The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 238 - 234: Survival and Extinction! (1)

The rain had stopped and the wind had calmed. The lights of the villa were still blazing brightly, yet a generation's Gambling King had met his demise in the Netherworld. The goddess, adored and coveted by countless men, had perished tragically—whipped to death, tortured to death.

This outcome might have been a great shock to the elite circles of the Macau Earth Realm, but to those familiar with Qin Fan, it was no surprise at all.

Stepping out of the Li Family's Mountain Villa, Qin Fan looked out at the flashing police lights. Their sirens wailed relentlessly, but in half an hour, they had failed to traverse the less-than-a-kilometer-long road to the villa grounds. It was a testament to the extraordinary power of Lai Zhuge's disorienting Ghost Wall Array.

"Lai Shenxiang, dispel it. Someone has to collect the bodies, after all," Qin Fan said lightly, watching the police cars drive around in circles.

"Yes, Master Qin!"

At Lai Zhuge's assent, his Magic Sword appeared and Talismans flew through the air. Accompanied by the rising Talismanic Fire and Lai Zhuge's murmured spells, the sinister aura faded and the thick fog dissipated in the span of three breaths.

With the Array lifted, the police cars were no longer hindered by mischievous ghosts and swiftly drove into the villa. By the time they entered the premises, however, Qin Fan and Lai Zhuge were already at the foot of the mountain.

「The following day.」

The vibrant city, known worldwide for its gambling industry, was in an uproar. When the news of Li Juncheng and Li Wenxuan's deaths—and the gruesome state of their bodies—spread, the entirety of Macau was in turmoil.

Everyone knew the madman on the cruise ship had given the Gambling King a twenty-four-hour deadline, and everyone knew Li Juncheng had caved to the threat and promised the one hundred billion. Yet the final outcome was such a grisly death?

Countless people were shocked at Qin Fan's lawlessness. How dare he so openly and brutally murder the Gambling King and his daughter in this city? Beyond their shock, they couldn't help but sigh with regret. The illustrious life of the Gambling King had simply vanished. What good was immense wealth? In the end, it all just went to lining someone else's pockets.

While the Macau authorities put on a show of a city-wide manhunt, Qin Fan and Lai Zhuge appeared at the tranquil summit of Mount Dona Maria. Beside them stood Li Yicheng.

If word of this scene got out, it would undoubtedly stir up another storm.

"Tell me, why is there no hatred in your eyes? Don't forget, I'm the one who killed your brother," Qin Fan said indifferently, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood at the summit, overlooking all of Macau.

"Hatred often leads to destruction, and I have no desire to rush to my doom," Li Yicheng said, shaking his head with sorrowful resignation. He seemed to have aged a great deal overnight. "I have my own life, my own family. I'm not foolish enough to fly into a flame like a moth, seeking my own death."

"Then why did you ask me to come here?" Qin Fan smiled, a playful curl on his lips.

"Nominally, I'm the second-in-command of Junlin Corporation, but every shareholder knows that this so-called second-in-command is no different from them. The corporation was his one-man show! Under his suspicion and watchfulness, my position was nothing more than a title for collecting dividends. Now that he's dead, all the shareholders are jockeying for his position, but Junlin Corporation was founded single-handedly by my father. It should rightfully carry the Li Family's mark! I can't just watch it change hands. Next, those shareholders will undoubtedly join forces to oust me before they compete to divide the company among themselves. I know my own limits; I'm no match for them," Li Yicheng said with a sad, bitter smile.

"I don't want to hear your life story. Get to the point," Qin Fan said with a frown.

"I'll give you a hundred billion! You will take up a nominal post at Junlin Corporation. A man's reputation casts a long shadow. As long as your name, Qin Fan, is associated with Junlin Corporation, I believe those veteran shareholders won't dare to act rashly. That will buy me enough time and opportunity to gradually take control of the company," Li Yicheng said, no longer beating around the bush under Qin Fan's direct gaze.

Hearing this, Qin Fan chuckled. He turned slowly and sized up Li Yicheng with a profound gaze. "Second Master, I imagine all of Macau knows by now that I killed your brother. You want me to take a nominal role in Junlin Corporation? Aren't you afraid of being scorned by the world? Heh, that doesn't seem to be your style."

"My reputation? I'm in this position precisely because I cared too much about my reputation! If I keep worrying about such things, I can only watch as the corporation my father built is served up to someone else on a platter. It has come to this, so I can no longer afford to care! As for you being my brother's killer... heh, if he had shown me a little more trust and a little less suspicion, these shareholders would never have had the chance to usurp power. People often say attitude determines fate and character shapes one's life. If his character hadn't been so, perhaps his fate would have been different. But there are no 'ifs' in this world. Now, I don't want to face my father in the afterlife with shame," Li Yicheng said, his expression grave and mournful.

"Alright, I accept. For a hundred billion, you can use the name 'Qin Fan' anywhere you like in the Macau Earth Realm. But I want you to know, I'm agreeing not because of the money, but because I admire you. A wise man adapts to the times. I hope you can maintain a clear and rational mind," Qin Fan said with a meaningful smile after a brief pause.

A clear and rational mind. Spoken under these circumstances, these words were laden with implication.

Li Yicheng was taken aback for a moment. He then shook his head. "As I said, I don't want to be destroyed, nor am I foolish enough to seek my own death."

"Good. Take care of yourself."

Without another word, Qin Fan reached out and patted Li Yicheng on the shoulder. He turned and began to walk away, with Lai Zhuge following closely behind.

Thus, the meeting between the old man, the middle-aged man, and the young man concluded—an exchange that completely defied the conventional boundaries of age and seniority.

Qin Fan left Macau.

However, the storm in the city did not subside with his departure. On the contrary, the news that he had taken a nominal position at Junlin Corporation stirred up even greater waves.

The Li Family had lost Li Juncheng, but Li Yicheng remained. The second master, who had always cared so much for his public image and reputation, now wielded Qin Fan's name as a banner, beginning to subvert his old style of doing things within Junlin Corporation and across all of Macau.

「Back on the mainland.」

Qin Fan did not return home to Jiangzhou. Instead, he and Lai Zhuge, one old and one young, set off toward Dianbai.

According to a message Ye Jizu had sent him the day before, the triennial Martial Arts Conference was being held ahead of schedule. The location was set for Yanjing Ridge, a place that had once nurtured a Jiao Dragon, and the date was just two days away.

Having wanted to test the mettle of the Martial Arts World for some time, Qin Fan would naturally not hesitate at such an opportunity. Since his rebirth into this life, the number of Martial Artists he had actually encountered and fought could be counted on one hand. To be honest, even now, his understanding of Earth's Martial Arts was still quite vague.