The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 300 - 293: I Don’t Want Him to Die So Easily!

"I want him to be left with nothing!"

As Qin Fan's voice emanated from the phone, Li Yicheng on the other end of the line fell silent.

After all, Wen Congshu was a prominent figure in the Macau Earth Realm. To reduce such a man to nothing was easier said than done. But no matter how difficult, Qin Fan had spoken. Li Yicheng had no room to refuse. In his eyes, Qin Fan's future was destined for heights beyond any ordinary person's estimation. Just to build a good relationship with him, or even to curry favor, Li Yicheng had to take this gamble, even if it risked mutual destruction.

Qin Fan didn't press him for an answer. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. The silence finally broke at the nineteenth second.

Li Yicheng's voice came through, "Rest assured, Mr. Qin. I guarantee the task will be completed!"

With a simple, "Thanks," Qin Fan ended the call.

Death often isn't what people fear most. What's truly terrifying is to live on with absolutely nothing.

The moment that animal did what he did to Tie Niu's sister, his fate was sealed. And this was only the beginning. Wen Congshu's nightmare had just begun.

"Motherfucker!"

Just then, the elevator doors opened. The moment Tie Niu stepped out and saw Wen Congshu, a boundless and savage fury erupted across his face. He charged forward with heavy strides.

Qin Fan didn't stop him, allowing Tie Niu to unleash a sweeping kick at Wen Congshu.

BOOM!

Fueled by a heart full of hatred, Tie Niu's kick sent Wen Congshu flying several meters until he crashed heavily against a round pillar in the center of the lobby. Another mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, but this time, Wen Congshu didn't scream. A vacant stare was his only expression. He'd had that same look ever since Qin Fan made the call. As a Macau native, who didn't know of Li Yicheng, Second Master Li? That one phrase—'leave him with nothing'—followed by a simple 'Thanks,' had invisibly annihilated everything Wen Congshu had struggled to build over the years.

"Instructor, this—!" a soldier said instinctively, watching Tie Niu rush back toward the fallen Wen Congshu.

"Let him be," Qin Fan said with a dismissive wave. "Let him make his own choice."

He then turned to Guo Wenhai with a scornful grunt. "The City God, is it? It's your turn. I'll give you a chance to speak. Say what you want."

"No! I know the Crown Prince of the Liao Family! I know him!" Guo Wenhai stammered, panicked by Qin Fan's angry sneer. He knew these people couldn't possibly be unaware of the Northwest Liao Family. All his hope was now pinned on the young man he always called Lord Liao.

"The Northwest Liao Family?" Qin Fan asked mockingly, the corner of his lip twitching.

"Yes, yes! The Northwest Liao Family!" Guo Wenhai exclaimed, his voice filled with renewed hope, as if he had just grasped a lifeline.

Ignoring him, Qin Fan stated coldly, "Since you claim he has your back, fine. Give him a call. Tell him to come over."

Guo Wenhai had thought Qin Fan would back down out of respect for the Liao Family. He never expected such a response and was instantly left dumbstruck.

"Not going to call?" Qin Fan's brow furrowed slightly as he watched the stupefied man. "Fine. Tie him up."

"Yes, Instructor!" several soldiers responded quickly. Their actions today were far beyond regulations. But because of Tie Niu, his sister, and Qin Fan's almost heaven-defying charisma, they no longer cared about the rules.

"No, no, no! I'll call! I'll call!" Hearing he was about to be tied up, Guo Wenhai snapped out of his daze and shouted, trembling.

"Tell him to drag the Liao Family into this. I'm not quite done settling the score from three days ago," Qin Fan said, raising a hand to stop the two soldiers as Guo Wenhai took out his phone. They respectfully retreated.

However, hearing Qin Fan speak so openly, Guo Wenhai felt a sudden panic. He wants me to drag the Liao Family into this? A score from three days ago that isn't settled? Judging by his tone, could this little bastard actually have some dealings with the Liao Family? For a moment, Guo Wenhai wanted to cancel the call before it connected.

But it was too late. Just as the thought arose, a casual voice came through the speaker. "Old Guo, what's up?"

"L-Lord Liao!" Trapped with no way out, Guo Wenhai cried out in terror.

"Trouble?" Hearing Guo Wenhai's unnatural tone, the man on the other end—a third-generation heir of the Liao Family—spoke in a newly somber voice.

"Lord Liao, we have a problem," Guo Wenhai said, his voice low and trembling.

"Speak!"

"Lord Liao, the main branch of the Emperor Hotel has been raided! It looks like military personnel. My entire team is dead! And Mr. Wen from Macau is being tortured by them right now!" He suppressed his overwhelming fear. Daring to speak so forthrightly in front of Qin Fan proved that this "City God of Ningchuan" truly possessed some nerve.

"Did you mention my name?" the Liao heir asked.

"I did! I told them I work for you, but it was no use! They have a hardline stance and told me to call you over!" Guo Wenhai said, shivering with a guilty conscience.

"It didn't work? Ha! This is outrageous! Fine, tell them to wait. I'm on my way!" With that, the line went dead, and a steady dial tone emitted from Guo Wenhai's phone.

「At the same time」

The phone in Qin Fan's pocket began to vibrate. Glancing at the unknown number, Qin Fan seemed to guess who it was. He answered and immediately said, "Old Han?"

"Instructor Qin, it's me, Han Rongguang!" Han Rongguang's voice came over, fraught with anxiety. "Instructor, I heard from my subordinates that you took your team and left the military district. What's going on?"

"It's nothing major. A soldier under my command had a family emergency. I brought the team out to get him some justice. By the way, Old Han, since you called at such a perfect time, I might as well let you watch a good show. Bring that Liao fellow along and come to the Emperor Hotel in Ningchuan," Qin Fan said.

Han Rongguang was utterly flabbergasted by Qin Fan's words. Running off to Ningchuan City to get justice for a soldier's family? What in the world was going on? And bringing that Liao fellow along... did he mean Liao Yuan? What did he have to do with any of this?

Completely baffled, Han Rongguang couldn't make sense of it. But he knew from Qin Fan's tone that he would have to go in person to understand. No longer hesitating, he said, "Alright. I'll go with Old Man Liao."

"Mm," Qin Fan grunted in acknowledgment before hanging up.

At the same time, Tie Niu left the twitching, battered body of Wen Congshu on the floor and walked back to Qin Fan.

"Instructor!"

"What is it?" Qin Fan asked.

Just when all the other soldiers thought Tie Niu would adhere to the rules and stop after venting his rage, his still-savage expression twitched. He looked at Qin Fan and said, "Instructor, I don't want him to have such an easy death."