The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 621: Chapter 591: It’s Not Your Turn to Kill Her!

"Two months ago, a woman in a shopping mall accidentally stepped on your foot, and you flew into a rage and publicly slapped her three times!

"Three months ago, an old man selling chestnuts accidentally scraped your car with his tricycle. Your driver was so outrageous that he extorted five thousand in compensation, while you watched from the car, completely unmoved!

"Six months ago, a distant relative came to beg you for life-saving money. You drove them away like a dog, simply because you felt those low-status relatives were no longer worthy of appearing in your world!

"A year ago, a young beautician accidentally scalded you because she didn’t adjust the water temperature correctly. You ignored her kneeling pleas and insisted the owner fire her and dock her salary!

"Two years ago, Li Guofu defiled a college student who then filed a lawsuit against him. You, however, hired a team of lawyers and countersued so viciously. The girl couldn’t endure the slander and pressure and ended up taking her own life!

"Three years ago, Bao Qiudong killed someone while driving drunk. You secretly arranged to have the victim’s family threatened, eventually settling the matter for two hundred thousand!

"And these are merely the tip of the iceberg! Mrs. Bo, Bao Qiudong isn’t the only sinner. You are one, too! Tell me, where do you get the audacity to kneel and beg for mercy? Tell me, do you not deserve to die?"

He withdrew his True Qi and Divine Sense, but his fingers still clutched the crown of the noblewoman’s head. He then coldly stated the memories he had just probed with his Divine Sense.

"No, no, no, how do you know? How could you possibly know?"

Once the excruciating pain—as if her very soul were being ripped out—subsided, the noblewoman screamed hysterically as Qin Fan recited every last one of her buried secrets.

"Not only do I know about these, but I also know how rampant your private life has been! Over the years, you’ve slept with more than a handful of pretty boys, haven’t you?" Qin Fan said with a mocking laugh.

Disloyal and unfilial.

Inhumane and unjust!

These words were the perfect description of the noblewoman.

Faced with such a morally depraved woman, putting Bao Qiudong aside for a moment, Qin Fan himself felt compelled to enact justice on Heaven’s behalf!

"What! What did you say?"

However, Bo Xianmin, who had been silent and clutching the sofa, suddenly sprang up at Qin Fan’s last words. His eyes bulged with fury and his veins popped as he bellowed.

For a man of great accomplishment, being betrayed by his own woman meant his dignity was trampled, his character whipped! How could Bo Xianmin, who had always regarded his reputation as paramount, tolerate such a thing? He had heard rumors about the incidents Qin Fan mentioned, but that was just how the world worked. As long as no major lines were crossed, such matters weren’t considered too serious for people of their stature. But betrayal? He didn’t know! If he had known, he would have gone mad long ago!

"Bo, no, no, don’t listen to his nonsense! Don’t listen to him! I didn’t, I didn’t!" the noblewoman screamed, her face a pale mask of desperation in response to Bo Xianmin’s roaring.

But at this point, Bo Xianmin couldn’t care less about her hollow explanations! In this situation, would Qin Fan, who saw them as nothing more than ants, resort to such a scheme to drive a wedge between them? Impossible. There was no need!

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

His facial muscles trembled crazily, and with a sudden roar, Bo Xianmin lunged toward his wife like a madman, completely ignoring Qin Fan’s presence.

He violently clasped the noblewoman’s neck. "How dare you tarnish the honor of the Bo Family! How am I supposed to face our ancestors! How!"

He squeezed each word from between his gritted teeth, his hands crushing her throat without a shred of mercy.

GRIND...

The noblewoman’s eyes bulged, her pupils seeming to push out of their sockets. She swiped weakly at Bo Xianmin with her hands, but it was completely futile.

Bo Xianmin had gone mad. Completely and utterly mad.

If this were any other day, Bo Xianmin would have been furious upon learning of the betrayal, but he wouldn’t have lost his composure like this. After all, status determines everything, and his status would have ensured that he thought twice before acting. But now, his mental state had shattered, utterly collapsing in the desperation Qin Fan had brought upon him. He no longer considered any repercussions. Whether he could escape this catastrophe or not, he knew the Bo Family’s foundation was ruined. Everything he and his ancestors had worked for over the years had been for nothing. In this situation, his only thought was to execute the woman who had betrayed him!

As the noblewoman’s breathing grew more difficult, Bo Xianmin’s face became increasingly loathsome. But before his tightening hands could finally suffocate her, a smirking Qin Fan suddenly kicked out, striking Bo Xianmin’s body with ferocious force.

"You don’t have the right to kill her!" Qin Fan uttered coldly, glancing at Bo Xianmin as he was sent flying, vomiting blood before slamming into the far wall.

The next moment, his grip on the noblewoman’s crown abruptly tightened!

Unlike what had happened to Chen Tiansheng, a terrible scream tore from the noblewoman’s lips. In the blink of an eye, her features contorted, and blood spurted wildly from her seven orifices. As the life drained from her body, Qin Fan released his hand with a blank expression, as if nothing had happened. He then walked toward Bo Xianmin, who lay crumpled at the base of the wall.

"It’s your turn," a voice like that of a Shura echoed softly.

Qin Fan’s eyes narrowed as he raised his foot and stomped down heavily on Bo Xianmin’s chest.

THUD—!!!

The impact thundered through the room, and the ground where Bo Xianmin lay instantly cracked. A mouthful of blood mixed with bits of his internal organs spewed from his mouth. His eyes shot open, and his pupils rapidly constricted.

A once-great man with a limitless future had thus met his end.

Without a second glance at Bo Xianmin, whose eyes remained wide open in death, Qin Fan turned to look at Bao Qiudong, who was convulsing and crawling desperately toward the main entrance.

"Young Master Bao, do you really think you can crawl away?" Qin Fan asked, his voice devoid of any emotion. He simply stood and watched as Bao Qiudong, trembling violently, shuffled forward inch by agonizing inch.

"Don’t kill me!"

"Don’t kill me!"

"Don’t kill me!"

Hearing Qin Fan’s voice behind him, Bao Qiudong’s frantic crawling came to a halt. With snot and tears streaming down his face, he shook his head and cried out. As he cried, he scrambled to turn and face Qin Fan, not daring to lift his head from where he had pressed it deeply against the ground. Terror and despair twisted his features as he wept inconsolably, "Spare my life! Please, I beg you! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Even now, he showed no sorrow for his parents’ deaths, only a selfish, desperate plea to save his own skin.