wild with fury.