Chapter 797 - 745: Is this game fun? (3)
"Very good!" Master Hou smiled smugly, the eerie gleam in his eyes still lingering.
"What do I need to do?"
Under the influence of the eerie light in Master Hou’s eyes, Li Guofu’s own eyes gradually turned bloodshot. His features twisted into a hideous mask as the hatred in his heart erupted all at once.
"Doesn’t he have a girlfriend at school? Arrange for someone to rape and then kill her. Then, eliminate his classmates and friends one by one. Drive him insane and turn him into a murderous demon. Let the nation sanction him, sanction everything about him, tsk, tsk—! Watch him fall from Heaven into Hell, watch him lose everything. Tell me—isn’t that a perfect picture?"
Although these claims were utterly baseless, anyone with a shred of sanity would recognize them as a desperate death wish. If revenge were so easy, the armies of people seeking it against Qin Fan would have long since stretched from Jinling to Beijing. Why were they all cowering now?
But at this moment, with the eruption of hatred, Li Guofu’s consciousness was completely dominated by Master Hou. When it came to retaliating against Qin Fan, he had lost all shred of reason or sanity. Never mind Master Hou asking him to orchestrate revenge on Qin Fan’s loved ones; even if he were told to grab a knife and die taking Qin Fan with him, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second.
Of course, Master Hou himself held no hope for the feasibility of this so-called plan. His goal was to cast a wide net, one that would cover all of Qin Fan’s friends and relatives. It didn’t matter if any of them succeeded. He just wanted to push Qin Fan from annoyance to rage, and finally into a complete frenzy!
This was the game his master had arranged for Qin Fan. In this stage, he was an NPC. Everyone who hated Qin Fan would become a part of the game. And Qin Fan was the player. It had to be said, the plan was perfect—so perfect it felt like everything was under their control.
"Perfect, perfect, utterly perfect!" Having completely lost his own will under the mental manipulation, Li Guofu let out a terrifying, sinister laugh.
"Very good! Then let the bells of Revenge toll, shall we?" Although he already had complete control over Li Guofu’s consciousness, Master Hou continued to coax him with a soothing chuckle, savoring the feeling.
"Yes!" The hideous grin continued to contort his face as Li Guofu nodded emphatically.
"Then, set off, my dear Avenger!"
Rising from his chair, Master Hou patted Li Guofu’s arm, sneering with the imperious confidence of a master strategist.
However, before Li Guofu could respond...
BOOM!
The encrypted door to the secret room flew from its hinges. The thunderous sound echoed throughout the entire card room. As the door flew away, Qin Fan’s figure strolled in through the gaping doorway.
"Master Hou, enjoying the game?" Qin Fan asked with a smile, pausing in the ruined doorway. As for the bloodshot-eyed Li Guofu, he was completely ignored.
"Qin Fan, I’ll kill you!"
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes burn with hate. This was especially true for Li Guofu, who was currently lost in a mindless state of Chaos. In this state, he had forgotten how terrifying Qin Fan was, forgotten how heaven-defying he was. His only thought was to kill him, kill him, kill him!
With a roar, the unarmed man pounced.
Qin Fan paid him no mind. But the moment Li Guofu was upon him, he clenched his fist. Without even looking, he slammed it straight into Li Guofu’s chest.
BANG!!!
The fist landed, and the man flew. That single, muffled punch sent Li Guofu flying backward to smash heavily against the secret room’s wall. No blood sprayed from the impact, but a dark pallor spread across his face. He didn’t even have a chance to cry out. His bloodshot eyes stared blankly as he collapsed, his life utterly extinguished.
"Master Hou, have you thought of an answer? Is this game really so fun?" Qin Fan hadn’t moved an inch, but his mocking expression was now tinged with grim irritation. The conversation in the secret room... he had heard every single word.
"How did you know it was me?" Fear flashed in Master Hou’s eyes. He tried to feign composure, but his voice came out sharp and strained. Indeed, what puzzled him most was how Qin Fan had found him. He was certain no surveillance had captured his image; he had even used techniques to blur Boss Zhou’s vision while controlling him, all because he was reluctant to use his limited supply of Disguise Skin. But to his shock, he had still made a misstep, exposing himself this quickly and suddenly. How long had it been? How could Qin Fan have found him already? This was utterly inconceivable!
"The moment you decided to target me, you should have been prepared to die," Qin Fan said, his voice turning harsh as he shook his head. "So, does your question matter? No. Just tell me, is this game fun?"
Feeling Master Hou’s terrified gaze, the violence within Qin Fan surged.
"Fun? Of course, it’s fun!" Master Hou cackled, the fear in his eyes turning to despair. "It’s just a pity I haven’t cast my net wide enough! Qin Fan—I know you’re strong, but the game has only just begun! Falling into your hands only means you got lucky and cleared the first stage! Hahaha!"
Facing Qin Fan, the young man dared not hold any hope of survival. He knew his own limits. As a mere initial-stage Transformation Realm expert, if he could have stood against Qin Fan, the weeds on Qin Fan’s grave would already be three feet high.
However, his words made Qin Fan frown.
The game has only just begun? I got lucky and cleared the first stage? Damn it! What the hell does that mean?
His brows furrowed instantly, and his eyes narrowed as his thoughts raced.
Seeing this, a glimmer of hope lit up the young man’s face. Taking advantage of Qin Fan’s momentary distraction, he threw out his hand.
WHOOSH!
The Qi Force of the Transformation Realm instantly flooded the secret room. It formed into invisible blades, sweeping up tables, chairs, and debris, all of which surged toward Qin Fan like a tidal wave. He unleashed the full power of an initial-stage Transformation Realm expert, holding nothing back.
At the same time, he smashed a palm against the outer wall!
BANG!!!
Stone fragments and dust exploded outward! His palm strike completely demolished the reinforced wall! In that split second, the young man saw a beacon of hope. If he could just escape this secret room, he was confident he could survive!
But just as he leaped to escape, a tremendous and ferocious surge of Qi Force rolled back over him. He was so close. A fraction more and he would have broken free from this terrifying confinement.
The next moment, everything he had thrown at Qin Fan—the sword-like Qi Force, the flying tables and chairs—reversed course and slammed back into him. The assault was relentless.
Pfft—!
The backlash from his own sword-like Qi Force made him buckle to his knees, a garish spray of blood erupting from his mouth. Then the returning furniture and debris smashed into him, slamming his already weakened body hard against the floor.
This so-called Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm was reduced to no more than a dead dog by a single, casual, and disdainful gesture from Qin Fan.