BANG—!

BANG! BANG—!

BANG! BANG! BANG—!

Following the first shot, the entire magazine of bullets rushed forth from the chamber in succession. Six in total. They streaked toward Qin Fan with high precision, intent on a headshot!

SWOOSH!

Alerted by the sound, Qin Fan paused and looked up toward the source of the gunfire.

There, at the second-floor railing, Li Wenxuan glared down at Qin Fan with a ferocious expression. She held a revolver in a standard two-handed grip, her finger still on the trigger.

“Die! Die! Die!”

Having never killed anyone, and only ever practiced at a shooting range, Li Wenxuan showed no tension or panic. She just kept murmuring the word like one possessed.

Qin Fan wasn’t surprised by her opening fire; it was entirely expected. He smirked mockingly as he watched the bullets fly toward him in what seemed like slow motion.

WHOOSH—!

With a backhanded swirl, the Hemp Vine Whip unfurled from Li Juncheng’s neck! Qin Fan then lifted it, sweeping it toward the incoming bullets.

Moving like a dancing serpent, Qin Fan whipped the vine as if putting on a show.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ!

Struck by the whip, the bullets careened off course. They slammed into the walls, showering the room in plaster dust.

The six bullets aimed for his head were thus effortlessly deflected.

Up on the second-floor railing, Li Wenxuan’s mind went blank as she witnessed the unbelievable scene. In that instant, sheer, boundless fear flooded her wide eyes.

Licking his lips, Qin Fan let out a soft snort, not giving her another glance. He moved, stepping on Li Juncheng’s prone back to launch himself upward.

In the blink of an eye, while Li Wenxuan was still frozen in shock, he landed on the second-floor railing.

“So, you want to play? Alright, I’ll indulge you!”

With a malevolent snort, Qin Fan lashed the Hemp Vine Whip toward Li Wenxuan’s back and waist.

CRACK!

“AH!!!” She was, after all, a pampered young woman. The unbearable pain of the blow made her let out a shrill scream. The force of the strike threw her high into the air, sending her plummeting to the floor below.

Under Qin Fan’s control, she landed precisely on Li Juncheng’s back. The impact made the father and daughter shriek in agony, their pitiful screams filling the entire villa.

But this was only the beginning.

They understood this, and so did Lai Zhuge, who stood by, biting his lip, unable to bear the sight.

As Li Wenxuan fell, Qin Fan leaped down as well, his Hemp Vine Whip lashing down viciously on the father and daughter.

“When you said you couldn’t produce ten billion on short notice, fine. I gave you a month. When the month was up, you tried to play dumb and welch on the debt? Heh. So you want to welch? Fine. I gave you another twenty-four hours of grace, but you people truly never learn, do you? Did the deaths of more than a dozen people on that cruise ship not teach you a lesson? It seems even King Yan himself couldn’t stomach it and moved your names up in the Book of Life and Death! I have said it before, and I will say it again: no one can owe me money. No one!”

As he paused between strikes, Qin Fan shook his head and spoke these cold words.

Having said his piece, he gave Li Juncheng and his daughter no chance to respond, once again raising the Hemp Vine Whip and resuming the thrashing.

The whip’s crisp CRACKS were answered by piercing screams.

A gruesome scene of flayed skin and mangled flesh unfolded in the villa’s grand hall.

Did they think that falling into Qin Fan’s hands meant they would get a quick and painless death? Not a chance. Qin Fan had never been merciful toward treacherous scum who broke their faith.

A mist of blood filled the air. No matter how agonizingly Li Juncheng and his daughter screamed, Qin Fan’s movements never hesitated. The unbearable sight made Lai Zhuge close his eyes and turn away.

Two trails of tears slowly streamed from his eyes. They were not tears of sorrow or grief, but tears mourning the acquaintance they once shared.

If Li Juncheng and Li Wenxuan hadn’t taken things this far, perhaps Lai Zhuge could have steeled himself to plead for them at the last moment. But they had brought this entirely upon themselves. They had betrayed his trust and repeatedly broken their promises. They spent thirty billion to hire a Thai Evil Monk, hoping to kill Qin Fan and erase their one-hundred-billion-yuan debt. In the end, they even resorted to an assassination attempt, aiming for a headshot.

Given this list of crimes, their deaths were not unjust in the slightest. Lai Zhuge just found the manner of their death unbearable to watch.

Their cries began to weaken, gradually quieting down until only the crack of the whip remained.

Li Juncheng and his daughter had breathed their last. They had been tortured to death.

HUUUH—!

Once he confirmed the father and daughter showed no more signs of life, Qin Fan stopped. He let out a long breath, expelling the last of his violent energy.

Turning around, he said flatly, “Lai Shenxiang, let’s go.”

With that, he began to walk slowly out of the villa, dragging the blood-soaked Hemp Vine Whip behind him. A long, crimson streak marked his path all the way outside.

Trailing behind, Lai Zhuge looked at the youth’s slender back, then down at the line of blood. The corners of his eyes couldn’t help but twitch. At this moment, he couldn’t even begin to describe the feelings swirling within him.

Outside the villa, the rain was still washing over everything relentlessly. The downpour began to rinse the bloodstains from the Hemp Vine Whip Qin Fan was dragging.

Yet, just as the last of the blood was washed away, the torrential rain stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The cool, fresh air of a world cleansed by rain swept over them.

Because of this, Lai Zhuge, well-versed in the arts of Feng Shui and the workings of heaven and earth, couldn’t help but feel a chill. When they arrived, the weather had changed without warning, bringing a thunderstorm. As they left, the storm ceased just as suddenly, leaving the air clear and fresh.

Is this a coincidence? If not, does this downpour signify the washing away of sins?

Amid these sudden thoughts, Lai Zhuge couldn’t help but swallow.

He found himself utterly mystified by this boy, who was barely a teenager yet whose actions were beyond all measure.

But before he could drift further into his fleeting thoughts, the rain stopped. Qin Fan coiled up the now-clean Hemp Vine Whip and squatted down, picking up the two Zen Sticks that Lai Zhuge had left behind in his hasty anxiety.

“Lai Shenxiang, take this Zen Stick as a token of thanks for accompanying me! Rest assured, I have erased the evil spirit that it was bound to, so it will no longer harm its owner. It can suppress monsters and demons, exterminate evil, and quell baleful auras. As long as you don’t face a particularly troublesome opponent, it should be more than adequate. For your line of work, this thing is a perfect fit!” Qin Fan paused, holding out one of the Zen Sticks to Lai Zhuge.

“Master Qin, isn’t this too valuable?” Lai Zhuge had been alarmed when he realized he’d left the Zen Sticks in the rain. But upon hearing Qin Fan’s words, his breathing grew rapid—not from panic, but from burgeoning excitement.

“I don’t like pretense or ceremony. Take it,” Qin Fan said with a faint smile, his tone brooking no refusal.

“Thank you, Master Qin. In that case, I shall respectfully obey!”

Hearing Qin Fan’s words, Lai Zhuge’s old face flushed slightly. He didn’t dare feign reluctance and quickly accepted the Zen Stick.

One was a man in his sixties. The other was a young teenager. The whole scene seemed to defy the norms of both generation and station.

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