The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

"Interesting!"

Amid this tourist-clearing operation—clearly targeted at him—Qin Fan stopped walking and slid his phone back into his pocket. As he stopped, four young men in black suits with slightly bulging temples immediately surrounded him while the others cleared out the tourists ahead.

In no time, a twenty-meter stretch of empty ground was cordoned off. Chairman Wang’s entourage stood guard at both ends, preventing anyone from entering the area, while the men Chen Shan had brought formed a tight circle around Qin Fan.

"What’s all this about?" Qin Fan asked with a harmless-looking smile, amused by the men in black surrounding him. He was also slightly curious about their background.

No wonder. The men surrounding him are all Martial Artists! Although their cultivation isn’t high—they’ve barely entered the Ming Energy stage—anyone who can gather a dozen Ming Energy Martial Artists as enforcers is clearly no ordinary person.

However, his question received no answer. The men in black remained silent, completely ignoring him. They were waiting. Waiting for their master to arrive and give the order.

At this, Qin Fan nodded with a playful, frivolous smile as a hint of mischief sparked within him.

Not at all worried about breaking through and dealing with these ants, he took out his phone again. He turned on the camera, pushed one of the men aside, and walked to the edge of the Great Wall. Pointing his phone at the magnificent landscape, he once again began adjusting the angle, filming the vast, winding mountains and rivers.

As for being surrounded? He couldn’t care less. Since they wanted to wait for their master, he would be happy to wait with them.

Seeing Qin Fan continue to act as if they weren’t there, the men in black made no move against him. As long as he didn’t try to escape, it was enough.

「Meanwhile.」

Outside the Great Wall scenic area, seven supercars weaved through traffic, forming a speeding convoy. A flamboyant red Porsche 911 led the pack. All seven supercars roared, their engines letting out a deafening howl. Drawing countless stares, they shot into the scenic area like wild beasts breaking free from their cages.

After the previous incidents involving the Bentley convoy, the extended Lincoln, the Municipal Committee’s Audi, and the police cars from the City Bureau, the staff at the Great Wall’s vehicle-restricted gates quickly opened the way when they saw the seven supercars roaring toward them. They assumed these new arrivals must be with Master Shan.

To the growing shock of the scenic area workers, the seven supercars screeched to a halt. Seven imposing young men with defiant expressions leaped from their cars. However, aside from the young man in the Porsche 911, the other six were completely baffled.

As Ma Yunhai got out of his Porsche, the six youths surrounded him. One of them asked in bewilderment, "Young Master Ma, what’s going on? Are we here at the Great Wall to show off? Holy shit, what’s there to show off about here?"

"When have I ever bullshitted you? Fuck! When I say I’ll take you for a ride, I guarantee we won’t crash! Do you have any idea what the hottest name in our circles is right now?" Ma Yunhai asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

"What? The hottest name?" one of the dandies asked, blinking.

"Young Master Ma, are you talking about Qin Fan?" another dandy exclaimed, his eyes widening as if he’d just realized something.

"That’s right! Master Qin! He’s my idol! My brother’s idol! He dominates Huaxia, broke into the elite compounds, wiped out the Bo Family, and doesn’t give a damn about the Forbidden City! He kills whoever he wants, and the Forbidden City can’t do a thing to him. Now that’s what you call a life! That’s a goddamn life! I used to think the most badass people could only be in Four-nine City, but compared to him, those so-called big shots from Four-nine City aren’t even worthy of carrying Master Qin’s shoes!" Ma Yunhai declared with fervent zeal.

Previously, when Qin Fan’s name shook all of Huaxia, Ma Yunhai learned that his cousin, Ma Yunbin, was running with him. He tried more than once to head south and meet Qin Fan, but each time, Ma Yunbin angrily told him to get lost. Awed by Ma Yunbin, he never dared to cause any trouble behind his back. So he could only continue to admire from afar the man who had stirred up such storms in Jiangzhou and Jinling.

He never expected that Master Qin would suddenly show up in Beijing, and that his cousin, Ma Yunbin, would actually ask him to go solve a problem for Master Qin.

To say he wasn’t excited would be absolute bullshit!

Finishing his speech, Ma Yunhai was already walking impatiently toward the Great Wall entrance.

But when the other six dandies heard this, they all froze, completely stunned.

Qin Fan? That legendary name didn’t just drive Ma Yunhai wild with excitement; it did the same to them.

They were well aware that Qin Fan’s current relationship with the Forbidden City was in a sensitive, volatile state, but that didn’t diminish their admiration for him in the slightest. After all, as long as their families weren’t involved, they wouldn’t be implicated even if the Forbidden City eventually made a move against Qin Fan.

So, in that instant, all their hearts began to race. After a brief, stunned silence, a wave of feverish excitement washed over them, and they eagerly hurried after Ma Yunhai.

They had only taken a few steps when one of them suddenly cried out, "Young Master Ma, wait, hold on!"

"What the hell?" Hearing the shout, Ma Yunhai stopped in his tracks. He turned back to the dandy who had spoken and snapped, "Are you on your fucking period or something? Spit it out!"

Ignoring Ma Yunhai’s rebuke, the dandy pointed to a nearby Bentley convoy. "Young Master Ma, isn’t that the show-off car belonging to that old bastard Chen Shan? A goddamn five-sixes license plate. I almost smashed the thing last time! It pisses me off just looking at him flaunt it!"

That old bastard Chen Shan? The name was hardly unfamiliar to these young masters.

As a dedicated lackey serving the circles of Four-nine City, Chen Shan was well-known. Although he came from a rough background and engaged in unsavory business, his sheer dedication to being a good dog had earned him the favor of these dandies. After all, who wouldn’t want to keep a lapdog they could summon and dismiss at will? A dog you could beat and curse, only to have it come back wagging its tail, fawning with the utmost respect.

Furthermore, within the entire Four-nine City circle, this dog didn’t belong to any one person—he belonged to everyone. Whenever any young master in Four-nine City had a need, Chen Shan would come running, even if he had to pull up his pants in the middle of a fuck. How could such a figure not be famous throughout Four-nine City?

It had to be said that Chen Shan owed his current status largely to the patronage of the Four-nine City dandies. Without their protection, he would have been crushed countless times over. How could a mere ruffian like him have possibly carved out such an empire for himself in Beijing otherwise?

Another thing Chen Shan did exceptionally well was positioning himself to be on good terms with everyone. He never got involved in the feuds between the dandies. In his own words, "You are all my masters!" Fortunately, the dandies accepted this arrangement. Otherwise, they would have toyed with him until he was broken long before any officials needed to get involved.

But now, this famous dog of Four-nine City had shown up at the Great Wall with his own team?

Instinctively, Ma Yunhai’s thoughts flew to Qin Fan.

"That son of a bitch, Chen Dog... Don’t tell me he was blind enough to go and provoke Master Qin? Fucking hell, if that’s true, he’s a dead man!" Ma Yunhai mumbled in a daze, staring at the Bentley with its five-sixes plate.

He then turned to the other dandies and said, "Alright, stop fucking staring! Let’s move! If that Chen Dog really was that blind, we’ll send him to the Western Heaven ourselves!"