He was doused with liquor, threatened, and grabbed by the hair to be slamd into the bar. Scenarios like this had played out many tis with Qin Shuai involved. The difference was that in the past, he had always been the one who was high and mighty, the one enjoying the advantage and humiliating others. But now, he had fallen. The script was familiar, but the roles were reversed.
To think that he, Qin Shuai, the revered Young Master of the Qin family who reigned virtually unchecked throughout Jiangzhou and even the entire Lingnan region, had been bested by a worthless cast-off expelled from his own family? Setting aside whether he could ever get revenge, if word of this got out, his na would be eternally etched on the pillar of sha, a laughingstock for life!
If Ma Yunbin had humiliated him this way, perhaps he could have gritted his teeth and endured it. But Qin Fan? A worthless coward he considered no better than trash was subjecting him to this humiliation?
Endure it? Impossible! That’s a joke!
A roar, fueled by a rage that felt like it would rip his chest open, burst from him. The several scions who followed Qin Shuai’s lead charged at Qin Fan, seething with anger. So swung wine bottles while others hefted round stools to smash down on him.
At the sa ti, the middle-aged man Qin Fan had slapped to the ground earlier belatedly cried out, "Guards!"
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The guards who had been waiting outside surged into the room. But before they could even arrive, a series of agonized howls echoed throughout Seventh Space.
In a flash, Qin Fan gave them a true taste of their own dicine.
Neither Qin Shuai nor the middle-aged man could see his movents clearly. They only perceived a blur before a series of thuds and crashes erupted. Then, the privileged heirs were all lying on the ground, wailing in excruciating pain. Only the shattered remains of wine bottles and the twisted stainless-steel fras of the round stools seed to silently recount what had just transpired. Qin Fan had used their own weapons to take them down!
This... How the fuck is this possible?
Qin Shuai froze completely at the sight. He desperately hoped it was an illusion, but the ceaseless wailing reminded him that it was real. They had truly been taken down by that good-for-nothing with speed and movents they couldn’t even track.
Since when did a coward who only knew how to cover his head and take a beating have this kind of skill? No, no, this can’t be real! This can’t be real!
Amid the stark contrast, Qin Shuai tried to hypnotize himself into disbelief. However, the next wave of howls shattered his self-deception.
Looking up, he saw Qin Fan, hands in his pockets, delivering one fluid, whipping kick after another. Wherever a kick landed, a guard was swept to the ground, howling in agony. In less than seven seconds, not one of the dozen or so guards was left standing. Throughout it all, Qin Fan hadn’t moved a single step from his original spot.
This display of otherworldly martial prowess terrified Qin Shuai to his very core. He was genuinely afraid. Recalling Qin Fan’s earlier arrogant threats, his entire body trembled.
Was his threat baseless? Was it an empty boast? No! If Qin Fan really wanted his life, could he escape right now? No!
Gulping, Qin Shuai pointed a trembling finger at Qin Fan. "You... you... you...!" After the word "you," he couldn’t form any other words.
"Do you know what it feels like to suffocate?" Qin Fan mocked as he sauntered toward him, his voice dripping with contempt.
"What are you doing?! What are you trying to do?!" As Qin Shuai scrambled backward, his heart pounded with an intensity it had never known, and panic flooded his mind.
"Just collecting a little interest. The interest on your punishnt!"
In a sudden lunge, Qin Fan gave Qin Shuai no ti or space to react. He seized Qin Shuai by the throat and lifted him into the air. As his fingers slowly tightened their grip, Qin Fan watched his cousin’s pupils dilate and his face turn deathly pale. His other hand clenched into a fist. Without hesitation, he smashed it down onto Qin Shuai’s left knee.
CRACK!
A crisp, piercing sound erupted from Qin Shuai’s knee as the bone shattered.
"MMMPH!"
Unable to make any other sound while being choked, Qin Shuai’s eyes rolled back as he let out a short, agonized whimper.
Noticing Qin Shuai’s pupils beginning to constrict, Qin Fan abruptly released his grip, hurling him violently to the ground.
"AHH! My leg! My leg! My leg!" Like a drowning man pulled from the water just as he was about to stop breathing, Qin Shuai had been yanked back from the brink of Ghost Gate. But unlike the relief of a survivor, he was consud by the excruciating pain of a shattered knee. Having never endured such physical torture, he began to scream in heart-wrenching agony.
This scene sent a shiver through everyone in Seventh Space, leaving them frozen and fearing for their own safety. The cries of both the spoiled heirs and the security guards had ceased. Their eyes were now fixed on Qin Fan, filled with a singular emotion: terror.
"Don’t worry," Qin Fan said, his cold face devoid of emotion as he looked down at the howling Qin Shuai. "I told you, settling the score between , you, and the Qin family is just getting started. I won’t let you face death so soon. But on one condition: rember what I said. Heh."
With those words, Qin Fan turned and strode toward the middle-aged man.
"No, no, this has nothing to do with ! Nothing to do with !" the man shrieked incoherently, waving his hands frantically as Qin Fan approached.
"I really don’t like you," Qin Fan stated flatly, his expression unmoved. As his words fell, he spun and kicked.
BOOM!
Unable to evade the blow, the middle-aged man’s body doubled over like a shrimp as he flew toward the bar. He smashed hard against it amid the clatter of shattering glasses, letting out a muffled grunt before collapsing to the floor. His face, drained of all color, was contorted in pain as cold sweat beaded on his brow.
Qin Fan’s cold gaze swept across the room once more before he shook his head with a faint smile. Then, with a stylish turn, he walked away.
「Outside.」
The mont Qin Fan stepped out, Ma Yunbin imdiately rushed over. "Master Qin, are you finished?"
"Oh? What’s all this?" Qin Fan replied, gesturing toward a fleet of identical Audi A4s parked by the road. He looked at the dozens of fierce-looking n, feeling sowhat bewildered.
"Master Qin, didn’t you tell to do what I had to do? Tonight, we’re going to trash this Seventh Realm!" Ma Yunbin declared.
Uh...
Slightly taken aback by Ma Yunbin’s interpretation, Qin Fan shook his head helplessly. He decided not to bother correcting the man’s mistake about the club’s na and simply patted his shoulder. "Do as you please. Wreck whatever you want. I’m leaving."
"Yes, sir! A respectful farewell, Master Qin!" Ma Yunbin gave a deferential bow, completely shedding the arrogance expected of a scion from Four-nine City.
At his shout, the dozens of n in identical black T-shirts also bowed as Qin Fan walked toward his Bentley.
"A respectful farewell, Master Qin!" they all shouted in unison.
Qin Fan didn’t say anything in return. He simply smiled, started the engine, and sped off into the night.
As he watched the Bentley disappear from view, Ma Yunbin turned back to face Seventh Space. In an instant, his face darkened, and a sinister glint appeared in his cold eyes.
Now *this* was the proper air of a scion from Four-nine City, even if he was just a second-tier playboy—and one exiled by his family at that.
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