The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 179 - 176: It’s Qin Fan!

Young Master Ma Yunbin from Fushan Cloud Residence? The Ye Family’s Fourth Master, the Patriarch of Lingnan?

After Ye Jizu and Ma Yunbin stepped out of No. 1 Villa, the first to be stunned were the wealthy onlookers outside, all trying to figure out what was happening. Upon seeing the two men’s faces, they all instinctively rubbed their eyes. Judging by the demeanor of Young Master Ma and the Patriarch, it was clear they were guests.

But who on earth lives in that enigmatic No. 1 Villa, a property whose owner remains unknown to the public? Who could be so influential as to host these two eminent figures? And those two cars that just blew up—were they targeting the Patriarch and Young Master Ma, or the owner inside the villa?

Before they could sort out their thoughts, a shout erupted from the crowd. Soon, most of the tycoons were calling out in unison, "Patriarch! Young Master Ma!"

The Patriarch? He was the Patriarch?

Hearing this title, the security team froze on the spot. They stopped shouting and lowered the stun batons they held. They stared, dumbfounded, at the face radiating with natural authority.

"Patriarch? Are you the Patriarch?" the lead guard asked, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Mm," Ye Jizu responded nonchalantly.

The next second, CLATTER!

The shields and stun batons the security guards were holding all dropped to the ground. Then, as if well-trained, they uniformly raised their right hands, saluting Ye Jizu with great respect and shouting, "Greetings, Patriarch!"

The mighty chorus was so loud that even Qin Fan, inside the villa, couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.

"Alright, that’s enough. Disperse! It’s over, get back to your posts!" Ye Jizu, still not fully recovered from the shock of the incident and the intimidating reputation of the Blue-Eyed Wolf, commanded with a frown as he waved his hand.

"Yes, Patriarch!" the security guards responded crisply, their saluting hands held stiffly. They then turned in unison and marched off, following their captain’s lead.

After the security team had left, the tycoons surrounding the villa quickly surged forward. If even the Patriarch said everything was fine, what lingering dangers could they, with their lesser status, possibly worry about? They gathered outside the estate’s electronic gate, calling out once more to the approaching Ye Jizu and Ma Yunbin, "Patriarch! Young Master Ma!"

Looking at the many faces—some familiar, some not—Ye Jizu gave an impassive nod.

Ma Yunbin then spoke up, "Who’s free? Give us a ride back."

"Young Master Ma, I’m free, I’m free! I’ll drive!"

"Young Master Ma, my car’s just down the road. I’ll go get it right away!"

"Young Master Ma, let me! To be of service to you both would be an honor I could only dream of!"

"Young Master Ma, pick me, pick me!"

Damn it all! Are all the residents of Half Mountain Villa just a bunch of damn nouveau riche?

"Alright, enough of the racket. You’ll do," Ye Jizu said, stepping forward impatiently amid the commotion. He pointed at a middle-aged man who looked vaguely familiar but whose name he couldn’t recall.

"Thank you, Patriarch! Thank you! I’ll go get the car now. Just give me two minutes, I’ll be right back!" As if he had received a great imperial favor, the tycoon turned and sprinted down the road.

Serving the domineering Patriarch of Lingnan and the mysterious Young Master Ma from Beijing as a temporary chauffeur was an undeniable source of bragging rights, an honor that would add a golden touch to one’s reputation. Faced with this opportunity to build a close connection with them, many onlookers watched the man’s retreating figure with envy.

"All of you, disperse! Don’t crowd around, there’s nothing to see," Ye Jizu said, his natural aura of authority asserting itself as he scanned the crowd. "And one more thing. I hope none of you spread a word about what happened today. Can you do that?"

"Don’t worry, Patriarch. Since you’ve said so, we’ll definitely keep our mouths shut. We know nothing about today’s events; we didn’t see or hear a thing," a middle-aged man standing close to Ye Jizu hastily affirmed.

Amid the chorus of agreement, Ye Jizu nodded. "Good. Now, disperse."

As he spoke, a Bentley Mulsanne sped up the road. The middle-aged man Ye Jizu had chosen ran excitedly from the driver’s seat, panting as he shouted, "Patriarch, Young Master Ma, please get in!"

「Meanwhile.」

At the Jiangzhou Military Region General Hospital, Qin Shuai, who had been transferred back from the People’s Hospital, stared blankly at the ceiling with vacant eyes. To his right, Zhou Yun lay asleep, both of her legs encased in plaster casts.

In the vast, luxurious hospital room, apart from the mother and son, stood a dozen other people—all members of the Qin Family who had rushed over. But at this moment, no one spoke. The silence was so complete you could hear a pin drop.

COUGH, COUGH— 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

A dry, hoarse cough broke the silence.

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

Hearing Old Mr. Qin’s cough, the second and third generations of the Qin Family all cried out in alarm.

The old man held a half-clenched fist to his mouth to clear his throat, then waved his other hand. "Don’t worry, it’s nothing," he sighed. "I’m not dead yet."

"Grandpa, can you please not say such depressing things?" Qin Moran, a pretty young woman of about twenty-three, pouted as she hurried to his side to support him.

But he gently pushed her away. "Alright, I won’t."

Reaching for the walking stick beside him, he shakily propped himself up and continued, "Regarding Shuai’s situation or Zhou Yun’s—no one is to let the old lady know! If you do, don’t blame this old man for turning on you!"

"Dad, even if you hadn’t said anything, we wouldn’t dare tell Mom," said the third son’s wife.

"Third Aunt is right, Grandpa. Don’t worry," Qin Moran added. "Given Grandma’s health, we wouldn’t dare give her such a shock."

Her gaze then shifted to her second uncle, Qin Jun. His face was grim and ferocious, as if he had become a different person overnight. Qin Moran sighed and silently shook her head.

"Good that you know," Old Mr. Qin nodded lightly. He slowly turned to face Qin Jun. "Who did this? It’s time you told us."

"Dad, I can handle this myself. Go back," Qin Jun said through gritted teeth, exhaling sharply through his nose in a low, ominous tone.

"You can handle it? You can’t handle shit! If you could handle it, Zhou Yun wouldn’t be lying here!" Old Mr. Qin slammed his cane on the floor, his brow furrowed in anger. "The Qin Family may not be what it once was, but we still have a reputation in Jiangzhou and all of Lingnan! My grandson and daughter-in-law are lying tortured in a hospital bed! This is about the honor of my family! Whether it’s a grudge or a vendetta, we cannot swallow this insult, no matter the cost! Otherwise, all of Huaxia will think our family is easy to bully!"

He slammed his cane on the ground again, shouting and coughing in a fit of rage.

"Grandpa, take it easy! Don’t get so worked up. Please, calm down," Qin Moran said with concern, once again supporting him and patting his back.

"They are my son and my wife! I said I can handle it, and I will! I’ll regain the face I lost myself! The ones who deserve to die will not escape!" Qin Jun braced himself with his hands against the wall, his trembling eyelids hiding the cold fury in his eyes. "So, all of you, go back and leave me in peace!"

Suddenly, as Qin Jun’s words faded, Qin Shuai, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, spoke.

"It was Qin Fan."