The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 295 - 289: Child, Live Well! _2

As he placed his palm on Cui Ru's crown, he closed his eyes. He pressed down gently, then applied a bit more force. His Divine Sense instantly began to probe a particular memory in Cui Ru's mind. Without hesitation, he delved deeper. His brow twitched, and with another forceful push, the memory—one that would have robbed Cui Ru of her will to live—was completely erased.

Pursing his lips with a sigh, Qin Fan released his hand. When he looked again, the sleeping Cui Ru appeared profoundly serene. The pain and despair that had twisted her features were completely gone.

Staring at her simple yet innocent face, Qin Fan whispered, Live well, child. Good luck.

He then stood up from the bedside and walked out.

"Instructor!" The moment Tie Niu saw Qin Fan emerge, he called out, his voice trembling.

"It's alright now," Qin Fan said, his jaw clenching. "Tie Niu, get a room and make sure your sister is settled. Stay by her side until she wakes up. As for your revenge, I'll handle it for you! Everyone else, with me!"

"Instructor, I want to go too!" Tie Niu looked conflicted. He wanted to stay with his sister but was more eager to get revenge with his own hands.

"Are you sure?" Qin Fan asked, pausing to frown at him.

After a moment of visible struggle, Tie Niu gritted his teeth and replied firmly, "I'm sure!"

"Alright, then come along. She won't wake up for a while anyway," Qin Fan declared.

"Yes, Instructor! I'll go book the room now!" Tie Niu replied, his face contorting with fury as he dashed toward the elevator.

After Tie Niu had settled Cui Ru, a formidable group of more than a dozen people strode out of the elevator and into the first-floor lobby. The already on-edge lobby manager broke into a cold sweat and hurried over to Qin Fan with a sycophantic smile. "Sir, what exactly happened?"

"Pull up last night's surveillance footage," Qin Fan said, glancing at the manager dismissively as he walked toward the front desk.

"Quickly, get last night's surveillance!" Although he didn't know what they were planning, the manager immediately shouted to the front desk staff. He had been skeptical of the group's identity, but after stepping outside and seeing the military vehicles, all his doubts vanished.

"Fast-forward at the highest speed," Qin Fan ordered, standing by the computer and looking at the lobby surveillance feed.

"The highest speed?" the receptionist asked, startled. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Yes," Qin Fan confirmed.

With a slight tremble in her hands, the receptionist mumbled an affirmation and began playing the footage, skipping frames at the fastest possible rate.

"Stop!" Qin Fan shouted two minutes later.

CLATTER!

Startled by his sudden shout, the receptionist nearly knocked over the keyboard. She fumbled to hit the pause button.

"Zoom in on that image," Qin Fan commanded coldly, staring at the frozen frame.

The image clearly showed an unconscious Cui Ru being held up by a man.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Beside Qin Fan, the sound of knuckles cracking echoed. Tie Niu's hands were clenched into tight fists, his face a mask of violent rage. Still, he managed to suppress the urge to explode.

"You, come here," Qin Fan said, pointing at the lobby manager once the man's face was magnified.

"Wh-what is it?" The manager hurried over, not daring to hesitate.

"Do you recognize this bastard?" Qin Fan demanded, grabbing the manager and pulling him in front of the monitor.

The middle-aged man panicked and quickly focused on the screen. Upon seeing the face, his eyes widened in shock. "That... isn't that the esteemed guest from Macau staying at the hotel across the street? I heard he was negotiating with 'Guo the City God' from over there to monopolize Ningchuan's entire hotel industry. Why... why would he be getting a room at our hotel?"

The lobby manager hurriedly explained, "'Guo the City God's' real name is Guo Wenhai. His influence here in Ningchuan is so immense that people call him that privately! Sir, that's all I know. I only know that this man is Guo Wenhai's esteemed guest from Macau, but I have no idea what his name is or where he is now. That's way above my pay grade!"

Guo Wenhai? An esteemed guest from Macau? Hearing this, Qin Fan gave a grim nod.

He didn't dwell on it. Waving to his soldiers, he ordered, "All of you, come here and get a good look at this scumbag!"

"Yes, Instructor!" they responded in unison.

The soldiers crowded around the monitor, their eyes locked on the man in the picture.

"Have you all memorized his face?" Qin Fan asked after five seconds.

"Yes, Instructor!" the dozen or so men replied loudly, looking up at him.

Although they didn't know exactly what had happened, Qin Fan's attitude, the scene in Room 1804, Tie Niu's frenzied state, and the paused image on the screen gave them a very clear idea. In an instant, their faces hardened with cold ferocity.

Tie Niu's sister was their sister.

"Good. If you've memorized it, then follow me," Qin Fan commanded coldly, his face an emotionless mask. He spun on his heel and strode toward the main entrance.

The soldiers followed close behind, a murderous aura emanating from all of them, especially Tie Niu, whose rage was overwhelming.

In the Emperor Hotel, just across the street from the Ningchuan Grand Hotel, a dozen or so soldiers rushed in. Seeing their terrifyingly fierce expressions, the security guards immediately moved to surround them. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're here to tear this place apart!" Qin Fan roared, sending the security guard in front of him sprawling with a vicious slap. "Smash it! If anyone gets in your way, knock them the hell down! Don't hesitate for a second. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up! Now drag that 'City God' out here for me!"

"Yes, sir!" Tie Niu roared hysterically, snapping a salute to Qin Fan. At that moment, his eyes welled with tears. A look of profound gratitude cut through his rugged, furious expression.

Gritting his teeth, he dispensed with any further sentimentality. He spun around and sent a guard who was swinging an electric baton flying with a powerful kick.

"Motherfucker! They're here to make trouble! Get 'em! Fuck 'em up!"

Qin Fan's slap and Tie Niu's kick ignited the chaos. Backed by Guo Wenhai, the security guards paid no mind to the military training uniforms. With furious roars, they all charged at the soldiers.

However, against these seventeen soldiers, the so-called hotel enforcers weren't even worthy of being called cannon fodder.

In less than ten seconds, the twenty-odd security guards who had rushed forward were all lying on the ground. The sickening cracks and thuds that had echoed through the lobby were a testament to their severe injuries. For a group of soldiers whose rage had boiled over, mercy was non-existent. The fact that none of them were beaten to death was a stroke of incredible luck.

"Smash it," Qin Fan commanded coldly, his hands in his pockets, after the guards had been dealt with.

The next moment, a symphony of destruction erupted. Anything and everything in sight was systematically demolished.

"You... you're insane! Do you know whose territory this is? This belongs to Director Guo of Ningchuan, Guo the City God! You're asking for death! You're courting death!" Amidst the spreading screams, a young woman in an office suit with a manager's nameplate on her chest ran out, pointing at the soldiers and screaming threats.

"Noisy," Qin Fan remarked, glancing at her without a shred of pity. "Slap her. Knock her down."

At his word, Tie Niu spun around and leaped high into the air. His calloused palm swung down ruthlessly on the female manager.

SLAP!

With a single strike, the graceful manager was sent sprawling to the floor.

"Smash your way up, floor by floor! Don't spare a single room!" Qin Fan barked, ignoring the manager's wretched sobs from the ground. He scanned the nearly obliterated hotel lobby and sneered. "I want to see just how mighty this 'Lord City God' really is! Let's see how long he can stand this!"