Qin Fan woke up in the luxurious villa, and after a quick wash, he made his way downstairs into the spacious main hall. The temporary butler assigned to the house approached with a sleek black card in hand and handed it over respectfully.
Qin Fan instinctively thought it was the five hundred million cash flow card that Cheng Rui had promised, but when he glanced at the lettering on the card, he realized it was actually a VIP membership card from a five-star hotel.
âMr. Qin,â the butler explained with a slight bow, âPresident Cheng asked me to let you know that itâll take a little time to mobilize five hundred million in cash flow, and she hopes youâll understand. In the meantime, this is an exclusive hotel membership card. You can dine there anytime you like, no charge.â
Qin Fan nodded calmly, not the least bit upset. In fact, he was impressed by how considerate Cheng Rui was and didnât see this as her trying to delay anything on purpose. After all, five hundred million wasnât a small number, and naturally, it would take some time to process.
Seeing that he was about to head out, the butler immediately went to inform the driver to ready the car.
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Elsewhere, in the dining hall of a hotel, Wang Haoran and Zhen Shuai were having breakfast.
Zhen Shuai barely touched his food as he was still sour over what happened last night, while Wang Haoran, despite a somewhat exhausting night himself, ate with a hearty appetite, replenishing his energy.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Glancing at the screen and seeing Cheng Ruiâs name, Wang Haoran quickly picked up the call.
âIâve temporarily taken care of Qin Fanâs lodging, transport, and food,â Cheng Rui said smoothly. âI havenât given him any cash, though. Is that okay?â
âYes, thatâs fine,â Wang Haoran replied without hesitation. Cheng Rui had always been thoughtful and detail-orientedâhe trusted her to handle things well.
âSo⊠what are you up to now?â she asked in a lighter tone, clearly wanting to chat a bit more.
âEating breakfast.â
âWhat a coincidence! Me too.â She laughed softly over the phone, her voice warm. âSo, what are you eating?â
âIâmââ Wang Haoran just opened his mouth to respond when he suddenly noticed something strange about Zhen Shuaiâs expression.
The guy was staring with a fuming face toward the restaurant entrance.
Wang Haoran followed his gazeâand there he saw Qin Fan.
âIâve got something to deal with. Talk later,â Wang Haoran said quickly and hung up, unaware of how Cheng Ruiâs face had dropped on the other end, thinking he just wasnât interested in talking to her.
âThatâs the little punk who slapped me!â Zhen Shuai growled, pointing furiously at Qin Fan as he entered the restaurant.
âCalm down. Iâll take care of him,â Wang Haoran said to soothe him, while internally trying to suppress the headache forming.
Without wasting another second, he connected with the system to pull up Qin Fanâs stats.
ăProtagonist: Qin Fană
ăCombat Power: 16726ă
ăCharm: 87ă
ăProtagonist Halo: 11308ă
ăSkill â Golden Finger: God-tier Disciple Systemă
ăDescription: The host has already mastered ninety-nine god-tier abilities, including ancient martial arts, advanced medical skills, fortune-telling, feng shui, and more.ă
ăMain Quest: Train ninety-nine disciples capable of influencing the world â Completedă
Wang Haoran stared at the panel in disbelief a he sucked in a cold breath.
His own combat value was just 4736.
Qin Fanâs number was 16726, which was more than triple his own.
And those 99 god tier skills werenât just for show. Every one of them can overturn fate. This guy was practically invincible.
With that realization, Wang Haoran immediately checked how many Villain Points he had left.
ăVillain Points: 160600ă
Over 160,000. Enough to make some serious upgrades.
Without hesitation, he spent 100,000 points to purchase another hundred yearsâ worth of true energy, stacking on top of his existing hundred years.
The exchange rate was 1,000 points per year of true energy.
When the trade was completed, his Villain Points plummeted and he was instantly down by 100,000.
Wang Haoran winced.
That hurts.
He checked his combat value again.
From 4736, it only rose to 9236.
âDamn it!â
Only that much for such a huge price?
Doing the math, if 100,000 points raised it by about 4500, then reaching Qin Fanâs level would cost him another 180,000 points just to match him.
And if he wanted to defeat Qin Fan outright, he would need at least 200,000 Villain Points.
But he only had 60,000 left. Which meant he still needed 140,000 more.
Even just thinking about it made Wang Haoran feel like collapsing.
Across the room, Qin Fan suddenly looked in their direction, seemingly sensing their gaze.
He also came for breakfast.
The dining area was nearly full, and the only available seat left happened to be at the table right next to Wang Haoran and Zhen Shuai.
Without hesitation, Qin Fan walked straight over and sat down nearby, completely relaxed.
Zhen Shuai narrowed his eyes and leaned in to whisper, âHaoran, call the guys now. Donât let him get away.â
Wang Haoran gave him a cold side-eye, itching to smash his breakfast plate over this idiotâs head.
Because right as Zhen Shuai said that, he saw Qin Fanâs ear twitch slightly.
Clearly, he heard it.
And worse, Qin Fan turned to glance at himâhis eyes filled with a subtle but unmistakable hostility.
That one look confirmed it.
Thanks to this idiotâs loud mouth, Qin Fan now had him on the list, too.
Wang Haoran knew for a fact that in a direct fight, he wouldnât last even a few seconds against Qin Fan.
Poisoning wouldnât work either, as Qin Fan had god-tier medical skills. If he tried anything reckless and Qin Fan noticed, he was as good as dead.
Fortunately, Wang Haoran was prepared. Keeping a calm face, he took out his phone and composed a message right in front of Qin Fan.
âSis, want to grab breakfast? My treat.â
A reply came instantly.
âWhere?â
Wang Haoran sent his location and waited.
Zhen Shuai, sitting across from him, couldnât see what he was typing. He just assumed Wang Haoran was calling in reinforcements and immediately got excited. He stared daggers at Qin Fan like he was already avenging himself.
Qin Fan, meanwhile, didnât react at all. He calmly waved over a server and began ordering breakfast.
Time passed quickly.
Qin Fan finished eating, stood up, and walked to the counter. He handed over the VIP card and prepared to leave.
Zhen Shuai panicked, afraid the guy might run off, and yelled across the room, âHey! You think youâre some kind of badass? Donât walk away if youâve got guts!â
Wang Haoran looked at him like he was brain-dead. This guy was practically digging his own grave and trying to drag him in, too.
Qin Fan was ready to leave, but that sentence made him pause.
He turned around and slowly walked over to their table, his expression cold and sharp.
âDidnât I slap you hard enough last time? Still havenât learned your lesson?â he said, looking at Zhen Shuai like he was a bug.
âThis timeâs different!â Zhen Shuai shot back, filled with false confidence. âMy cousin Haoran called for backup. If youâre a real man, donât even think about running!â
Qin Fan raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze toward Wang Haoran.
Wang Haoran shot a glare at Zhen Shuai, genuinely tempted to stab this fool with a fork a dozen times. Not only was he adding fuel to the fire, but he also dragged Qin Fanâs attention right onto him.
âYou feeling brave too?â Qin Fan looked directly at Wang Haoran, his voice low and dangerous.
âDonât think just because you know how to fight, you can act like a thug,â Wang Haoran answered without flinching. âIâve already called my sister. Sheâs on her way, and sheâs not someone you can mess with. Youâd better pray when she shows up.â
Because with his x-ray vision, Wang Haoran had already seen itâhis trump card had arrived.