The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 219 - 215: Just Relying on Them?

A coffin?

A coffin?

As Qin Fan hoisted the large red coffin aloft with one hand, all the security guards turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.

Damn it! Today is the Old Madam's grand birthday, and this bastard shows up with a coffin? This… this is courting death!

Subconsciously, anger and panic filled the guards' hearts. Overlooking the inhuman strength Qin Fan had just displayed, they all shouted in unison, "Are you fucking looking to die?"

"Scram!"

With a fierce shout, Qin Fan, holding the large red coffin in one hand, emotionlessly swept his foot toward the guards rushing at him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!—

BANG! BANG! BANG!— 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Wherever his sweeping foot reached, the guards all howled in pain as they fell to the ground. Without a second glance, Qin Fan continued forward, the coffin still held aloft.

"Help! There's trouble! There's trouble!"

Despite being thrown to the ground and struggling to get up, the guards hadn't forgotten their duties. Amidst their groans, they used every ounce of their strength to shout themselves hoarse.

Qin Fan remained indifferent to their cries, his expression still as cold as ice as he walked steadily inside.

Trouble?

The sudden shouts pierced the noisy Qin manor, bringing everything to an abrupt halt. The name 'Qin Fan' uncontrollably sprang into the minds of many, and the faces of the Qin family members changed drastically.

Damn it, that bastard really isn't afraid to die. He actually came!

Although they were unsure of the exact situation, the Qin family didn't need to think twice to be certain that the unwelcome guest was undoubtedly Qin Fan. After all, besides him, who else would dare to cause trouble at the Qin manor on this day, at this time?

"Masters!" Qin Jun, who had been enjoying a lively chat with the elite, turned and rushed over to the Martial Artists seated under a tree sipping tea. "Masters," he said urgently, "today is my dear mother's grand birthday. I do not wish to see anyone who comes to cause trouble set foot in the Qin residence. Please lend your strength to the Qin family. We will be forever indebted to you for this great kindness!"

"Rest assured, Mr. Qin," Master Guo snorted arrogantly. "Since we accepted your invitation, we absolutely will not allow any mishaps to befall the Qin family! Go on back. I assure you, anyone who dares to make trouble won't have the slightest chance of crossing your threshold!"

With that, he sprang to his feet. In a flash, he had already leaped more than ten meters. Seeing this, the other three Martial Artists also sprinted out, their expressions grave.

Witnessing this scene, Qin Jun finally let out a sigh of relief.

「Outside the Qin family's gate.」

The four Martial Artists froze the moment they saw the newcomer. Their minds went blank, their faces turning ashen as they stared in disbelief at the scene before their eyes.

"Do you wish to stop me, too?" A deep, raspy voice issued from his lips. He recognized these men.

Recalling the scene at the Nine Dragons Teahouse where Qin Fan had killed Lan Tianchun, even the arrogant Master Guo's voice trembled with fear. "Master… Master Qin, how can it be you?"

"Master Qin, this, this, this—!" Pointing at the large red coffin Qin Fan was holding with one hand, the other Martial Artists were at a loss for words.

"Scram!" Qin Fan hissed, his gaze sweeping over the four men with icy contempt.

"Master Qin!" Master Guo faltered, his eyes darting away as he spoke.

"I don't want to say it a second time." A formidable, terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from Qin Fan as he spoke softly, his eyes downcast.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master Qin! We'll leave immediately, right away. Please, after you!"

Feeling an aura so cold it was like being plunged into an ice cave, the four men trembled and reflexively stammered their assent.

We couldn't care less about the grudges among the powerful; right now, we just want to curse someone's mother. To hell with it! If we'd known it was Master Qin, we wouldn't have come even if it meant being beaten to death! We've been duped by Qin Jun!

The same indignant thought surfaced in all four of their minds.

Watching Qin Fan walk past them with the large red coffin, the four men exchanged a glance and quickly fled. This was a mess they couldn't afford to get involved in, nor did they dare.

"Old Madam Qin, I, Qin Fan, have brought you a birthday gift! Haha!"

Under the watchful eyes of over a hundred people in the Qin family courtyard, Qin Fan stepped over the threshold, holding the coffin in one hand and letting out a booming, wild laugh.

A birthday gift? A coffin?

Looking at the ghastly red coffin, the entire venue fell silent. Everyone felt a chilling, eerie dread wash over them. The smell of fresh lacquer wafting from the red coffin only intensified the horror.

"Stop him! Quick, quick, fucking stop him!" On the birthday stage, where the five renowned Qin siblings were gathered, all their faces turned deathly white. Qin Jiang and Qin Jun let out the most hysterical roars of their lives.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

At their command, the Qin family's hired muscle swiftly surged forward to encircle Qin Fan.

"Stop me? With them?" Qin Fan raised an eyebrow and chuckled mockingly.

Before the opposition could strike, he moved. His ghostly footwork began weaving around as he rushed forward, his free hand swinging with terrifying power. The sound of slapping echoed rhythmically, a blur to the onlookers.

Within moments, the courtyard was filled with cries of pain. Every single one was sent flying with a single slap, their falling bodies met with screams of shock from the guests.

Damn it, what the hell is going on? A coffin and a brawl? This is a birthday banquet—the Qin family's birthday banquet! Who is this troublemaker? Where does he get such audacity?

While Qin Fan's face was familiar to those from Jiangzhou, the guests from outside the circle had no idea who he was. Seeing his still somewhat youthful and refined face, many of the powerful elites frowned deeply.

"Master Guo! Master Zhou! Master Huang! Master Liu! Where are you?! Where are you?!" On the birthday stage, Qin Jun stood protectively in front of Old Madam Qin's wheelchair, roaring madly.

Qin Fan shook his head with contemptuous disdain at Qin Jun's shouts. Holding the coffin, which remained perfectly steady in his hand, he slowly walked over the bodies of the thugs toward the birthday stage.

Wherever he went, the guests gave him a wide berth. Forgetting for a moment that he was clearly a lunatic, who would dare get close to that ominous red coffin? And so, a vacuum was spontaneously created as the guests backed away. Qin Fan was only too pleased. A cold sneer filled with relentless hatred played on his lips. He single-handedly carried the coffin, advancing step-by-step toward the birthday stage under the guests' astounded and horrified gazes.

"Qin Fan, what do you think you're doing?! What do you think you're doing!" screamed Qin Jiang, his face drained of all color and filled with utter panic. As a provincial Governor with a limitless future, he pointed a trembling finger at Qin Fan. "I'm telling you, don't be reckless! You have to think about your parents!"

Yet Qin Fan ignored him completely, the cold smile never leaving his face.

When he was still several meters from the stage, the right hand holding the coffin suddenly swung forward!

WHOOSH!!!

The large red coffin shot forward with violent speed.

BANG—!

With a thud that kicked up a cloud of dust, it landed precisely and smoothly right beside Old Madam Qin's wheelchair.

The cold sneer on Qin Fan's face suddenly vanished, replaced by an innocuous, faint smile. "Old Madam Qin," he said as he walked forward, "are you satisfied with this birthday gift?"