Chapter 791 - 739: Chaos! (4)
If forty hours ago, Li Qiuzhe receiving seventeen stab wounds sent the entire Underworld of Jinling into an uproar, then right now, Qin Fan’s one-hour deadline had plunged it into complete chaos.
Kneel at the entrance of the military hospital. Those who fail to appear will be uprooted, with no one left alive!
Fuck your mother! Countless bosses roared in their hearts, but not one dared to say it aloud.
This fear was deeply rooted in their bones. After all, the absolute psychopath who had entered Jinling Mansion and slaughtered the Bo Family was still swaggering around, free as ever. The implications were immense, so much so that all they felt toward Qin Fan was fear—only fear. If even the Forbidden City had to grit its teeth and swallow the humiliation, how could they possibly dare to defy him?
Just because they couldn’t curse out Qin Fan, it didn’t mean they were willing to swallow their anger.
In countless mansions, roars of fury shook the walls.
"Goddammit, which son of a bitch dared to go after Li Qiuzhe?! FUCK!"
"If you want to die, you motherfucker, don’t drag me down with you! Goddamn you! Shit, what the hell does this have to do with me?!"
"You knew that Demon was behind Li Qiuzhe! Who the hell was so blind as to go looking for death?! And now I’m dragged into it! Fuck your entire family, back eighteen generations!"
"Son of a bitch! This is a complete and utter disaster coming out of nowhere!"
Those howls were filled with endless grievance and resentment. For these big shots, Li Qiuzhe was backed by Young Master Chang, Chen Jinlong, and on top of that, the psychopath Qin Fan. With such a powerful lineup, where would they get the courage to touch Li Qiuzhe? Yet now, despite their innocence, they were being dragged into this mess. How could they not feel wronged? How could they not be bitter?
This isn’t just a banquet invitation; it’s a summons to kneel at the entrance of the military hospital! If I go, I’ll lose all face, my dignity kicked into the Hell Abyss. But if I don’t go? Bet that Qin Fan won’t follow through on his words? Bullshit, that’s just asking to die.
It was clear that between the two options, most people had no choice.
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Inside a villa in a wealthy district, a middle-aged man paced back and forth incessantly. Not far from him, a young man who looked to be under thirty was lounging on a sofa with his legs crossed. He was munching on an apple. It was a Spirit Fruit No.1, which the middle-aged man had bought from the black market at the sky-high price of 130,000 per pound.
At his level, he wasn’t even qualified to purchase Spirit Water No. 1 on the black market. He had to pull a lot of strings and go through considerable trouble just to buy the Spirit Fruit. However, before he even had a chance to try it, the young man had devoured the entire thing. Five pounds, worth 650,000, gone just like that. Now, only the empty packaging remained on the table. Not even the cores were left behind.
But the middle-aged man had no time to worry about the Spirit Fruit now. Under Qin Fan’s one-hour deadline, he was fraught with panic and anxiety.
Pacing back and forth, the middle-aged man glanced at the designer watch on his wrist. He approached the young man, trembling. "Master Hou, what should we do? What can we do?! Qin Fan has given the order! One hour to get to the military hospital entrance! I... I... What am I supposed to do?"
"Didn’t I take care of the killer for you?" the young man on the sofa teased, a sly smile on his fair-skinned face. "Who’s going to know you were behind it? Just go. Calm down, what are you afraid of? It’s not a big deal. You think Qin Fan can just butcher you in broad daylight for no reason? Look at you, so spineless. With no evidence and no witnesses, who’s going to know unless you confess?"
"Master Hou, you don’t understand!" the middle-aged man said in a panic. "That freak... he... he publicly stormed Jinling Mansion and killed the entire Bo Family! And now he’s walking around completely carefree, without a single consequence! I... I’m scared. I’m truly terrified!"
He regretted it. He truly regretted his impulsive decision, regretted letting himself be goaded into it. True, Li Qiuzhe had stolen his slice of the pie, the very source of his luxury cars and mansion. But what use were a pie, luxury cars, or a mansion if he was dead? A wave of regret washed over him. But no matter how much he regretted it now, those seventeen stab wounds on Li Qiuzhe were a done deal. And he was the mastermind behind them all. Looking back, he didn’t know how he could have been so insane. He hated Li Qiuzhe, yes, but could killing him really get his piece of the pie back? Damn it, why did I make such a stupid choice?!
Without waiting for the young man’s response, the middle-aged man fiercely slapped his own face.
The young man sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. Still, he offered some advice. "Alright, alright, Boss Zhou. Only the three of us knew about this, and I’ve already taken care of the assassin for you. Now it’s just the two of us. You don’t talk, I don’t talk. What’s Qin Fan going to do? Does he have the Eyes of Golden Flame to see into your heart? I’m telling you, just stay calm. Since he told everyone to be there within an hour, you should go. If you’re the one who doesn’t show up, you’ll definitely be the prime suspect!"
"It was you! It was all you!" the middle-aged man suddenly shrieked hysterically, pointing a finger at the youth. "If you hadn’t kept goading me, I never would have sent Ah Shan to kill Li Qiuzhe! This is all your fault! I’m only in this mess because of you!"
But the next moment...
BOOM—!
The sofa the young man had been lounging on exploded into splinters. He flipped through the air and landed right beside the middle-aged man.
With a dark, malevolent expression, he calmly removed the middle-aged man’s pointing finger. "Boss Zhou," he said ominously, "do you think Qin Fan is the only one here who can kill you? Heh... I suggest you learn to do things the easy way. Don’t force me to make you do it the hard way. If you do, you might not even get the chance to go."
Hearing this, a cold sweat instantly drenched the middle-aged man. His face went bloodless, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.
I can feel it... his killing intent! It feels like death itself is wrapping around me! Only then did he remember that he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary person, but a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm! A Grandmaster who could send him to the Netherworld with a mere flick of a finger!
"M-Master Hou... I’m sorry... I-I lost my composure... My apologies!" he stammered, his back soaked with cold sweat. He was so frightened he could barely stand.
"It’s fine. I’m not that petty," the young man said with a smile. He gripped the middle-aged man’s upper arms and gave him a little shake. "Go on now. Remember, stay calm. Nobody can touch you, because nobody knows it was you, right? Believe in yourself! Be calm... be calm... you have to be calm!"
"Yes... right... He doesn’t know it was me. Nobody knows!" the middle-aged man mumbled as if trying to convince himself. He nodded his trembling head and gulped repeatedly. "Stay calm. I have to stay calm."
"There you go!" the young man said, raising a fist in a gesture of encouragement that was dripping with mockery. "Boss Zhou, you’ll be absolutely fine. I’ll be waiting for your triumphant return! You can do it!"
However, the distraught man was in no state to notice. "Stay calm... stay calm... It will be okay! Definitely!" he muttered incoherently, both nodding and shaking his head as he stumbled out the door.
As he watched the man’s silhouette disappear from the villa, the young man let out a derisive laugh. "Idiot."
As the sound of a car engine started up outside, he didn’t leave. Instead, he turned and headed for the second floor.
Upstairs were Boss Zhou’s sultry wife and his daughter, who had just started eighth grade.