The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 606: Chapter 587: Then, let me be your woman!_7

Besides, he was sure Hua Xiaotian wouldn’t be the only one to plead for them.

Qin Fan let out a cold, leisurely laugh, his gaze toward the grand courtyard filled with killing intent.

BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!

Not long after he hung up on Hua Xiaotian, his phone buzzed again. It was a blocked, unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" Qin Fan swiped the screen and answered coolly.

"Hello, Qin Fan. This is Wang Anshi."

In a restricted compound in Beijing, Elder Wang sat at his desk, holding the receiver and smiling gently.

"Wang Anshi? Who are you? Do I know you?" Qin Fan frowned, the name not ringing a bell.

Silence fell on the other end of the line. Elder Wang was stunned.

He doesn’t recognize me? Qin Fan actually doesn’t recognize me? Is he joking?

"You don’t recognize me?" Elder Wang asked after a few seconds, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Should I?" Qin Fan chuckled playfully.

"You have a point. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wang Anshi, and I’m calling from Beijing," Elder Wang said, suppressing a flicker of irritation.

Beijing? Wang Anshi... Wang Anshi...!

That name finally jogged Qin Fan’s memory. After all, it was a name from a distant past—and that was without counting his five hundred years on the Cangqiong Continent. Even in his previous life, Elder Wang had retired from public life back when Qin Fan was still in high school. Considering the vast gulf of time, it was understandable that the name wouldn’t immediately register.

"Ahem, my apologies, Elder Wang," Qin Fan said. "I thought it was a prank call. I never expected it would be you. My mistake."

Although his words carried an apologetic tone, Qin Fan’s expression remained perfectly calm, showing no sign of shock. It was true that Elder Wang’s status could intimidate most people, but this did nothing to faze Qin Fan. On the Cangqiong Continent, even mighty emperors and monarchs had groveled for his favor. With that kind of experience, it would be an overstatement to say a phone call from Wang Anshi could shock him.

Hearing the apology in Qin Fan’s tone, Elder Wang felt the faint anger in his heart dissipate. Even if Qin Fan’s power was heaven-defying, he was still a common citizen. If he were truly trying to provoke him, it would mean he felt no allegiance to Huaxia. In that case, he would have to seriously re-evaluate the threat Qin Fan posed. Fortunately, the apology soothed his temper.

In response to Qin Fan’s apology, Elder Wang nodded to himself and said, "Alright, let’s dispense with the pleasantries. Young Friend Qin, you must know why I’m calling, right?"

"The Bo Family?" Qin Fan sneered, raising an eyebrow without a hint of surprise.

"Correct."

"After midnight, the Bo Family will be destroyed," Qin Fan declared, his tone firm.

"The Bo Family is willing to pay any price," Elder Wang said, shaking his head sorrowfully. "Just state your terms. They won’t refuse anything within their power, no matter what it is!"

"I said, after midnight, the Bo Family will be destroyed. If you’re calling about the Bo Family, that is my answer and only my answer. It is not subject to change," Qin Fan stated, his voice turning icy.

"Is there really no room for discussion? If this can be resolved peacefully, we will owe you a favor," Elder Wang said, his voice tight.

This concession was already beyond his bottom line. It was tantamount to handing Bo Xianmin’s life-saving pardon over to Qin Fan.

Yet, regarding this so-called pardon, Qin Fan simply gave a slow, dismissive smile. "Do you think I need it?"

His question rendered Wang Anshi speechless.

Need it? Does Qin Fan really need it?

Thinking of this, Elder Wang rubbed his temples in frustration. "Name your price," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. "Any condition, as long as this feud can be settled peacefully."

"I will say this one last time. After midnight, the Bo Family will be destroyed. Destroyed!" Suppressing his rising impatience, Qin Fan, a man who had always been decisive, enunciated every word with steely force.

That was his bottom line, his only answer—absolute and irreversible.

Without waiting for Wang Anshi to respond, Qin Fan continued, "Elder Wang, I respect you, and I admire you. You have your duties to consider, but I have my principles. Since Bao Qiudong dared to cross my line and provoke me, he must pay the price for seeking his own death. I won’t deny that I act as I please, but look back at everyone who has died by my hand recently. Was a single one of them an innocent soul?"

Listening to Qin Fan’s reasoning that existed outside the usual rules, Wang Anshi didn’t respond right away, letting the silence hang between them for a dozen seconds while his thoughts raced.

Finally, he asked with difficulty, "Every injustice has a perpetrator, and every debt a debtor. Isn’t Bao Qiudong’s life enough?"

"If it were only Bao Qiudong, that would hardly be paying the price!" Qin Fan retorted. "An untaught son is the father’s failure, and lax discipline is the mother’s error. Bao Qiudong is the principal, but his parents are the interest. The three of them are a family, and not one of them will escape their doom!"

Just as he finished speaking, Qin Fan heard a sound from the bathroom. Yinuo was coming out.

"That’s all," he said hurriedly. "Goodbye."

He immediately hung up and briskly pocketed his phone. A smile returned to his face as he turned around. Just then, Jiang Yino, wrapped in a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom.

"Yinuo," Qin Fan said with a light chuckle, walking toward her as their eyes met.