The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 63 - 62: I Never Care About the Identity of the People I Kill!

"Mr. Qin!"

Seeing Qin Fan approaching with a grim expression, Ye Jizu immediately hurried to his side, trailing half a step behind as he called out softly. Upon witnessing this, Zheng Xipo and the others were frozen in shock. Who in the world is this guy? Even Patriarch Ye is half a step behind him, showing such deference? When did such a figure emerge in Jiangzhou?

"Thank you," Qin Fan said with a slight nod, his voice soft. He may be arrogant, even proud, but when it came to matters of gratitude and enmity, he never postured with his strength. This time, if it weren’t for Ye Jizu, he dared not even imagine what would have become of Ji Yuchen. As for calling the police, would that have any effect on He Haolin, the number one young master in Jiangzhou? What a joke.

Hearing Qin Fan’s thanks, Ye Jizu waved his hands in a fluster. "No, no, Mr. Qin, it’s my honor to serve you! This is a blessing I have cultivated!"

"Mm." With a faint grunt, Qin Fan didn’t bother with further pleasantries and strode toward He Haolin.

"Mr. Qin, how do you plan to deal with this little bastard?" Ye Jizu asked, fawning. "Do you need me to handle it for you? A mere He Zhenjiang can’t stir up any trouble in the Jiangzhou Earth Realm! You don’t need to get your hands dirty!"

"No need." Qin Fan’s answer was concise. "I never care about a person’s status when I kill them."

Ye Jizu wasn’t surprised that Qin Fan intended to kill He Haolin. He himself had almost been killed by Qin Fan. To a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, a punk like He Haolin was less than an ant. Nodding, Ye Jizu said no more and dutifully followed at his side.

Lying on the ground, paralyzed but still fully conscious, He Haolin heard their conversation, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A sky of despair crashed down upon him. The appearance of Ye Jizu had nearly made him collapse in fear, and then Qin Fan himself had appeared. Even more absurdly, Ye Jizu respectfully addressed Qin Fan as "Mr. Qin." And now, this "Mr. Qin" was saying he was going to kill him! Death? Just a few hours ago, the word had been an incredibly distant concept for He Haolin. Now, it seemed to be within arm’s reach.

"Qin Fan, why is it you? How can it be you? How could it possibly be you!" It wasn’t the will to live that sustained him, but a surge of profound hatred that fueled his dwindling strength. He laboriously turned over, his mangled, bloody face contorted with rage as he screamed at Qin Fan. Ji Yuchen had broken up with him over this man! Ye Jizu had intervened because of him! His current miserable state was his doing! And now, he was openly threatening to kill him. This string of events was simply too much for He Haolin to accept.

If it had been Ye Haoxuan, he might have resigned himself to his fate and admitted defeat. But this was Qin Fan! A nobody, a coward, the worthless loser from Qi Middle School whom everyone could humiliate!

"Young Master He, what is it? Can’t it be me?" Qin Fan sneered, looking down on him.

"How can it be you, you nobody? How could it possibly be you, you piece of trash? This isn’t real! It can’t be real!" He Haolin shook his head weakly, refusing to face reality. He even ignored his impending death, completely lost in his own delusional muttering.

Qin Fan shook his head coldly. "Enough of this." Wasting no more words, he swept a kick directly at He Haolin’s waist. There was no sickening crack of bone, only silence.

Like a kite with a severed string, He Haolin flew toward the Alphard, slamming heavily into its battered frame. Ye Jizu, who had expected He Haolin to be finished, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief as an incredible scene unfolded. Not only had Qin Fan’s kick failed to kill He Haolin, but after hitting the ground, the boy leaped to his feet, brimming with life. There was no trace of his previous near-death state. After scrambling up, He Haolin, without a second word, yanked open the Alphard’s door and jumped inside. The engine roared to life as he sped away.

Seeing this, Ye Jizu raised his hand to order a pursuit, but Qin Fan stopped him.

"Mr... Mr. Qin, what—what was that? H-how did he...?" Ye Jizu’s shock was overwhelming. He had witnessed Qin Fan’s methods firsthand—killing with a breath, instantly defeating Zhan Long, a warrior in the middle stage of the Dark Energy realm. How could someone with such power let a mere student like He Haolin escape? Could He Haolin also be a wolf in sheep’s clothing? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

But Ye Jizu immediately dismissed the thought. If He Haolin truly had any skill, why would he have endured such a savage beating earlier? In an instant, the utterly baffled Ye Jizu was completely lost.

"Ever heard of a final burst of life?" Qin Fan chuckled lightly and patted Ye Jizu’s shoulder before striding resolutely toward the white Bentley.

Watching his retreating back and hearing those words, Ye Jizu felt his perception of Qin Fan shatter once again. So terrifying... absolutely terrifying.

The Bentley executed a sleek U-turn, and Qin Fan departed, taking the disheveled and still-shaken Ji Yuchen with him.

"Qin Fan, what... what did you do to He Haolin?" Ji Yuchen asked anxiously from the back seat.

"Didn’t you see? I just kicked him. It was nothing. He even drove away," Qin Fan said with a small laugh, keeping the Bentley at a steady speed.

"Is that really all?" Although that was indeed what she had witnessed, Ji Yuchen couldn’t shake a strange feeling. Her sixth sense told her things weren’t that simple.

"Talking to women is such a hassle," Qin Fan remarked flippantly, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the rearview mirror. "Alright, stop thinking about it. Let’s get you some new clothes before we head back to school." Wanting to end the conversation, he spoke before she could continue.

The change in Qin Fan, the rescue by underworld figures, the appearance of Ye Jizu, Patriarch Ye’s deferential attitude, the mysterious origin of the Bentley—a multitude of questions still crowded her mind. She looked up at Qin Fan’s profile, biting her lip as she debated whether to press for answers. In the end, she took a deep breath and gave up. She understood that with his current attitude, asking would be pointless.

As the Bentley fell silent, Qin Fan didn’t start another topic, letting Ji Yuchen stew in her incomprehensible thoughts with a furrowed brow. The Bentley sped to a designer clothing store in the city center. Ji Yuchen, who wasn’t picky about clothes, felt embarrassed but ultimately changed into an expensive outfit under Qin Fan’s firm insistence. Ignoring the shop clerks’ curious stares, Qin Fan smoothly paid with his card and led her out.

"Qin Fan, thank you," Ji Yuchen said sincerely, suddenly stopping in her tracks.

"I’m sorry you had to suffer." Without turning around, Qin Fan paused for a moment before speaking. Then, he strode toward the Bentley.

He knew that beneath her strong facade, the traumatic, nightmarish ordeal had already cast a deep psychological shadow over Ji Yuchen. If that shadow wasn’t dispelled, the nightmare would undoubtedly haunt her for the rest of her life.

Inside the Bentley, Qin Fan pursed his lips and silently made a decision.

It’s time to do something.