He Zhenjiang, He Haolin, Zhou Yihang, Qin Shuai.
When Tao Yuan recited these nas one by one, He Xunting’s eyes widened and he froze, as if struck by lightning.
What does Tao Yuan an by this? Is he implying that the person who hurt Yixin is the sa mastermind behind those other incidents?
Thinking this, the usually astute and smooth-talking He Xunting found his lips trembling with fear. "Principal... Principal Tao, what... what are you trying to say?"
"I’ve said what can and should be said. As for what it all ans, you’ll have to figure that out yourself," Tao Yuan said, waving his hand dismissively. "Don’t even think about seeking justice for your son. He brought this upon himself. To put it bluntly, he was courting death. If you don’t want to beco the next Zhou Yihang, you’ll stand down, go ho, and teach your son how to behave! Of course, if you’re not afraid, you can always try flashing the weight of those fancy titles of yours around!"
I truly don’t get it. The college entrance exam is so close you can count the days on your fingers. Why is all this trouble stirring up at the last minute? Is it really that hard to just stay quiet for a while? If it weren’t for the fact that Qin Fan really did throw He Yixin from the seventh floor, I probably would have kicked He Xunting out by now with my short temper! A People’s Congress representative? President of the Chamber of Comrce? A Hurun Rich Lister? In my eyes, those are nothing but empty titles! Does that make him soone important? They’re not worth a damn!
"Thank you, Principal Tao!" He Xunting said earnestly after a full half-minute of silence, bowing with his hands clasped.
"If you understand, then get lost! Don’t stand here flaunting your so-called power, which is utterly laughable to !" Tao Yuan waved his hand impatiently. "I may have been demoted to be a lousy principal in Jiangzhou, but dealing with you would be an effortless task. Now, out of consideration for your paternal anxiety, hurry up and scram!"
"My apologies for the disturbance, Principal Tao!"
With that, a cold sweat breaking out on his back, He Xunting hastily departed.
「At the sa ti, at the Qin family estate in Jiangzhou.」
The butler hurried into the main hall holding a printed report. He handed it to Old Master Qin, who was sitting grimly in a Taishi Chair. "Master, this is the recent information on Qin Fan."
"Recent? What’s the ti fra?" Old Master Qin asked, taking the stack of A4 paper, which was several pages thick.
"The last month or two," Butler Afu replied. "There was nothing noteworthy in the data from before that, so I didn’t print it. But the past couple of months have been drastically different. Master, you should take a look."
This many pages for just a couple of months of activity? Hearing Afu’s serious tone and seeing his grave expression, Old Master Qin knitted his brows and began to flip through the papers.
With each page he read, the shock on his face deepened. By the ti he finished, he was staring with bulging eyes, completely dumbfounded. His face was a mask of utter disbelief.
"Grandpa, what is it?" Qin Moran, sitting beside him, exclaid in alarm when she saw his expression.
But Old Master Qin seed not to hear her, his stunned silence unbroken.
Seeing this, Qin Moran frowned and took the docunts from her grandfather’s hands. She shouldn’t have looked. The mont she did, her expression changed completely, and her face drained of all color.
"How... how is this possible? Uncle Fu, are you certain this information is correct?" she cried out, lifting her shocked eyes to Butler Afu.
"I am certain, Miss," Butler Afu said solemnly. "The Qin family’s intelligence network is extrely mature. It is not possible for it to make such a mistake. Considering Qin Fan’s recent behavior, this information must be the source of his confidence."
Hearing this, Qin Moran imdiately lowered her head and began poring over the docunts again, as if determined not to miss a single punctuation mark.
Winning one billion at the Mountain and Water Manor.
Killing Zhao Yuhao, Ye Jizu’s top henchman, right in front of him.
Ye Jizu’s iconic Bentley becoming Qin Fan’s personal car.
An undefined, special relationship with Old Master Ye.
eting and winning the loyalty of Ma Yunbin.
The death of He Haolin and the downfall of He Zhenjiang were very likely orchestrated by him.
The fate of Zhou Yihang and his daughter was directed by him.
The deferential respect shown by Zhuge, and the details of the exchange at the Lingnan Geomancy Association.
Most of what Qin Fan had experienced recently was detailed on these pages.
Is this really Qin Fan? Are they sure they investigated the right person? Could his abilities have truly reached this level so suddenly?
The executions of Zhan Long and Lan Tianchun, the dragon slaying at Yanjing Ridge, and the annihilation of the Bai Clan were the only things that remained unknown. Otherwise, their shock would have been truly unfathomable.
"Uncle Fu, what do these blank sections an?" Qin Moran asked quickly, pointing to an empty space as she flipped through the report again.
"Miss, those blank sections represent periods when Qin Fan seemingly vanished from the human world," Butler Afu explained. "Our intelligence network was unable to track his whereabouts or activities during those tis."
"Vanished? For half a month? This... this is—!"
The unknown often equates to mystery, and when a potential enemy reveals such a mysterious side, it often gives birth to fear. Yes, at this very mont, what Qin Moran felt was terror. The fact that even the Qin family’s intelligence network couldn’t find a single clue about his whereabouts for a full half-month filled her with a profound and unsettling dread.
"Ye Jizu, Ye Congjun, Ma Yunbin, Zhuge... To think that figures who could threaten the Qin family at any mont are now bowing and scraping to a teenager," Old Master Qin suddenly said, a hint of panic in his voice. "How ridiculous! How terrifying! And what’s even more ridiculous and terrifying is that this child is the outcast I personally drove from our family! Qin Fan, is this your eruption after more than a decade of lying dormant?"
He knew all too well what this ant. He was also certain that Qin Fan would never give up on his revenge against the Qin family. The matter with Qin Shuai, along with Qin Jun and his wife... perhaps that had been the signal, the signal to begin his revenge.
The Qin family is about to face a disaster! The thought suddenly struck Old Master Qin.
"This... Grandpa, how could Qin Fan... The information must be wrong! It has to be! Uncle Fu, go investigate yourself, personally!" Although she had no personal feud with Qin Fan’s family, as a mber of the Qin family, how could Qin Moran be blind to the storm that was gathering? If Qin Fan was truly as powerful as the report suggested, would he ever give up on getting revenge? Would he ever let go of the years of humiliation he suffered at their hands?
No! If I were in his shoes, there’s no way I could ever let go of the past!
At that thought, she panicked.
"There’s no need to investigate," Old Master Qin said, raising his hand in a weary, resigned gesture.
"Grandfather—!"
"Moran..." The Old Master’s words were punctuated by a series of dry coughs. "Send word imdiately. From now on, every mber of the Qin family’s younger generation is to avoid Qin Fan on sight. No exceptions!" He finished the sentence between ragged, intermittent coughs.
Having spoken, he stood up, trembling, and leaned on his cane. He stared out the main gate, a self-mocking sneer on his face. "I am a sinner... a sinner against the Qin family!"
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