The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 82 - 81: You need to recharge your intelligence!

The moment he entered the room and saw Ma Yunbin’s state, Qin Fan froze. Ma Yunbin had nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hands and feet were bound in cheap handcuffs, and his entire body was covered in red welts from a whip. Beside him, a young man with a treacherous expression held a leather belt.

"Holy shit— What’s going on here?"

"Mr. Qin, save me, save me!" The moment he saw Qin Fan, Ma Yunbin seemed like a withered tree blooming in spring. Forgetting the scorching pain, he shouted as if he had seen his Savior.

"Well, well, another one. Come on, grab him!" the leader sneered, his Mandarin broken and his expression ruthless. At his command, three young men who had come prepared charged at Qin Fan, raising their baseball bats to strike.

"Trash," Qin Fan said with an impassive, disdainful look.

The leader only saw a blur. The next thing he knew, three baseball bats were clattering on the ground, and his three henchmen were on the floor, clutching their wrists and howling in agony. Qin Fan’s move stunned him. They say you can tell an expert by their first move. Even though I’m no expert, my men were taken down without me even seeing a shadow. Doesn’t that say it all?

"Who... who are you?" the leader stammered, instinctively shuffling backward.

"The person who’s about to cripple you," Qin Fan replied with a harmless-looking smile as he slowly walked toward him.

SWOOSH—

The next moment, as Qin Fan closed in, the trembling leader pulled a homemade "Fire Stick"—a Type 54 handgun—from his coat.

"Stop right there! Don’t you fucking move, or I swear I’ll drop you!"

Holding the makeshift handgun, the man’s palms dripped with sweat, and his threatening words trembled as he spoke. That thing was mostly for posturing and scaring people. In this day and age, with surveillance cameras everywhere, firing a single shot could ruin the rest of your life. A few years ago, as a fearless young punk, he might have had the guts. But now, he was just a coward.

"I don’t believe you," Qin Fan said, casually shaking his head, completely disregarding the "Fire Stick" as if it were nothing.

"Stop! I told you to stop!" he shouted, his brow beaded with sweat.

CLICK. He flicked the safety off.

"You don’t dare shoot." Approaching with a leisurely stroll, Qin Fan reached out, grabbed the gun’s barrel, and shook his head mockingly at the man.

"Boss! I give up!"

To Qin Fan’s surprise, the man dropped straight to his knees. He’d expected him to keep up the tough act a little longer.

"Go on. Untie him," Qin Fan said indifferently, taking the homemade Type 54 and tapping the man’s head lightly with the muzzle.

"Yes, yes, Boss!" The man scrambled to his feet, not daring to hesitate. He walked over to Ma Yunbin and, with trembling hands, unlocked the handcuffs.

The moment the handcuffs came off, Ma Yunbin grabbed his nearby pants and pulled them on before viciously kicking the man’s head. The sudden movement, however, pulled at the wounds on his body, causing him to wince and suck in a sharp breath of cold air.

"What happened? Spill it," Qin Fan said coolly, sitting down on a nearby sofa and twirling the homemade Type 54 in his hand.

"This—Mr. Qin, I—" Ma Yunbin’s face flushed red as he faltered, the topic clearly a source of deep shame.

"Speak," Qin Fan commanded gravely.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Qin, I... I fell for a honey trap!" Ma Yunbin finally ground out, clenching his teeth in humiliation.

A honey trap? Qin Fan gave Ma Yunbin a strange look. "Explain. Clearly."

"I’d just gotten to my room when someone knocked. I looked through the peephole and saw a pretty, drunk-looking woman. I... well, my hormones got the better of me, and I opened the door. The second she was inside, she threw her arms around me and started crying about how she just got dumped and what a pervert her boyfriend was. So I started comforting her, and one thing led to another... we ended up in bed. She was totally into it, but who would’ve guessed that halfway through, the door would burst open and these bastards would charge in! They accused me of sleeping with his woman! That’s when she showed her true colors, saying they had it all on video. Her loud screams, which I thought were from passion, had become their evidence against me! Damn it! To think I’ve been so sharp my whole life, only to fall for a honey trap in the end. It’s true what they say: the lifelong eagle hunter gets his eyes pecked out by one in the end!"

By the end of his story, Ma Yunbin was no longer embarrassed, just filled with indignant shame.

"You’ll sleep with any woman who shows up? Aren’t you afraid of catching something? Besides, a woman who knocks on a stranger’s hotel room door late at night to cry on his shoulder... and you fell for a trick that obvious? You must have an overdue balance on your IQ," Qin Fan scoffed, giving him a speechless, sidelong glance.

"I was just desperate to blow off some steam! It felt like a pillow being delivered just as I was getting sleepy, but I never expected it to be a trap! Besides, there were condoms. It’s not like I was going to catch anything," Ma Yunbin muttered, coughing subconsciously and lowering his head in shame.

"I’m done talking to you." With that, Qin Fan stood up and made to leave.

"Mr. Qin! Mr. Qin, wait, wait!" Ma Yunbin scrambled painfully off the bed, shouting urgently.

"If you have something to say, say it," Qin Fan said, pausing with a frown.

"Mr. Qin, these bastards whipped me good! I can’t let them get away with this! Please... would you wait until I’ve tied them up before you go?" Ma Yunbin asked, pushing his luck. The shared danger of the evening seemed to have eroded his usual reservations around Qin Fan.

"Get lost," Qin Fan barked.

He shook his head and strode toward the door. As he left, however, he tossed the homemade Type 54, and it landed at Ma Yunbin’s feet.

"Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Qin!" Ma Yunbin shouted with a grateful laugh, understanding Qin Fan’s intent. He quickly snatched up the pistol and turned toward the leader with a ferocious expression.

When had he, Ma Yunbin, ever suffered such a humiliating beating? This grudge had to be avenged, or how could he hold his head up in the world!

He walked up to the man, who was practically limp with fear. Without a word, he swung the gun’s grip viciously against the man’s head. THUD. He bent over him and sneered, "So, you targeted me for five hundred thousand because you saw me in a Ferrari, huh? Heh... let me ask you, do you think a guy who drives a Ferrari wouldn’t dare to get rid of trash like you?"

"Boss, boss, spare me! It was my fault, I was blind! I’m sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong!" the man pleaded, ignoring the throbbing lump on his head and frantically slapping his own face.

"Here. Cuff yourself," Ma Yunbin sneered, tossing two pairs of handcuffs in front of him.

Unable to gauge Ma Yunbin’s background, and with the potential danger of Qin Fan still looming, the man had no other choice. Trembling, he locked the cuffs around his own wrists.

Seeing this, Ma Yunbin smiled grimly and picked up the same leather belt that had been used on him. As if venting all his rage, he began to whip the man mercilessly. Even the three henchmen whose wrists Qin Fan had broken weren’t spared. For a time, the room echoed with agonizing screams, like a slaughterhouse.