The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 85 - 84: 10 Minutes! (Please vote! Please favorite!)

He paid her no attention, offering no response. As if he hadn’t heard a thing, Qin Fan’s posture remained unchanged. But his indifference didn’t mean she was willing to give up. Gazing at Qin Fan’s handsome face, which held an indescribable charm, the inebriated woman smiled seductively. She moved directly toward the sofa, and with a twist of her delicate body, she pressed herself against him. The light, enticing fragrance of her perfume, mixed with the smell of alcohol, wafted over to Qin Fan.

Turning her head slightly, she repeated, "Hey, little brother, how about buying your big sister a drink?"

Just as she was about to employ her ultimate trick, Qin Fan finally spoke, his voice exceptionally cold and indifferent.

"Scram!"

Scram? The woman trembled in disbelief. Frozen in place, she stammered, "Little brother, what did you say?"

"Drink as much as you want from the table. When you’re done, scram," Qin Fan repeated expressionlessly, his posture unchanged.

"I’m sorry to have disturbed you!"

Hearing Qin Fan’s tone and words, which were completely at odds with his youthful appearance, the woman felt an inexplicable sense of intimidation. The alcohol seemed to wear off considerably. After her apology, she quickly scurried down the steps in her high heels.

At a nearby booth, several other flamboyantly dressed women who had witnessed the entire scene wore expressions of disbelief.

"Yunyun’s seduction actually failed?"

"What the hell, has Yunyun lost her touch or something? She can’t even handle a teenage brat?"

"That guy didn’t even seem to open his eyes from start to finish. What’s his deal?"

"That’s not how you act profound and world-weary, is it? Forget it, I’m going to give it a shot!"

Amidst their exclamations of shock, the last woman to speak walked over.

"What a freak!" the woman named Yunyun said with a bitter smile to her approaching friend.

"Watch me!" her friend replied with a mischievous smile, winking slyly before quickly heading towards Qin Fan’s booth.

However, she could never have imagined that even from several meters away, and over the deafening electronic music, Qin Fan had heard every single word of their conversation.

Just as she was about to step onto the booth’s platform, Qin Fan put down his wine glass and opened his eyes. "Don’t test my patience."

"Little brother, why would you say something like that?" the woman said, boldly ascending the steps and sitting down next to Qin Fan. She propped her elbow on his shoulder and smiled. "How about you chat with your big sister for a while?"

"I’m not interested in you. Scram!" Qin Fan said coldly, pushing her away.

"You little bastard, you—"

Before the woman, red-faced with humiliation, could finish, Qin Fan interrupted, "If you don’t scram now, you won’t be able to even if you want to later!"

As he spoke, a playful smile appeared on his face. Under the cover of his Divine Sense, he had distinctly sensed a commotion outside the nightclub.

Just as he finished speaking, before the woman could grasp what was happening, a twelve-seater Jinbei van and several SUVs screeched to a stop outside. A dozen or so men immediately swarmed into the nightclub.

Seeing the commotion, Ma Yunbin, who had been fondling a pretty girl on the dance floor, looked grim. He immediately pushed her away and hurried back to their booth in just a few steps.

"Boss Qin!"

"Here they come. The show is about to begin," Qin Fan said with a smile, making a calming gesture with his hand.

Boss Qin? The woman Qin Fan had just pushed away was dumbfounded. A young man who’s obviously older and carries himself with more presence is respectfully calling him Boss Qin? Who on earth are these two?

Before she could ponder it, the dozen or so men who had burst into the nightclub immediately surrounded Qin Fan’s booth.

From within the circle of men, a flamboyant woman emerged from behind a middle-aged man and pointed at Qin Fan and Ma Yunbin. "Blackie, that’s them! They’re the bastards who beat up Brother Wolf and his guys!"

Upon seeing the flamboyant woman, Ma Yunbin roared with humiliation and rage, "Damn it, you fucking dared to set me up!"

"Young Master Ma, you’re not picky at all, are you? You could actually stomach *that*?" Qin Fan smirked mockingly.

It wasn’t that the woman was ugly, but she had an overly cheap and worldly air about her.

"COUGH, COUGH. Boss Qin! It was a special situation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given her a second look even if she paid me a million!" Hearing Qin Fan’s words, Ma Yunbin’s anger faded, replaced by boundless embarrassment.

"You’ll get yourself killed over a woman one day. Heh," Qin Fan said noncommittally.

This rapid exchange left Zhong Litong, the woman Qin Fan had pushed away, utterly shocked.

Only now did she finally understand what Qin Fan had meant when he said she wouldn’t be able to scram later if she didn’t scram now! If she were mistaken for being with Qin Fan, how could she possibly escape? That was Blackie, the infamous Blackie of Shuidong, standing right there! The thought made her panic, and she deeply regretted wading into these muddy waters.

In her panic, she began to tiptoe gingerly to the side, desperate to escape the vortex.

Seeing Zhong Litong’s movements, the flamboyant woman who had snared Ma Yunbin in a honeytrap shouted, "Blackie, she’s trying to run!"

Nearby, several of Zhong Litong’s friends, who had been incredibly anxious about her predicament, heard the shout. A chill shot through their hearts, and their faces turned deathly pale with panic.

"Run? You think you can get away? Come on, grab all these outsiders for me! Including this woman!" As Blackie pointed at Zhong Litong, he glimpsed her delicate beauty, and a sinister gleam appeared in his eyes.