The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 163 - 160: I Want You Dead!

Outside the hospital ward, the young men who had been waiting vigilantly immediately approached as Qin Jun and Zhou Yun stepped out.

"Uncle Qin, how is Young Master Qin now?"

Qin Jun didn’t respond. Instead, he asked in a low, sinister voice, "Qin Shuai said Qin Fan did this. Is that true?"

"Yes!" After exchanging glances, the young men nodded.

Qin Jun’s brows twisted in extreme anger.

"Keep an eye on Qin Shuai for me," he ordered. "Call me if anything happens. Here’s my phone number!"

He handed a business card to one of the young men, then turned and walked away. With a face contorted by venomous resolve, a seething Zhou Yun followed him closely without a word.

They’re going to make trouble for Qin Fan? one of the young men thought, his mind flashing back to Qin Fan’s martial skill. He called out anxiously from behind the couple, "Uncle Qin, Qin Fan is different now! More than a dozen security guards at the bar were no match for him!"

Qin Jun’s pace faltered for only a moment before he resumed walking.

So what if he can fight? What does it matter if he can take on a hundred men? In all of Jiangzhou, who has our Qin Family ever feared besides the Ye Family? He’s just an outcast. No matter how skilled he is, he can’t escape paying the price!

"Qin Jun, I’m telling you! I want that bastard dead! I want him dead!" Zhou Yun screamed viciously the moment she sat down inside the Audi A8.

No one could comprehend the depths of her hatred for Qin Fan at that moment. The person I despise the most, the one I see as nothing but trash, crippled my son? This extreme psychological conflict was too much for the perpetually proud and lofty Zhou Yun to accept.

"Will you shut up?! Just shut up!" As the A8’s engine roared to life, Qin Jun spun around and barked furiously.

"Shut up? You’re telling me to shut up?" Zhou Yun shrieked from the passenger seat, unleashing her shrewish nature. "Qin Shuai isn’t just my son; he’s your son too! Your own son has been crippled, and now you want me to shut up? Qin Jun, I know you have other bastards out there. You might not care about Xiao Shuai, but let me tell you, as long as I’m alive, don’t you even think about legitimizing them!"

SLAP!

Qin Jun’s swift backhand was the only response. The crisp sound echoed in the car, and a fiery sting rose on Zhou Yun’s face as a red handprint formed.

She clutched her cheek, staring in disbelief. "You hit me? Our son was beaten into a cripple, and you hit me for saying a few words? How dare you hit me?"

"Stop fucking bothering me! I don’t need you to tell me what to do!" Qin Jun roared, pounding his chest and gritting his teeth. "Qin Shuai was crippled. It’s not just your heart that’s breaking, mine is too!" He released the brake, stomped on the accelerator, and pulled out his phone to dial a number.

"Qin Jun!" she shrieked again.

"Shut up! I will make that scum kneel before Qin Shuai and repent. I will make him understand what it truly means to wish for death! But for now, you will shut your mouth! Do you understand me?"

As his furious words subsided, the call connected.

"Find a few Martial Artists. Tell them to get to the entrance of Tangxia Village as fast as possible and wait for me!" Fury burned in his chest as Qin Jun spoke, his voice dark and his eyes twitching.

"Yes, Mr. Qin. We’ll be there within twenty minutes!"

"Faster!" With that single word, Qin Jun hung up.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun stopped her tantrum. She even forgot the stinging pain on her face. Her eyes glinted with nothing but venom and rage.

With no further words exchanged, the Audi A8 shot onto the Ring Road. It ignored every red light, racing madly through the pre-dawn darkness.

In less than twenty minutes, the A8 appeared at the entrance to the village. At the same time, five or six flashy luxury cars were parked by the roadside, their hazard lights flashing. Upon seeing the A8’s arrival, their occupants all stepped out in unison.

Qin Jun rolled down his window. Before they could greet him, he said curtly, "Follow me."

Having said all he needed to, he rolled up the window and drove slowly toward the old building where Qin Fan’s family lived. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

SCREECH.

As the A8 halted, the other luxury cars screeched to a stop. Five or six Martial Artists turned off their engines and got out.

"Come with me." Qin Jun’s face, previously devoid of emotion, suddenly twitched with anger as he looked at the rental building. He uttered the command and, under the dim glow of the streetlights, strode forward.

"Break down this door!" Qin Jun stopped four or five meters from the main gate and pointed.

"Yes, Mr. Qin!"

Although they had no idea what he was planning, these Martial Artists, drawn by money and power, didn’t care to ask. One who had just stepped into the initial stage of Dark Energy walked forward and aimed a casual kick at the security door shared by all the tenants.

BANG! BOOM!

In the silent moments before dawn, the explosive sounds shattered the peace. The security door was kicked clean off its hinges, flying inward and crashing to the ground.

"Go!" Familiar with the power of a Dark Energy Martial Artist, Qin Jun was unfazed. He commanded coldly and strode inside, his face a mask of outrage.

Inside Qin Fan’s home, the resonant boom was met with a sinister smile as Qin Fan leisurely rolled out of bed. As he opened his door and stepped out, Qin Chu and Wei Shuying also emerged, wearing their pajamas.

"Xiao Fan, did you hear that noise too?" Qin Chu asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Mhm. If I’m not mistaken, some old acquaintances have come for an early morning visit," Qin Fan said casually, not seeming at all like someone who had just been jolted from sleep.

Old acquaintances? An early morning visit?

Qin Chu and Wei Shuying exchanged a look of complete confusion.

"Who would visit at this ungodly hour? Xiao Fan, are you still half-asleep and talking nonsense?" Wei Shuying asked, perplexed.

But Qin Fan didn’t reply. He simply shook his head with a light chuckle, walked to their apartment door, and twisted the knob, leaving it unlocked.

"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" Qin Chu was bewildered. What on earth is going on?

"Dad, just wait," Qin Fan said with a meaningful smile, walking back to stand beside his parents.

The words had barely left his mouth when Qin Jun and Zhou Yun appeared at the top of the stairs, leading several Dark Energy Martial Artists.

The moment this entourage came into view, Qin Chu thought he was seeing things. "Second Brother!" he cried out in disbelief.

"Who’s the second brother to a bastard like you!" Zhou Yun shrieked before Qin Jun could even speak.

As Qin Chu and Wei Shuying stood frozen, Zhou Yun’s eyes landed on Qin Fan, and she could no longer contain the fire of her hatred. Her face twisted into a vicious snarl, and she lunged toward him, clawing wildly.

"Qin Fan, you bastard! I’ll kill you today! I want you dead!"

"Zhou Yun!" Qin Jun called out with a frown, not expecting her to lose control so completely.

But she ignored him. Her eyes were fixed only on Qin Fan, desperate to vent her boundless fury and hatred. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to skin him alive and rip out his tendons.