The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 629: Chapter 598: The Beauty Pie Falling from the Sky! (2)_2

In response to Bao Qiudong’s attack, Qin Fan simply offered a grim, cold smile.

He didn’t dodge, his forward pace unwavering.

However, as the car barreled closer, the sight of Qin Fan’s unyielding, sneering smile sent Bao Qiudong’s heart hammering in his chest.

A horrifying sense of despair suddenly washed over him! All at once, he felt the urge to slam on the brakes.

But at such a close distance, there was no time for the brakes to take effect.

The car, like a Primordial Fierce Beast, hurtled across the short distance and slammed into Qin Fan at a terrifying speed!

But in the next moment, Bao Qiudong was dumbfounded. He froze in place as if struck by lightning. Not only was he motionless, but the car, despite its high speed, was also brought to a dead stop.

In a flash, Qin Fan had simply placed one hand on the hood, stopping the entire vehicle from advancing another inch.

If not for the continued roar of the exhaust pipe, anyone would have assumed the car had broken down.

Forgetting the reverse gear even existed, Bao Qiudong’s foot, which had been pressing the accelerator to the floor, began to tremble.

A second later, unable to believe the scene before him, Bao Qiudong yelled out on pure instinct. He frantically threw open the car door and, without a second thought, scrambled out and fled wildly back the way he had come.

For anyone faced with such terror and despair, the first thought is always of home—the primal urge to get back home.

Watching Bao Qiudong’s stumbling, desperate retreat, Qin Fan didn’t immediately give chase.

There were only people he chose not to catch, never people who could escape from right under his nose.

With a scornful sneer aimed at the receding figure, Qin Fan lifted his other hand and slapped it down onto the car’s hood.

BOOM! A thunderous roar erupted as the entire car launched into the air before crashing back down in the same spot.

This time, however, the exhaust pipe was silent.

As Qin Fan walked around the car, it collapsed with a deafening CRASH, disintegrating into a pile of scattered parts both inside and out.

He maintained a steady, unhurried pace. Even though Bao Qiudong’s figure had already vanished from sight, Qin Fan was in no rush at all.

He glanced up at the Bo Family’s apartment building, a murderous chill slowly beginning to radiate from his body.

Without pausing, he walked straight into the Bo Family’s building.

In the dimly lit courtyard, the movers and shakers of Jinling stood on the balconies of countless buildings, having witnessed everything that had just transpired below.

They had seen Qin Fan stop the car and obliterate it with a single slap. To them, these events weren’t entirely shocking. After all, it was no longer a secret that Qin Fan was a martial artist. Months ago, he had slain the Transformation Realm Grandmaster Lan Xiaosheng with a single sword strike. Against that backdrop, sending a car flying was hardly unbelievable.

"They say you should never provoke a Grandmaster. That boy from the Bo Family, what kind of paste is his head filled with to make him court death like this?" an old man, long retired from public life, sighed as he watched Qin Fan enter the building.

It would be one thing if he were ignorant of Qin Fan’s identity and background. But to knowingly provoke a peerless prodigy like him, to touch a dragon’s reverse scale—wasn’t that just throwing yourself into Hell’s gate when it wasn’t even open?

"Old Master, it’s a matter of fortune! The Bo Family’s fortune has run its course; they were bound to have a reason for their downfall," said a man beside the elder, one who bore a striking resemblance to Chang Yuanyi.

"Yes, you’re right. It is all destiny! Haisheng, let Yuanyi be. Don’t interfere with his affairs from now on. The chance to be by Qin Fan’s side is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for our Chang Family’s fortune! With the Bo Family falling and our new connection to Qin Fan, your chances of entering the inner circle in Beijing have increased!" the old man said sagely.

"Old Master, I’m just worried about one thing," Chang Haisheng voiced his concern. "Qin Fan is causing such a ruckus; can the higher-ups truly tolerate this? Will they really turn a blind eye and let him be?"

If the higher-ups decided to punish Qin Fan, wouldn’t the Chang Family, by their association, suffer as well?

"Haha! You worry too much!"

With a meaningful, slow smile, the old man turned and walked back into his house. "I’ve witnessed a Grandmaster’s prowess; it’s time to sleep."

***

BANG!

At the Bo Family residence, the unlocked door was slammed open by a terrified Bao Qiudong.

"Dad, it’s over! That bastard is here!" he shrieked, his body trembling uncontrollably, before Bo Xianmin or the elegant woman beside him could speak.

"Hah..." Bo Xianmin exhaled slowly. He raised his calm eyes to look directly at his son. "Life and death are decreed by destiny; wealth and honor are granted by heaven. We can only accept our fate. Qiudong, don’t panic. Stand up straight! Remember, you are a member of the Bo Family. From the Great Qing Dynasty until now, we of the Bo Family have never been cowards! Whether this is a blessing or a curse, even if we must die, the Bo Family will die standing!"

No longer roaring and screaming as he had before, Bo Xianmin seemed to have accepted everything, as if he could see through it all. His calm and placid tone was filled with nothing but emptiness and despair.

They were facing a monster of the martial arts world—a prodigy whom even Hua Xiaotian had to treat with the utmost respect, a demon who had ravaged Japan and crippled its Primordial Energy. Against such a being, what choice did they have but helpless despair?

Escape? Could any ordinary person in this world possibly evade the pursuit of a Transformation Realm Grandmaster?

Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to accept his fate.

"Dad, I’m only twenty-four! I don’t want to die! I really don’t want to die!"

Hearing his father’s words, Bao Qiudong broke down completely, his cries turning into bitter, howling sobs.