The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 188 - 185: You Can Go Die Now!

Qin Fan was unaware that the Qin family had investigated him. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have taken it seriously.

After leaving Qi Middle School, he started up the Bentley—so flashy the traffic police would never dare to pull it over—and sped toward the Ye Family mansion.

"The kid is on the move, driving a Bentley, at sixty km/h, coordinates northeast!" While Qin Fan leisurely enjoyed the instrumental music from the car’s stereo and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a hooked-nosed man watched the speeding Bentley through binoculars from the rooftop of a tall building near Qi Middle School.

"Should we play with him first, or just finish him off?" No sooner had the hooked-nosed man spoken than a female voice came through his earpiece.

"Snipe him. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we can retreat! Huaxia is not a safe place for us, so let’s make it quick!" A somber voice laced with a thick killing intent came through the communication channel.

"Yes, Leader!" A dozen voices replied at once.

"Snipers, form a perimeter. If the sniping fails, the close-combat team will move in immediately. Remember, you only have ninety seconds, and then you must retreat! Otherwise, we’ll be trapped in Huaxia with no way out!" the Leader’s voice commanded again.

A series of acknowledgments was followed by silence on the communication channel.

Still driving comfortably, Qin Fan was unaware that a billion-dollar assassination net was closing in around him. As he drove off Jiangzhou Avenue and onto Ring City East Road, leaving the bustling area and drawing closer to the secluded Ye Family mansion, he suddenly began to slow down.

A mischievous smirk touched the corner of his lips. He could almost smell something foul in the air.

"Move!" At the same time, the Leader, who was monitoring the Bentley’s heat map from more than ten kilometers away, pushed his earpiece and murmured the command.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Following that command, silenced sniper rounds tore through the air. Several bullets, fired from all directions, targeted Qin Fan in the driver’s seat. The rounds shattered the standard bulletproof windshield and windows, converging on him in a deadly assault.

SCREECH!

He slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop. Under the barrage of sniper fire, the Bentley went still.

"Did we get him?" someone asked over the comms.

"One billion US dollars just like that?"

"Hah—this money is way too damn easy!"

"May the Lord bless us with more jobs like this!"

More than ten kilometers away, the Leader, whose eyes glowed blue, fell silent amid their cheers.

Was the operation a success? One billion US dollars, this easy? Something’s not right. This is definitely not right! If the target was so weak, why would anyone offer such a sky-high price?

As the Leader frowned in thought, Qin Fan, sitting in the driver’s seat of the Bentley, laughed. Wedged between his fingers were eight sniper rounds.

"Is the game starting now?" he murmured with a smile.

With a sudden, forceful flick of his fingers, the eight spinning sniper rounds reversed course, shooting back through the very bullet holes they had created along their original trajectories!

The hooked-nosed man on surveillance saw this lightning-fast display and cried out in utter shock, "Oh no! No, no, no!"

Immediately following his cry, eight soft THUMPS sounded one after another over the communication channel.

The next second, the eight snipers who had just been celebrating their one-billion-US-dollar payday collapsed simultaneously into pools of their own blood. In the center of each of their foreheads, a crude hole bubbled incessantly. Under the midday sun, every one of their positions, spread out in all directions, had been neutralized by a single bullet to the head.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Hearing the sounds through his earpiece, the hooked-nosed man’s body began to shake uncontrollably. He frantically scanned the sniper locations with his binoculars. But the positions were empty; there were no figures or guns to be seen.

Does this mean they’re all dead? No, no, that’s impossible! Our target was alone in the Bentley. How could he have counterattacked so quickly? Firing eight rounds at once? Even our Leader couldn’t do that, let alone a target we’ve nicknamed ’the kid’!

"Shit! What happened? Retreat! Assault team, withdraw immediately!" The battle-hardened, blue-eyed Leader was all too familiar with those sounds—they were unmistakably headshots.

"Leader, I—!" Before the hooked-nosed man monitoring the Bentley could finish, he froze.

He saw Qin Fan step out of the Bentley. He saw Qin Fan look up and give him a faint smile.

And then his world went black.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Fan had vanished into thin air. By the time the man’s vision cleared, Qin Fan was standing right in front of him.

"You, you, you—!" Overwhelming horror rendered the hooked-nosed man speechless.

"You can die now," Qin Fan said, his voice deceptively harmless.

As the words fell, he moved, giving the man no chance to breathe. His hands shot out, one clamping down on the man’s head, the other cupping his chin.

With a casual wrench and a twist... CRACK!

The hooked-nosed man’s head spun at a sickening speed. Three seconds later, his body collapsed with a thud, lifeless.

Under the somber afternoon sun, Qin Fan slowly crouched, pulling the earpiece from the dead man’s ear.

Smiling into the microphone, he said, "Blue-Eyed Wolf, is it? Nice to meet you."

"It seems one billion US dollars isn’t so easy to earn! Tsk tsk, ’kid,’ you’ve cost me nine of my elites. I must admit, I underestimated you. My past glories have made me a bit arrogant," the Blue-Eyed Wolf responded on the other end, his tone nonchalant.

"Nine, you say? This is just the beginning. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they all get reunited. And that includes you. Haha!" Holding the earpiece, Qin Fan laughed boisterously as he walked back to the Bentley.

"It’s been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that! Not bad, not bad, ’kid.’ And just like you said, this is only the beginning. For this assassination game, that was merely the cannon fodder taking the stage. Good luck. Goodbye!"

The Blue-Eyed Wolf finished speaking and cut the connection with a sinister laugh. Qin Fan threw the earpiece to the ground and crushed it under his foot.

He climbed back into the Bentley, now peppered with eight eerie bullet holes, started the engine, and sped toward the Ye Family estate.

「The Ye Family.」

After hearing the guard announce Qin Fan’s arrival, Ye Jizu and Ye Congjun rushed out from inside. When they saw the Bentley riddled with bullet holes, the father and son froze in shock.

"Sir Qin, what... what happened?" Ye Jizu asked, his voice edged with panic.

Those bullet holes were clearly from sniper rounds! Was Sir Qin attacked?

"To challenge the mighty on their own turf is to court death!" the battle-hardened Old Master Ye said, pointing at the Bentley with a face like a thundercloud. "Qin, my friend, when did this happen?"