The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 332 - 323: The Bald Guy in the East District is My Brother!

"What did you say?"

Stunned by Qin Fan's command, the bald man couldn't believe his ears. Did this greenhorn actually dare to tell me to scram? Fucking hell! This is madness!

"Can't you understand me? Scram!" Qin Fan sneered playfully.

With that, he tilted his head back and drained the liquor in his glass. His pleasant trip down memory lane had been violently interrupted, replaced by the image of Jiang Yino's cold expression and her calling him a 'scumbag'. Suddenly, Qin Fan felt an urge to vent, and this bald man had the misfortune of becoming his outlet.

"You little shit, you dare talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who I am?" Furious at being mocked by a kid who looked like he hadn't even finished puberty, the bald man, now resembling an enraged King Kong, shoved the people on either side of him away. "You're asking to die!" he roared coldly.

As the words left his mouth, his thick palm lashed out, brimming with aggression as it flew toward Qin Fan's head.

SLAP!

A crisp sound echoed through the bar.

But the sight that met everyone's eyes wasn't Qin Fan being knocked to the floor. Instead, they saw Qin Fan casually lift a hand and clamp down on the bald man's thick, tattooed forearm.

One man was stocky, the other slim. One was large, the other small. The sudden reversal sent the entire bar into an uproar.

Seeing that a fight was brewing, the blasting dance music screeched to a halt. A dozen bouncers in black suits rushed toward the commotion.

But before they could get close, Qin Fan laughed. "Are you sure you want to mess with me?" he asked the bald man.

"Mess with you? I'll mess you up! Get him!" The bald man, feeling utterly humiliated, roared with a beet-red face. As several of his men sprang into action, Qin Fan scoffed.

"Don't ruin the mood for everyone else. Let's take this outside," he said. As he spoke, his other hand, swift as lightning, shot out and clutched the bald man's neck.

The next second, he lunged forward, dragging the bald man out from under his grip. Like a wire-fu action scene, they vanished outside in a blink, like a pair of shooting stars.

The spectacle left the men and women inside the bar utterly astonished. Who is this guy? Is this a movie shoot?

Unlike the stunned patrons, the bald man's men quickly snapped out of it. "Fuck this! Let's go get him!" they roared. Amidst the shouting, they grabbed beer bottles from the tables and charged outside, faces contorted with rage.

Outside the bar, before Qin Fan could even make a move, the bald man gasped for air and frantically shouted, "Baldy from the East Zone is my brother! You dare touch me?"

"There's no one I don't dare to touch. It's just a matter of whether I want to. Baldy from the East Zone is your brother, right? Fine. Call him. Tell him to bring his men and get revenge for you!" Qin Fan taunted with a wicked grin before his hand swung around and slapped the bald man across the face.

SPIT!

A spray of blood and broken teeth flew from his mouth as the slap sent the big man crashing heavily to the ground.

At that moment, his cronies arrived.

"Get him!" they shouted in unison.

Swinging their bottles, the ferocious-looking young men surrounded Qin Fan, every bit the picture of hopeless street punks.

With a soft chuckle, Qin Fan faced the swinging bottles and darted into their midst with ghostly agility. He flicked his fingers at the incoming bottles.

CLANG!

CLANG, CLANG!

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!

Briefly stunned by Qin Fan's ghostly speed, the thugs hesitated. A moment later, a musical clanging began. By the time they snapped out of their daze, Qin Fan had already slipped out of their encirclement.

At the same time, a chorus of shattering glass erupted. The bottles in their hands had shattered completely, leaving their palms cut and bleeding from the sharp fragments left in their stunned grips.

"What the—!"

"What… what the hell is going on?"

The thugs hardly felt the stinging in their bloody palms. They just stared, dumbfounded, at the sinister young man before them. As if by a shared, unspoken command, they all stopped in their tracks.

He shattered these reinforced bottles just by flicking his fingers? And so completely? How is that possible?! Damn it, who the hell is this kid?

"Get him!" the bald leader bellowed, having just ended his call. His words whistled through his missing teeth, shaking his men from their stupor.

"Fuck it, go!" Under their boss's order, the thugs had no choice, no matter how demonic Qin Fan seemed. The seven of them shook the glass from their hands and, gritting their teeth, charged at Qin Fan again.

Without using his True Qi, Qin Fan's only goal was to vent the gloom in his heart. He met their charge without a flicker of emotion. In the blink of an eye, all the thugs saw was a blur before a delicate palm filled their vision.

There was no time or space to dodge.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

In less than two seconds, seven sharp slaps rang out in rapid succession. An unprecedented heat erupted on the thugs' faces, as if half their skin was being torn off. Along with the searing pain came a dazed confusion, as if they were trapped in an Illusion Realm.

When did he rush in? When did he strike? How did we all get hit in that instant? Uncanny! Terrifyingly uncanny! An uncontrollable feeling of witnessing something paranormal surged through their minds. Shit, did we really run into a ghost?

"How much longer until your reinforcements get here?" Ignoring the bewildered and frightened thugs, Qin Fan walked toward the bald leader and asked with a faint smile.

"You… you, what… what are you?" As someone who hadn't been in the thick of the fight, the bald leader hadn't seen Qin Fan's movements clearly. He stumbled backward, stammering in a panic.

"I told you to scram. Why'd you have to shove your face in here for a beating? Fine. I'll indulge you, since I'm in a bad mood anyway. We'll wait for your men to show up so I can really let off some steam. Don't worry, I won't hit you again. Just sit down nicely on the ground," Qin Fan said, patting the man's shiny bald head.

Fuck me! Listening to Qin Fan's fearless words, an unsettling fear gripped the bald man. Did I really pick a fight with the wrong person? Cold sweat broke out at the thought.

The bald man instinctively reached for his phone to call off his reinforcements. But before he could even lift his hand, headlights flashed around a corner about fifty meters away.

The cavalry had arrived.