Free Web NovelChapter 598: Chapter 585: He Said, Those Who Block Me Shall Die!
「Presidential Suite.」
After being carried inside in Qin Fan’s arms, Jiang Yino’s pretty face flushed a deep red, though her eyes remained tightly shut. A man and a woman, alone in a hotel room. This was something she would never have dared to imagine before, yet now, she had been the one to suggest it.
Why she had made such a frantic decision, Jiang Yino herself couldn’t say. Perhaps she was possessed, or maybe it was a momentary impulse. She had no time to ponder such things now; her mind was a chaotic blank. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a frightened deer, and the delicate body she pressed against his began to tremble faintly.
"Yinuo!" Qin Fan called out affectionately, pausing in the luxurious hall of the suite.
"Mm! I’m going to take a shower first!" Jiang Yino’s eyes flew open. Her face burned as she spoke, and she quickly struggled out of Qin Fan’s embrace. Without daring to steal another glance at him, she hurried into the bathroom.
Watching her silhouette disappear, Qin Fan felt his mouth go inexplicably dry.
I’m a man. A young, vigorous man. A man and a woman, alone in a hotel suite... To say I’m not having any ideas would be pure bullshit.
But this all stemmed from her invitation. If she were still asleep, I probably wouldn’t have had so many improper thoughts!
Wicked thoughts ran rampant in his mind. When the sound of the shower started spraying in the bathroom, a tremor ran through him. His breathing grew ragged, his heartbeat accelerating with it. Despite the countless women he had been with during his centuries on the Cangqiong Continent, he couldn’t escape the thrumming excitement of a first-timer.
He exhaled deeply. Qin Fan turned away from the bathroom and walked over to the suite’s balcony. Standing high on the twenty-somethingth floor against the cold wind, he gazed toward the compound that symbolized the pinnacle of power in Jinling, a chill spreading across his face.
Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated intensely. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Without much thought, Qin Fan slowly pulled it out. Seeing the name Hua Xiaotian on the screen, he swiped to answer and said curtly, "Speak!"
"Master Qin, is there any room for negotiation?" Hua Xiaotian asked anxiously, not beating around the bush.
"Are you calling to plead for the Bo Family?" Qin Fan sneered.
"Master Qin, I know I have no right to plead! But it wasn’t easy to achieve the stability Jinling now enjoys. Moreover, the ancestors of the Bo Family made many great contributions. For these reasons, I truly hope you can be magnanimous," Hua Xiaotian said, his voice lacking confidence.
He knew Qin Fan’s character. In all the stories about him, he’d never detected a hint of mercy. Pleading for the Bo Family felt like he was walking on eggshells, terrified of provoking Qin Fan’s wrath. But he had no choice. As the Director of the Guardian Institute, he could have feigned ignorance before, but once Qin Fan’s declaration spread throughout the world, he could no longer sit still.
"Hua Xiaotian, did we only just meet today?" Qin Fan’s cold laugh turned mocking.
"Master Qin!" Hua Xiaotian gritted his teeth, forcing the words out.
"Give me one reason to be magnanimous," Qin Fan demanded. "And don’t give me any crap about the greater good. Give me a reason from my perspective!"
The other end of the line fell silent. Hua Xiaotian parted his lips but couldn’t utter a single word. Give him a reason from his own standpoint? That’s impossible!
The silence stretched. Qin Fan let him stew in it.
Half a minute passed, then a full minute, then two.
Hua Xiaotian still couldn’t find a single reason that would make Qin Fan relent.
"Nothing, huh? That proves you’re not completely stupid, Hua Xiaotian. Notify the Bo Family. Tell them to wash their necks clean. After the midnight hour, I, Qin Fan, will leave no one alive! If your Guardian Institute wants to protect them, feel free. But I will show you no quarter. Anyone who stands in my way will die!" With an arrogant, cold laugh, Qin Fan ended the call.
「On a high-rise rooftop somewhere in Jinling.」
Hua Xiaotian let the hand holding his phone fall limply to his side. His face was overcast as he shook his head in helpless frustration.
"Director Hua, what did he say?" one of his most trusted generals asked nervously from just behind him.
"He said, ’Anyone who stands in my way will die!’" Hua Xiaotian replied with a self-mocking shake of his head. He turned around, and seeing the horrified look on his subordinate’s face, he added, "Send out the notice! All personnel of the Guardian Institute are to evacuate Jinling immediately! Since we can’t change it, we’ll run from it! At least we can comfort ourselves with a lie."
As he spoke, his forlorn face was etched with bitterness. He recalled what his master, Demi Immortal Qi Lian, had once told him: the current Guardian Institute was a pile of dog shit. Only now did he truly understand the depth of those words.
Without lingering, Hua Xiaotian turned to leave. He had been a witness when the Du Family was slaughtered and the Qiao Family was annihilated. He, the Director of the Guardian Institute, could only watch as Qin Fan exacted his bloody revenge. Now, with the Bo Family’s nightmare looming, he was still powerless to change anything.
What an incompetent and failed Director I’ve been.
With a self-deprecating sigh, he ignored his trusted general behind him. In a flash, Hua Xiaotian’s figure vanished from the rooftop.
Back on the balcony of the presidential suite, Qin Fan wasn’t surprised by Hua Xiaotian’s call. He had instructed Chang Yuanyi to spread the news precisely to intimidate the upper echelons of Huaxia. It doesn’t matter who you are. Touch my reverse scale, and you die! And I’m sure Hua Xiaotian won’t be the only one to beg for mercy.
A cold sneer played on his lips as his gaze, filled with killing intent, fixed on the distant government compound.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
Shortly after he hung up on Hua Xiaotian, his phone buzzed again. It was an unfamiliar number with no caller ID.
"Hello," Qin Fan said indifferently, swiping the screen.
"Hello, Comrade Qin Fan. This is Wang Anshi."
Within a restricted compound in Beijing, Old Wang sat at his desk, holding the phone receiver with a gentle smile. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Wang Anshi? Who’s that? Do I know you?" Qin Fan frowned, the name not ringing any bells.
As Qin Fan’s question landed, the other end of the line plunged into silence.
Comrade Wang was stunned. He doesn’t know me? Qin Fan actually doesn’t know who I am? Is he toying with me?
