The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 221 - 217: Today, I will end your Qin family!
"Mom!!!"
"Grandma!!"
"Grandma!!"
Heart-wrenching cries of despair echoed through the Qin family’s courtyard as Old Madam Qin violently coughed up her Essence Blood. At this, the numerous guests held their breath, and not another word was spoken as all heads turned in unison toward the old woman slumped in her wheelchair.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! Clinging to her last thread of life, Old Madam Qin tried to raise her head to take one last look at her descendants. She only made it halfway before she coughed up several more mouthfuls of Essence Blood. With this final expectoration, her half-raised head sagged lifelessly.
Her pupils constricted, then dilated, losing all light. In that instant, her breathing and heartbeat stopped!
Dead? Old Madam Qin is dead?
Witnessing Old Madam Qin’s final, motionless state, every guest in the vast courtyard trembled. Their gazes involuntarily shifted to Qin Fan, now filled with utter terror. To bring a coffin to celebrate Old Madam Qin’s grand birthday, only to anger her to death... This was a drama they had never seen nor even heard of!
"Qin Fan, I’m going to kill you! Kill you! KILL YOU!!!" Qin Jiang, his face a mask of tears and anguish, let out a grief-stricken roar and charged.
In the next moment, all the Qin descendants rushed toward Qin Fan, crying out in pain and fury!
"I’ll fucking kill you! Kill you!"
Amidst the charging crowd, a member of the Qin family’s third generation—one who had bullied Qin Fan relentlessly in the past—whipped out a handgun. The distinct CLICK of a round being chambered cut through the chaos as he aimed and fired directly at Qin Fan!
BANG!
The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air. At that instant, the hundred-plus guests trembled violently, the gunshot striking them like a bolt of lightning!
No one was surprised by such a scene. What was surprising, however, was that at such close range, the bullet didn’t leave Qin Fan in a pool of blood. Instead, it seemed to be drawn like a magnet, coming to a dead stop between his two fingers.
My God! Catching a bullet with his bare hands at this distance? Could even a Martial Artist at the Great Success stage of Dark Energy do that so effortlessly? Carrying a coffin with one hand, catching a bullet with the other... what Realm of Martial Artist was he?
But before they could recover from the successive shocks, Qin Fan, still holding the bullet, shook his head. "Qin Yuanbin," he said. "If I recall, my broken bone from six years ago was your handiwork, wasn’t it?"
Staring at Qin Fan and the bullet pinched between his fingers, the shooter, Qin Yuanbin, met Qin Fan’s smiling eyes and felt a sinister chill. He began to tremble, his teeth chattering. The Browning in his hand shook, and his feet uncontrollably shuffled backward under Qin Fan’s demonic gaze.
"There’s nowhere to run. Heh heh," Qin Fan said with a mocking laugh. An invisible force radiated from his Prison Suppressing Body, and he paid no mind to the futile attacks of the Qin family members, which felt like little more than scratches. He kept his mocking eyes fixed on Qin Yuanbin.
"No, no, no—!" Although Qin Yuanbin didn’t know what Qin Fan planned to do, he still shook his head frantically in terror.
"Consider this bullet payback for six years ago!" As he spoke, the bullet between his fingers shot through the air with a whistle, aimed directly at Qin Yuanbin’s knee.
CRACK!
"No! AHH! MY KNEE! MY KNEE!"
Blood flew as the bullet pierced his kneecap and exited through the back of his knee. Qin Yuanbin immediately collapsed, clutching his shattered leg and howling in agony!
"AHHH!!!" At this scene, many of the female guests turned their heads and screamed. The sight was simply too shocking to bear.
"Have you all made enough of a scene?" With that, Qin Fan paid no further attention to Qin Yuanbin. He glanced at the Qin family members swarming him, flailing with fists and feet, and smiled faintly. Then, he gathered his energy and gave a sudden shrug. Instantly, the family members attacking him were sent flying as if they had struck an infinitely powerful spring, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Little Fan... the dead are dead, the injured are injured, the crippled are crippled... Have you vented your anger? Can the grudge between you and the Qin family finally be over?!" On the other side of the dais, Old Master Qin, who had witnessed everything, hobbled forward on his cane, tears streaming down his ancient face. He looked at the face that was at once familiar and yet so alien, his voice trembling with sorrow.
"Little Fan? Who gave you the right to call me Little Fan?" Biting his lip, Qin Fan turned to meet the old man’s tear-filled, weathered eyes and laughed. "Haha, Old Master Qin, in your opinion, do you think I’ve vented enough? Do you think the grudge between me and the Qin family can be settled now?"
"Spare the Qin family! I’m begging you!"
As he said this, his cane fell to the ground, and Old Master Qin’s legs buckled as he prepared to kneel. But in that instant, Qin Fan flashed to the side, evading the gesture.
"If your mind hasn’t completely failed you," Qin Fan said, "surely you haven’t forgotten everything you did all those years!"
Qin Fan’s hatred for Old Master Qin didn’t stem solely from being cast out of the family or the old man’s indifference to the humiliations his own family had endured. It came from his final days in his past life on Earth. Back then, the business his parents had built with their blood and sweat was devoured by Qin Jun, leaving nothing behind. They were even framed and ended up in prison. Where was his so-called grandfather then? Back then, when Du Tiancong had shattered his legs and left him a complete cripple, where was his so-called grandfather then? Talk about family? If the old man had even an ounce of familial affection for them, would his family of three have met such a tragic end? As he recalled everything he had suffered in the latter half of his previous life, the violent fury in Qin Fan’s heart surged uncontrollably once more!
"Spare them. Whatever their sins, let me be the one to atone for them, please?" With tears still streaming down his face, Old Master Qin’s plea was like a cuckoo crying blood. In front of a hundred socialites, he had abandoned all sense of dignity. He only hoped that Qin Fan would stop and finally end this feud that had entangled three generations!
"Haha—! Haha—! HAHAHA—!!!"
He laughed until he cried, tears streaming down his face. But these tears held nothing but a bone-chilling sorrow and coldness. The same man could kneel and beg for these people, offering to take their sins upon himself, yet he could stand by and do nothing as my parents were framed and thrown in prison, as my own legs were broken.
How fucking ironic. How utterly, goddamn ironic!
Old Master Qin’s pleas didn’t stir a shred of compassion in Qin Fan; instead, they fanned the flames of his resentment and fury!
A savage expression twisted his handsome features as he roared with tragic fury, "Impossible! Today, I, Qin Fan, will put an end to your Qin family!"
Amidst Qin Fan’s soaring rage, the frantic stomping of heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from outside. Dozens of stern-faced individuals in the uniforms of the public security system rushed in, swarming the courtyard.
