The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 18: I Said, They’re No Good! (Please add to favorites, asking for recommendation votes!)

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: I Said, They’re No Good! (Please add to favorites, asking for recommendation votes!)

Before Qin Fan could even answer, the man reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. An intense Martial World aura emanated from the fourth Young Master of the Ye Family. Just as he was about to speak again, Qin Fan’s voice turned cold. "Remove your hand!"

Ye Jizu froze in disbelief. Remove your hand? In his nearly forty years of life, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. Instead of flaring up in anger, his surprise gave way to a burgeoning interest in this so-called ’trash of the Qin Family.’

He nodded playfully and lowered his hand, gesturing toward the verdant golf course. "Do you know? I could have leased this entire plot for the Mountain and Water Manor from the Jiangzhou government as industrial land for just over eighty thousand per mu. But I didn’t want the Old Master’s reputation to be sullied on my account, so I acquired this land at the public commercial price of nearly three hundred thousand per mu. We’re talking about a hundred mu in total. Combined with the construction costs, I’ve spent over five billion, all to service the casino here at the Mountain and Water Manor!

"So tell me, under these circumstances, how could I, Ye Jizu, possibly be cheated out of my money in my own casino? A payout of over a hundred million, followed by an all-in bet... Tsk, tsk. Qin Fan, wasn’t it? Where did you get the nerve to pull something like this in my Mountain and Water Manor?"

"I’m not interested in your stories. Get to the point," Qin Fan said with utter disdain, completely unfazed by this absolute magnate who could make the Jiangzhou Underworld tremble with a single stomp.

Beneath Qin Fan’s contemptuous gaze, Ye Jizu’s anger began to smolder. His voice turned icy as he pronounced Qin Fan’s fate. "Leave an eye and a hand, then get out of the Mountain and Water Manor!"

"And what if I say no?" Qin Fan replied, his composure unshaken as a scornful smile bloomed on his fearless face.

"Congratulations. You’ve successfully pissed me off!" A towering rage ignited in Ye Jizu’s chest, and he let out a cold snort. It had been years since anyone had dared to speak to him this way. A teenage outcast of the Qin Family dared to provoke him again and again? Even if he was certain now that Qin Fan had merely been biding his time all these years, it meant nothing to the renowned Jizu of Jiangzhou! Killing intent surged within him.

"With them? And him?" Qin Fan gestured toward Ye Jizu’s guards and a young man who was looking down, playing on his phone.

"More than enough!" Ye Jizu stated coldly, his face an emotionless mask. He then took a step forward.

As he moved, the men in their sharp suits lunged toward Qin Fan.

"Trash," Qin Fan uttered, casually shaking his head with a cold smile. Before they could even reach him, he darted forward, his hands never leaving his trouser pockets. He raised his right leg high and kicked at the knee of the man in the lead.

CRACK!

Without pausing, his body twisted, leaving behind a faint afterimage that Ye Jizu couldn’t even track. To his stunned amazement, barely five seconds passed before howls of agony echoed across the golf course. The elite Ming Energy guard team that Ye Jizu had spent a fortune to assemble had been turned into a team of cripples.

"And you thought you could take my eye and my hand with a bunch of trash like this?" Qin Fan asked, slowly retracting his foot and looking at Ye Jizu with a mocking shake of his head.

"You’re courting death!" the youth who had been playing on his phone suddenly roared. He tossed his phone to the ground, and his right hand shot up to snatch the hat from his head. Unleashing a piercingly cold aura, he flung the hat at Qin Fan.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot. You overestimate yourself." Qin Fan gathered True Qi in his palm. As the hat flew toward him, he waved his hand, sending an invisible blade of condensed True Qi slicing through the air.

RRRIP!

The hat, still two meters from Qin Fan, was split in half and fell silently to the ground.

"Dark Energy Peak!" the young man cried out in alarm, his advancing figure freezing in place.

What? Dark Energy Peak? Hearing the young man’s cry, Ye Jizu’s expression changed drastically.

But Qin Fan had no time to waste on their reactions. With a light push off the ground, he vaulted toward the young man. His bent knee grew rapidly larger in the pupils of the youth, who had forgotten to react. By the time he did, it was too late.

BANG!

A dull thud echoed from within the young man’s body, accompanied by the sickening crack of breaking bones. Struck by Qin Fan’s blow, he was sent flying backward. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, splattering across the green turf in a gruesome display.

And this was with Qin Fan holding back. How could these half-baked martial artists, whose techniques were nothing more than fancy but useless flourishes in his eyes, possibly withstand a single blow from a cultivator at the Qi Refining realm? That would be the joke of the century.

"You... you... who in the world are you?" A deathly pallor spread across Ye Jizu’s face. He gulped, his voice trembling with terror.

His guards, all at the Ming Energy level, were crippled with a few kicks. His top bodyguard, an expert who had just entered the Dark Energy realm, was sent flying by a single knee strike. The force he was so proud of was instantly annihilated, utterly powerless against Qin Fan. Are these really the methods of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old outcast from the Qin Family?

Feeling the formidable aura radiating from Qin Fan, Ye Jizu stumbled backward reflexively. With his status and worldview, he knew all too well what a Dark Energy Peak Martial Artist signified. It was an existence that he—and even the entire Ye Family—could not afford to provoke.

"I told you, relying on them isn’t enough. Heh," Qin Fan said with a harmless smile, watching the panicked state of the man who could stir up storms in Jiangzhou.

Just as he finished speaking, Ye Jizu’s phone began to vibrate violently. He subconsciously fumbled for it with a trembling hand.

"Answer it," Qin Fan said flatly. He bent down, picked up a golf club, and swung at the ball on the ground without even looking.

THWACK!

With a sound like an explosion, the deformed golf ball shot high into the air before landing precisely in a hole dozens of meters away.

Ye Jizu flinched, his entire body trembling as he quickly answered the call. "O-Old Master!" he stammered.

"You disastrous fool!" Ye Congjun’s panicked and urgent voice erupted from the phone. "I’m asking you, is Qin Fan at your Mountain and Water Manor? Did you have him brought to you?!"

"Old Master, how did you know?" Ye Jizu glanced at Qin Fan, his legs shaking as he spoke in shock.

From the sound of Ye Jizu’s voice, Ye Congjun seemed to realize they had already met. His heart pounded in his chest as he clung to a sliver of hope. "Did you have your men lay a hand on him?"

"They... they... they did!" The phone nearly slipped from Ye Jizu’s trembling hand.

"You... you’re courting death!" Ye Congjun bellowed, his voice a mixture of terror and fury.