The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 216 - 212: There’s Such a Move?

Whether it was the wealthy scions who had come to attend the Qin family's birthday banquet or the local young masters of Jiangzhou, they were all deeply shocked by Qin Fan's sudden, brutal move.

For Jiangzhou's elite, they knew that a cousin of the Qin family uttering such bold words didn't bode well, but they hadn't expected the retribution to be so swift, so fierce, and so sudden.

In contrast, Ma Yunbin and Ye Haoyuan wore knowing smiles. Forget the fact that the idiot dared to say something like that. Just for being a cousin of the Qin family, he deserved to die.

"Mr. Qin, the... the... the betting is with me!" After a brief moment of stupor, Li Dongfu snapped back to his senses. As Ma Yunbin's top lackey in Jiangzhou, he was familiar with Qin Fan by reputation, even if they had never formally met.

"I'm joining the race as a driver," Qin Fan said. "I'm betting on myself. What's the maximum stake?"

"Mr. Qin, this... this is usually just for fun. The stakes are typically only a few million," Li Dongfu replied awkwardly. Indeed, the betting was just to add a bit of excitement to the race; who would bother setting a maximum stake? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"How much have they bet in total?" Qin Fan asked, gesturing with his chin.

"Altogether, a little over 130 million," Li Dongfu replied truthfully.

"Alright, then I'll bet a hundred million on myself." Qin Fan turned to Ye Haoyuan with a smile. "I'm giving you a chance to earn thirty million in pocket change."

Thirty million in pocket change? Ye Haoyuan's face immediately fell. "Idol, my old man was a total cheapskate and only gave me ten million! I can't cover it. How about we give twenty million of the opportunity to Brother Bin?"

"Haha, sounds good! Mr. Qin, let me earn that twenty million so I can go chase some girls!" Ma Yunbin laughed heartily.

Qin Fan nodded in acknowledgment, then looked at Li Dongfu and asked again, "Any problems?"

"No, no problem at all! Whatever you say goes, Mr. Qin! By the way, since you're participating as a driver, which car do you plan on using?" As he spoke, Li Dongfu's eyes glanced toward an Audi R8 and a flashy red BMW Z4. Holy crap, can those cars even race? Doesn't he see the caliber of the vehicles here?

"I'll take the BMW Z4," Qin Fan said, pointing at the car. "If there are no other issues, let's get started. Stop wasting time."

The crowd was stunned. What? The Z4? Holy shit! If he'd chosen the R8, he might have stood a slim chance. But a stock Z4 worth only a few hundred thousand? Is he just trying to give away his money?

Not only the out-of-towners but even the local prodigals frowned. Their modified supercars started at five or six million. How could a measly Z4 possibly have a chance of winning? What a joke! To say Qin Fan is ignorant is one thing, but surely Ma Yunbin and Ye Haoyuan aren't. They can't lack such basic common sense. So why are they going along with this madness? In an instant, everyone was completely bewildered, utterly perplexed as to what Qin Fan was planning.

Given Qin Fan's unyielding attitude, Li Dongfu knew better than to argue. He raised his arm and shouted, "Alright then! Everyone to your positions! The race starts in three minutes! The course runs from here to the bend at the summit of Yandang Mountain and back, for a total of 5,400 meters! Flag girl, get in position!"

At his command, the dozen or so young masters participating in the race climbed into their respective vehicles. They couldn't be bothered to pay any mind to Qin Fan or the cousin he still had pinned under his foot.

"Help... help me..." a feeble voice choked out from the cousin beneath Qin Fan's foot. From the crushing blow and the blood he'd coughed up, he could already feel his breathing becoming labored. He knew that if this continued, he would certainly die here at the foot of Yandang Mountain.

Regret flooded his mind. If he could do it over, he wouldn't have been the one to stick his neck out. He would have gladly shrunk back into the crowd. But in this world, there are no do-overs; his identity as a cousin of the Qin family had doomed him to an inescapable calamity.

THUD!

As the cousin's weak cries for help sounded, Qin Fan lifted the foot pressing on his back and slammed it down once more. With another sickening impact, the man vomited a fresh mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back in his head. In that moment, he thought he could see the figures of Black and White Impermanence floating toward him.

"Die," Qin Fan uttered coldly. Disregarding the man's critical injuries, he lifted his leg and powerfully swept it into the cousin's ribs.

BOOM!

The kick sent the man's hundred-plus-pound body flying high into the air like a kite with a snapped string, slamming into a distant Jeep Wrangler. With a deafening CRASH, the high-end Jeep's frame caved in deeply. The cousin's body dropped to the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably as blood frothed and gurgled from his mouth. It was clear he was taking his last breaths. Death was imminent.

Showing no change in expression, Qin Fan nonchalantly turned, walked back to the BMW Z4, pulled open the door, and got inside.

But just then, several of the local Jiangzhou young masters who were supposed to race suddenly killed their roaring engines and scrambled out of their cars. They rushed over to Li Dongfu, the race organizer, and declared, "Li Dongfu, we forfeit! We admit defeat!"

The statement sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. Forfeit? They're giving up before the race even began?

"Gentlemen, that's against the rules," Li Dongfu frowned. As the organizer, he was now caught in an awkward dilemma. "If you forfeit now, what happens to all the bets placed on you?"

"Forget the stakes! We'll just take the loss!" one of the Jiangzhou masters shouted, and the others, all from the same circle, immediately echoed him.

That Qin cousin looked like he was done for, literally trampled to death by that lunatic Qin Fan. Who knows what else might happen if the race goes on? What if Qin Fan goes berserk on the track? Who can guarantee there won't be another 'accident'? Compared to the money they'd bet, their lives are far more important. They're all from the same circle; who really gives a damn about the stake money at a time like this?

"We also forfeit! We admit defeat!"

Following the unanimous declaration from the Jiangzhou locals, the other racers hastily got out of their cars and announced the same. They stared at the mangled body of the Qin cousin, their eyes filled with utter horror. Killing someone over a slight disagreement... just how fucking crazy is this guy?! Faced with such a maniac, none of them dared to imagine what might happen on the racetrack if they continued. They were scared. Truly and utterly scared.

Li Dongfu was a bit baffled by this turn of events, but he understood the psychology of these prodigals. He nodded, then turned to the many scions who had placed bets. "What do you all think?"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

There wasn't a single voice of opposition. Everyone nodded their heads furiously, like chickens pecking at grain.

Ye Haoyuan, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ma Yunbin, looked completely dumbfounded. "Huh? You can do that?"