The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 622: Chapter 592: Lawless!

His cold gaze looked down on him as if he were an insignificant ant whose death meant nothing.

Qin Fan opened his mouth and commanded coldly, "Come here!"

"No, no, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!" Hearing these two words, which sounded like a death warrant, Bao Qiudong shook his head violently and screamed.

At this point, he no longer had any doubt about Qin Fan’s murderous intent. Of his family of three, only he remained. He didn’t believe for a second that Qin Fan would show mercy and let him go. After all, he was the main culprit.

"I told you to come here!" Qin Fan’s voice was an icy rasp as he gritted his teeth.

"No, I don’t want to! I don’t want to!" Shaking his head, Bao Qiudong continued his futile mental struggle.

"Come here!" Qin Fan barked impatiently, stomping his foot on the floor.

BOOM—!

In an instant, cracks spiderwebbed out from his footprint, spreading throughout the entire room. Amid the deafening crash, not a single spot of the hundred-square-meter floor remained intact.

This stomp didn’t just shatter the floor; it shattered Bao Qiudong’s very soul.

"WAAAH—!"

Feeling the ground cracking and splintering beneath him, Bao Qiudong could no longer contain his mental breakdown and let out a wretched howl. But even as he howled, his limbs began to crawl toward Qin Fan on their own accord. It was an unconscious, instinctual movement.

"Stand up!" Qin Fan ordered coldly before Bao Qiudong could reach him.

His body scraped to a halt against the cracked floor. Amid miserable sobs, Bao Qiudong slowly and painfully struggled to his feet.

THUD!

He had barely raised himself a few dozen centimeters when his legs, limp and unable to support his weight, gave out completely. His body collapsed heavily back onto the ground.

BANG!

Dust and debris flew up from the cracks in the floor.

"Continue," Qin Fan commanded, ignoring his plight.

THUD! BANG! THUD! BANG!

Left with no other choice, Bao Qiudong fell and scrambled back up, again and again. He fell a total of seven times before he finally managed to stand, his body swaying precariously.

But before he could utter a single word, the moment he was upright, Qin Fan’s face turned chillingly cold as he lunged forward and clamped a hand around his neck. Without another word, he strode toward the balcony.

Held aloft by his throat, Bao Qiudong seemed to understand the fate that awaited him. His bulging eyes filled with boundless despair. He wanted to struggle, to flail one last time, but his body had long been hollowed out by fear. How could he possibly have any strength left? Other than the strangled, choked noises escaping his throat, he was utterly powerless.

Upon reaching the balcony, Qin Fan suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look at Bao Qiudong, who was so terrified he barely looked human anymore. "When Heaven sends a calamity, you may yet survive. When you bring it upon yourself, there is no escape," he said slowly. "Rest in peace, Young Master Bao."

As his words faded, the hand holding Bao Qiudong swung outward.

"NO!!!"

"NO!!!"

"NO!!!"

As if granted a final burst of life, the moment Qin Fan threw him, Bao Qiudong was freed from the brink of suffocation and let out a heart-wrenching roar that shook the entire residential compound.

A final, dying roar.

At this sound, the entire compound was jolted awake. Even those who were already asleep were shocked from their dreams.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

In an instant, countless people rushed out onto their balconies, all looking in the direction of the Bo Family’s home.

BOOM!!!

A sickening thud echoed from below, and then there was only silence. On the ground outside the Bo Family’s unit, Bao Qiudong lay in a growing pool of blood, a gruesome splatter of red and white matter spread across the pavement. He was as dead as one could be.

"AHHH!!!"

The women and children who had run out reflexively screamed uncontrollably at the sight of Bao Qiudong’s mangled corpse. At that moment, the entire compound was plunged into an indescribable atmosphere of horror.

On the Bo Family’s balcony, Qin Fan ignored the screams. Disregarding the risk of exposing his abilities to the dozens of watching eyes, he leaped directly from the ninth-floor balcony, provoking another round of shrieks from those who didn’t understand what they were seeing.

After landing smoothly, he didn’t linger.

Turning his back to Bao Qiudong’s cooling corpse, he coldly channeled his True Qi and shouted, his voice thundering through the night, "Whoever touches my, Qin Fan’s, scales shall die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire compound began to echo eerily with his words. In the open air, where sound should have dissipated, a chilling echo reverberated, refusing to fade and penetrating deep into the hearts of all who heard it.

Everyone was stunned, completely frozen.

Inside the compound, men and women, young and old, all stood paralyzed by the demonic echo.

Whoever defies the heavenly might of Qin Fan shall die!

These words hammered at their souls. When they finally regained their senses, they found the hair on their bodies standing on end. A cold sweat, born of sheer exhaustion, had unknowingly drenched them from head to toe.

Was that just a voice? A single voice, spoken from a distance, and yet it had such a terrifying effect? Is he even human? He jumped from the ninth floor and landed completely unscathed!

For those who were unaware of Qin Fan’s identity and had no concept of the Martial Arts World, they simply could not associate what they had just witnessed with a normal human being.

His lean silhouette stretched long under the lamplight as he walked away, leaving the three dead members of the Bo Family in his wake.

Watching his departing figure, the various high-ranking individuals on their balconies struggled to calm their terrified hearts. Having lived to their status, each was more shrewd than the last.

Qin Fan slaughtering the Bo Family inside the compound was an intimidation tactic. But dealing with Bao Qiudong in this manner, and shouting those words that thundered in our minds... that was an undeniable deterrent! From this day forward, another infamous tale is destined to be added to the legend of Qin Fan. To think, a single woman could drive him to such a state of ’touch her and you die’ madness! What a ruthless and terrifying man!

A deathly silence spread throughout the compound. Countless people watched his receding back, their hearts pounding uncontrollably in their chests.

When Qin Fan reached the compound’s electronic gate with a casual stroll, the security guards trembled, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

"Could you open the gate, please?" Qin Fan asked with a slight smile as he approached the guardhouse.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The guard in charge of the gate control trembled, his unsteady hand fumbling to press the open button.

"Thank you."

As the gate slid open, Qin Fan stuffed his hands into his pockets and slowly walked out.

「Meanwhile, in the sleepless forbidden area of Beijing.」

A large screen was broadcasting the events unfolding in Jinling.

When Qin Fan’s figure finally disappeared from the screen, several grim-faced elders let out a deep breath, their brows furrowed in thought.

The next moment, they all gritted their teeth and snapped in unison, "Lawless!"

Lawless?

Hearing their shared sentiment, Wang Anshi’s expression grew solemn, and a look of inner conflict flickered in his profound gaze. They could turn a blind eye to the fact that Qin Fan wanted to kill the Bo family, even if it was now public knowledge. After all, Bao Qiudong had brought this disaster upon himself. But to carry out his vengeance in such a flagrant and brutal manner... he had undoubtedly crossed a line.

"Contact Hua Xiaotian!" Wang Anshi rapped his knuckles on the table, making a difficult decision through clenched teeth.