The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 167 - 164: To Climb or Not to Climb?

"Lord Qin, I hope it’s nothing serious!" Ye Jizu’s voice came through the moment the call connected.

"Nothing much. Where did you hear the rumors?" Qin Fan licked his lips and asked with a soft laugh.

"Qin Jun called Wen Yuanjie at the city bureau and asked him to bring a team to your house. I knew right away you must have made a move! Want me to fan the flames? He’s just the Qin family’s second son. I may not be much, but dealing with him would be child’s play for me!" Ye Jizu boasted.

Listening to his tone, it was hard to believe this was the fourth young master of the Ye Family, a man nearing forty.

"Forget it. Just relax and enjoy yourself. If there’s nothing else, that’s all for now," Qin Fan said.

"Alright, Lord Qin. I’m off to bed then!"

"Mm."

With a soft hum, Qin Fan hung up the phone.

At the same time, Qin Jun’s phone began to ring. Enduring the searing, stabbing pain in his back, he painfully fumbled for his phone and swiped to answer.

Before he could even speak, a frantic, anxious woman’s voice burst from the other end. "Hello, is this Mr. Qin? My husband, Wen Yuanjie, suddenly collapsed! Before he passed out, he told me to call you and tell you to find someone else. What... what on earth is happening?"

Collapsed? He had the presence of mind to tell his wife to call me before collapsing? To tell me to find someone else?

At that moment, rage surged through Qin Jun like a wildfire! If he really had time to give instructions before collapsing, why would he tell her to call me? He should have contacted his subordinates and ordered them to mobilize! Not stage this ridiculously fake drama for my benefit!

A mere Wen Yuanjie is playing mind games with me now?

Ordinarily, Qin Jun wouldn’t even deign to look at Wen Yuanjie, let alone spare him a second glance. And now, this man was rejecting his request for police assistance with such a clumsy, transparent trick?

Damn it!

The Qin family was still at the height of its power. Even if its influence were to collapse, it wouldn’t be some nobody like Wen Yuanjie’s place to play such games!

BEEP.

Without replying, he ended the call. A chilling, bone-deep coldness emanated from Qin Jun’s dark, overcast eyes.

Lying on the ground under Qin Fan’s contemptuous, condescending gaze, he began scrolling through his contacts.

He made one call; it went unanswered.

He made a second; the phone was off.

He made a third; the call failed, saying the number was out of the service area.

He had called every single top official he knew, from the city bureau to the provincial department, but not a single call connected.

This was clearly coordinated! They all agreed not to take my calls!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

Burning with rage, Qin Jun smashed his phone onto the floor.

He, the dignified Second Master of the Qin family, couldn’t even summon Wen Yuanjie? Even those lackeys wouldn’t answer his calls? This was a humiliation! A disgrace that the entire upper echelon of society would secretly laugh at and despise him for! What happened? What could have possibly caused this?

Qin Jun’s mind raced. But before his thoughts could unfold, Qin Fan’s voice cut in from behind him. "What’s wrong, Mr. Qin? Where are your reinforcements?"

Qin Jun desperately wanted to roar, "Was this your doing?!"

But reason told him that uttering those words would be an admission of having negative intelligence.

Qin Fan was just a piece of trash the family had thrown out. How could he possibly orchestrate this situation? It was utter nonsense!

"Haha... To think that after a lifetime of hunting hawks, I’d have my eyes pecked out by one. Qin Chu, Qin Fan, I admit defeat this time. I’ll take what’s coming to me. So, what do you want?"

After the futile calls to the city and provincial authorities, Qin Jun stopped trying to use his influence. He didn’t even attempt to call for reinforcements from the Qin family. While his status as the renowned Second Master Qin of Jiangzhou was absolutely due to the Qin family’s backing, he was no idiot. If he were, how could he have, in the previous timeline, schemed to steal the Youfan Group that Qin Chu and his wife had built? How could he have ultimately been the one to send them to prison?

He wasn’t a fool. When the city and provincial authorities unanimously refused to answer his calls, it meant something major had happened. Whether it concerned him personally or the entire Qin family, he couldn’t be sure. With the situation unclear, he chose to endure.

He would swallow this loss.

Suppressing the humiliation that flooded his chest, he struggled to his feet.

"Take your bitch and crawl out," Qin Fan said indifferently, pointing a finger toward the front door.

Crawl... out?

Qin Fan’s words left not only Qin Jun and Zhou Yun stunned, but also caused Qin Chu and Wei Shuying to stare with eyes wide in disbelief.

Make Qin Jun and Zhou Yun crawl? Has he gone insane? How is that even possible?! One was the renowned Second Master Qin, the other was the arrogant and aggressive young mistress of the Qin family. Making them crawl out... this was...

"You want to humiliate us, is that it? You piece of trash, you bastard! If you have the guts, then kill me! Kill me! Kill me! Qin Jun, are you even a man? Fight him! Fight! Even if you die, I’ll live out my days as your widow!" Zhou Yun’s shrill scream echoed through the hall. With her hair a mess, her face was a mask of pure malice and venom.

She swore that if she survived today, she would make this family of three suffer a fate worse than death!

"Kill you? That would be too easy. You haven’t even begun to repay what you owe my mother. Do you think I’d let you die so easily?" Qin Fan picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table. He walked over to Zhou Yun and gently tapped her meticulously maintained cheek with the gleaming blade, which glinted under the lights.

He continued, "Mrs. Qin, if I were to carve, say, eight or ten slashes across this face of yours, do you think plastic surgery could ever fix it? Or maybe... what if I cut off a few fingers? Or gouged out an eye? What do you think? Do you think I’d dare?"

Hearing Qin Fan’s bottomless threat, any death-defying courage Zhou Yun had mustered vanished in an instant. Her face, her fingers, her eyes... if anything happened to them, what meaning would her life have left? She spent millions every year to maintain this very face and her delicate hands that had never known a day of work. It was a testament to just how important her appearance was to her.

Would Qin Fan dare? She didn’t know. She truly didn’t know, but she didn’t dare to gamble.

"You’re a madman! A freak! You’re a deranged lunatic! A lunatic!"

No longer daring to meet Qin Fan’s gaze, Zhou Yun shook her head frantically and screamed, her numb legs refusing to move from their kneeling position on the floor.

In this single day, in just these few short hours, she had been forced to endure the humiliation of a lifetime and the next. Kneeling before that bastard child Qin Chu and that slut Wei Shuying was the greatest disgrace she had ever suffered. But being tormented by this worthless trash, Qin Fan... that was an agony that was tearing her very soul apart.

Beneath her disheveled hair, her eyes burned with endless hatred and venom.

"Are you going to crawl, or not?"

Freak? Madman?

Having become immune to such words long ago on the Cangqiong Continent, Qin Fan was unfazed. The gleaming knife blade tapped against Zhou Yun’s cheek again as he gave a wicked, cold smile.