The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 97 - 95: Start Your Performance!
Qin Fan didn’t comment on Ye Jizu’s "spare the rod, spoil the child" philosophy. With a light chuckle and a shake of his head, he simply took his leave from the Ye Family, turning down their offer to see him off. He then pulled out his phone to call a rideshare.
Just as Qin Fan was heading back, Qiao Xiyuan finished his background check. It would have been better if he hadn’t; the results sent him into an absolute rage. Was the man who had stolen his love not some scion from a powerful family, but a good-for-nothing whose infamous reputation at Qi Middle School was known far and wide? A pushover that everyone could insult and trample on? An outcast from the Qin Family whom no one cared about? At the thought, he went insane, completely consumed by fury.
His rage was so blinding that he overlooked a critical fact: if Qin Fan was truly that worthless, how could he have even entered the Ye Family’s home? How could he have been chatting so amiably with Old Master Ye and the Lingnan Ancestor? Even if the Ye Family were lax about Ye Xuan’s relationships, they would never approve of or even accept such a pathetic coward!
Unwittingly, he had been duped. The informant had failed to mention the major waves Qin Fan had recently been making at school—news that perhaps hadn’t spread beyond the students of Qi Middle School. After all, throughout the school, plenty of people feared Qin Fan, but none respected him—except for Ji Yuchen and Ye Haoyuan.
In his frenzied state, Qiao Xiyuan learned Qin Fan had left the Ye Family and immediately sped toward the urban village. Coincidentally, as he raced along, he shot right past the rideshare Qin Fan was in.
Qin Fan’s Divine Sense, which had grown stronger since he reached the Late Stage of Qi Refinement, allowed him to feel Qiao Xiyuan’s presence as he sped by. Activating his Eyes of Golden Flame, he looked ahead and saw Qiao Xiyuan at the wheel of the Porsche Cayenne, seething with rage. The car was clearly heading for the urban village.
He’s found out my background and wants to play some tricks? Qin Fan scoffed inwardly from the back seat of the rideshare. An unnerving, roguish smirk crept onto his lips. Without giving it another thought, he closed his eyes to rest, a silent smile on his face.
Ten-odd minutes later, Qin Fan stepped out of the rideshare. Sure enough, Qiao Xiyuan was standing across from his house, leaning against his Cayenne and angrily puffing on a cigarette. Constantly looking around, he spotted Qin Fan the moment he appeared and viciously stomped his cigarette out on the ground.
"Qin Fan!" he roared.
"Young Master Qiao, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Qin Fan said, walking toward him with unabashed mockery. "Here to play out some clichéd novel plot? Tell me to be sensible and stay away from Ye Xuan?"
Ignoring Qin Fan’s question, Qiao Xiyuan yanked open the rear door of the Cayenne. "Do you dare get in the car?" he asked, his face like ice.
"Happy to play along," Qin Fan said with a wide, provocative grin, diving right into the car.
This was completely unexpected. Wasn’t he supposed to be useless? A spineless coward? How could he agree so decisively? Qiao Xiyuan was surprised, but with rage still consuming him, he didn’t dwell on it. He let out a cold snort, jumped into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door. Stomping on the accelerator, he sent the Cayenne lurching forward.
After nearly half an hour of silent driving, the Cayenne pulled into a desolate, abandoned vehicle junkyard. "Get out!" Qiao Xiyuan commanded. Grabbing a DV camera and tripod from the passenger seat without a single glance at Qin Fan, he pushed the door open and got out.
"Alright, let the show begin!" Qin Fan said, casually stepping out of the car and gesturing toward Qiao Xiyuan with an open hand.
Qiao Xiyuan took Qin Fan’s composure for the fearlessness of ignorance and sneered dismissively. As a Sharp Knife Soldier of the Southwest Falcons, attacking a high school student was something he would normally find dishonorable and beneath him. But blinded by rage, he no longer cared about such things.
He mounted the DV camera on its tripod and set it to one side. Pointing at Qin Fan, he said, "You asked what it would take for me to be satisfied? I’ll tell you now. Fight me. Let me see if you’re qualified to protect Xuan’er! Don’t worry, I’m not a bully who preys on the weak. I’ll fight you with only one hand and one foot. As for you, feel free to use anything here as a weapon."
"Is this to see if I’m qualified to protect Ye Xuan, or so she can see just how pathetically weak I am in your hands?" Qin Fan scoffed, glancing at the DV camera set up to the side.
With his intentions exposed, a flush of humiliation crept across Qiao Xiyuan’s resolute face. He was embarrassed, but at this point, he didn’t care. He needed to vent, and he needed Ye Xuan to see what a complete loser this guy was.
"Just tell me—do you dare or not!" he snarled, his momentary blush vanishing, replaced by a ferocious glare locked on Qin Fan. "If you still think that’s unfair, fine! I’ll accommodate you even more. I’ll only use one foot!"
Sighing, Qin Fan shook his head in contempt. "Young Master Qiao, oh, Young Master Qiao... I truly pity your negative IQ and EQ. Do you really think that recording a video of me begging for mercy and showing it to Ye Xuan will make her choose you? Kid, don’t be a fool. Go find a reformed prostitute to marry. With your intelligence and emotional maturity, she’s probably the only one who could tolerate you."
Being mocked for his intelligence again and told to marry a prostitute was enough to make Qiao Xiyuan completely snap. He roared, "You piece of trash! Is that ignorant mouth of yours all you have? I’m asking you one last time: do you dare or not!"
"Does it matter if I dare? If I say I won’t fight, would your petty, childish mind let me leave after dragging me all the way out here? Young Master Qiao, I honestly can’t figure out how someone with your IQ could become a Sharp Knife Soldier. Did you use your connections?"
Qin Fan, who rarely bothered with verbal sparring when he could just throw a punch, found himself uncharacteristically taunting Qiao Xiyuan. Perhaps he found his simple-mindedness endearing, or maybe just pitiful. After a devastatingly playful laugh, he shook his head mockingly at Qiao Xiyuan. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"Damn it, you’re asking for death!" The words "use your connections" were the last straw. Like a snake whose tail had been stepped on, Qiao Xiyuan could no longer hold back his explosive rage. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he charged viciously toward Qin Fan. He had said he would only use one foot, and he wouldn’t go back on his word to bully the weak with his full strength. Even though Qin Fan’s provocations had sent him over the edge, he still retained that last shred of a soldier’s honor.
Facing the raging Qiao Xiyuan, Qin Fan remained completely unmoved. "Don’t you want me to fight you willingly?" he said calmly. "Fine. Use both your hands and both your feet, and I’ll fight you."
Mid-charge, Qiao Xiyuan suddenly skidded to a halt. His eyebrows twitched as if he had just heard something utterly inconceivable.
"What did you say?" he demanded.
