Qin Fan woke up in the luxurious villa, and after a quick wash, he made his way downstairs into the spacious main hall. The temporary butler assigned to the house approached with a sleek black card in hand and handed it over respectfully.
Qin Fan instinctively thought it was the five hundred million cash flow card that Cheng Rui had promised, but when he glanced at the lettering on the card, he realized it was actually a VIP mbership card from a five-star hotel.
“Mr. Qin,” the butler explained with a slight bow, “President Cheng asked to let you know that it’ll take a little ti to mobilize five hundred million in cash flow, and she hopes you’ll understand. In the anti, this is an exclusive hotel mbership card. You can dine there anyti you like, no charge.”
Qin Fan nodded calmly, not the least bit upset. In fact, he was impressed by how considerate Cheng Rui was and didn’t see this as her trying to delay anything on purpose. After all, five hundred million wasn’t a small number, and naturally, it would take so ti to process.
Seeing that he was about to head out, the butler imdiately went to inform the driver to ready the car.
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Elsewhere, in the dining hall of a hotel, Wang Haoran and Zhen Shuai were having breakfast.
Zhen Shuai barely touched his food as he was still sour over what happened last night, while Wang Haoran, despite a sowhat exhausting night himself, ate with a hearty appetite, replenishing his energy.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Glancing at the screen and seeing Cheng Rui’s na, Wang Haoran quickly picked up the call.
“I’ve temporarily taken care of Qin Fan’s lodging, transport, and food,” Cheng Rui said smoothly. “I haven’t given him any cash, though. Is that okay?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” Wang Haoran replied without hesitation. Cheng Rui had always been thoughtful and detail-oriented—he trusted her to handle things well.
“So… what are you up to now?” she asked in a lighter tone, clearly wanting to chat a bit more.
“Eating breakfast.”
“What a coincidence! too.” She laughed softly over the phone, her voice warm. “So, what are you eating?”
“I’m—” Wang Haoran just opened his mouth to respond when he suddenly noticed sothing strange about Zhen Shuai’s expression.
The guy was staring with a fuming face toward the restaurant entrance.
Wang Haoran followed his gaze—and there he saw Qin Fan.
“I’ve got sothing to deal with. Talk later,” Wang Haoran said quickly and hung up, unaware of how Cheng Rui’s face had dropped on the other end, thinking he just wasn’t interested in talking to her.
“That’s the little punk who slapped !” Zhen Shuai growled, pointing furiously at Qin Fan as he entered the restaurant.
“Calm down. I’ll take care of him,” Wang Haoran said to soothe him, while internally trying to suppress the headache forming.
Without wasting another second, he connected with the system to pull up Qin Fan’s stats.
【Protagonist: Qin Fan】
【Combat Power: 16726】
【Charm: 87】
【Protagonist Halo: 11308】
【Skill – Golden Finger: God-tier Disciple System】
【Description: The host has already mastered ninety-nine god-tier abilities, including ancient martial arts, advanced dical skills, fortune-telling, feng shui, and more.】
【Main Quest: Train ninety-nine disciples capable of influencing the world — Completed】
Wang Haoran stared at the panel in disbelief a he sucked in a cold breath.
His own combat value was just 4736.
Qin Fan’s number was 16726, which was more than triple his own.
And those 99 god tier skills weren’t just for show. Every one of them can overturn fate. This guy was practically invincible.
With that realization, Wang Haoran imdiately checked how many Villain Points he had left.
【Villain Points: 160600】
Over 160,000. Enough to make so serious upgrades.
Without hesitation, he spent 100,000 points to purchase another hundred years’ worth of true energy, stacking on top of his existing hundred years.
The exchange rate was 1,000 points per year of true energy.
When the trade was completed, his Villain Points plumted and he was instantly down by 100,000.
Wang Haoran winced. That hurts.
He checked his combat value again.
From 4736, it only rose to 9236.
“Damn it!”
Only that much for such a huge price?
Doing the math, if 100,000 points raised it by about 4500, then reaching Qin Fan’s level would cost him another 180,000 points just to match him.
And if he wanted to defeat Qin Fan outright, he would need at least 200,000 Villain Points.
But he only had 60,000 left. Which ant he still needed 140,000 more.
Even just thinking about it made Wang Haoran feel like collapsing.
Across the room, Qin Fan suddenly looked in their direction, seemingly sensing their gaze.
He also ca for breakfast.
The dining area was nearly full, and the only available seat left happened to be at the table right next to Wang Haoran and Zhen Shuai.
Without hesitation, Qin Fan walked straight over and sat down nearby, completely relaxed.
Zhen Shuai narrowed his eyes and leaned in to whisper, “Haoran, call the guys now. Don’t let him get away.”
Wang Haoran gave him a cold side-eye, itching to smash his breakfast plate over this idiot’s head.
Because right as Zhen Shuai said that, he saw Qin Fan’s ear twitch slightly.
Clearly, he heard it.
And worse, Qin Fan turned to glance at him—his eyes filled with a subtle but unmistakable hostility.
That one look confird it.
Thanks to this idiot’s loud mouth, Qin Fan now had him on the list, too.
Wang Haoran knew for a fact that in a direct fight, he wouldn’t last even a few seconds against Qin Fan.
Poisoning wouldn’t work either, as Qin Fan had god-tier dical skills. If he tried anything reckless and Qin Fan noticed, he was as good as dead.
Fortunately, Wang Haoran was prepared. Keeping a calm face, he took out his phone and composed a ssage right in front of Qin Fan.
“Sis, want to grab breakfast? My treat.”
A reply ca instantly.
“Where?”
Wang Haoran sent his location and waited.
Zhen Shuai, sitting across from him, couldn’t see what he was typing. He just assud Wang Haoran was calling in reinforcents and imdiately got excited. He stared daggers at Qin Fan like he was already avenging himself.
Qin Fan, anwhile, didn’t react at all. He calmly waved over a server and began ordering breakfast.
Ti passed quickly.
Qin Fan finished eating, stood up, and walked to the counter. He handed over the VIP card and prepared to leave.
Zhen Shuai panicked, afraid the guy might run off, and yelled across the room, “Hey! You think you’re so kind of badass? Don’t walk away if you’ve got guts!”
Wang Haoran looked at him like he was brain-dead. This guy was practically digging his own grave and trying to drag him in, too.
Qin Fan was ready to leave, but that sentence made him pause.
He turned around and slowly walked over to their table, his expression cold and sharp.
“Didn’t I slap you hard enough last ti? Still haven’t learned your lesson?” he said, looking at Zhen Shuai like he was a bug.
“This ti’s different!” Zhen Shuai shot back, filled with false confidence. “My cousin Haoran called for backup. If you’re a real man, don’t even think about running!”
Qin Fan raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze toward Wang Haoran.
Wang Haoran shot a glare at Zhen Shuai, genuinely tempted to stab this fool with a fork a dozen tis. Not only was he adding fuel to the fire, but he also dragged Qin Fan’s attention right onto him.
“You feeling brave too?” Qin Fan looked directly at Wang Haoran, his voice low and dangerous.
“Don’t think just because you know how to fight, you can act like a thug,” Wang Haoran answered without flinching. “I’ve already called my sister. She’s on her way, and she’s not soone you can ss with. You’d better pray when she shows up.”
Because with his x-ray vision, Wang Haoran had already seen it—his trump card had arrived.
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