87: Chapter 87 Poor Young Master Qin

The heavy, carved wooden doors of the banquet hall were kicked open.

"Bang!"

The loud crash drowned out the melodious violin music.

The two heavy mahogany doors slammed hard against the walls.

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

Everyone's gaze instantly converged on the entrance.

Lin Fan was wearing his major's service uniform, with mud-stained military boots on his feet.

Behind him followed the Fatty, who was bruised and swollen, clutching a stack of printed papers.

The two of them walked in just like that, swaggering.

At the main seat in the center of the banquet hall.

Qin Feng was swirling half a glass of red wine, his long legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the table.

He watched Lin Fan walk in, a trace of an inexplicable smile flashing in his eyes.

"Lin Fan, you have quite the nerve!"

A sharp shout broke the silence.

Su Changhe jumped out from the crowd.

He pointed at Lin Fan's nose, his finger trembling with anger, "This is a banquet hosted by Young Master Qin. Who let you in?"

Su Changhe turned to look at Qin Feng, his face instantly filled with a fawning smile.

"Young Master Qin, this brat is that ignorant Lin Fan. I'll have someone throw him out right now!"

After saying this, he changed to a ferocious expression and turned to Lin Fan.

"Why aren't you kneeling yet to kowtow and apologize to Young Master Qin? If you implicate the Su Family, I'll skin you alive!"

Spit flew everywhere.

Lin Fan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He walked straight past Su Changhe.

As if he were invisible.

Su Changhe's roaring stopped abruptly. He froze on the spot, his face turning the color of pig liver.

This kind of disregard was more humiliating than a direct slap in the face.

Lin Fan's goal was very clear.

In the corner of the crowd, Su Qingxue stood alone.

The people around her avoided her as if she were a plague god, making her appear exceptionally conspicuous.

She watched the young man walking towards her.

Lin Fan walked up to her; this was the moment for him, her shield, to step up.

Without any nonsense.

He reached out and grabbed Su Qingxue's cold little hand.

With a firm tug, Su Qingxue stumbled, and she was pulled behind Lin Fan.

Lin Fan turned around to face Qin Feng at the main seat, as well as the mocking and derisive gazes of those around.

He lifted his chin, his voice not loud, yet it spread throughout the entire hall.

"Young Master Qin, such imposing power."

"Smashing my shop and trying to take my person?"

Whoa~

The whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone was looking at Lin Fan as if he were a madman.

In Jianghai City, someone actually dared to speak to the eldest young master of the Kyoto Qin Family like this?

Although the Qin Family was only a second-rate family in Kyoto, in a place like Jianghai City, they were undoubtedly a towering giant.

Qin Feng laughed.

He lowered his legs and slowly stood up.

"A bit interesting."

Qin Feng straightened his expensive suit cuffs, "I thought you were just a piece of trash who could only hide behind women, but I didn't expect you to have such a stiff spine."

Hum!

A terrifying aura erupted from within Qin Feng.

Golden spiritual energy swirled around him, and the air seemed filled with countless tiny blades, cutting into people's skin with pain.

S-Rank Talent: Geng Metal Qi.

The pressure of a Martial Artist Eight-Star was released without reservation.

The surrounding guests were shocked. A Martial Artist Eight-Star was not rare, but such a young Martial Artist Eight-Star was truly worthy of the heritage from Kyoto.

In Jianghai City, recognized geniuses like Su Qingxue with A-rank Talent only reached One-Star Martial Artist with the support of Lin Fan's blind box, paling in comparison to someone from Kyoto.

"Having a stiff spine is useless. In this world, strength does the talking."

Qin Feng walked down the steps, each step carrying a sense of oppression, "A nouveau riche who relies on luck, do you even deserve to talk to me about stealing?"

"Since you're here, don't leave."

"Play with me. If you win, you can take her away, and my engagement with the Su Family will be cancelled. If you lose, leave your hands behind."

It was a naked provocation and absolute confidence. He was a proud son of heaven from Kyoto, having received the top-tier martial arts education since childhood.

Everyone thought Lin Fan would be angry and impulsive.

But Lin Fan did not.

He stood there and even reached out to pick his ear.

Then.

He extended his index finger and shook it gently in front of Qin Feng.

With a look of disdain.

"Not fighting."

Qin Feng was stunned, then sneered, "Scared?"

"Not scared."

Lin Fan sighed, with an expression like he was looking at an idiot, "Young Master Qin, I am a businessman. Businessmen value harmony for wealth."

"Most importantly..."

Lin Fan looked Qin Feng up and down, "I don't fight with poor ghosts."

Poor ghost? When these two words came out, there was even an echo in the banquet hall.

Qin Feng's expression froze.

"You said I... am poor?"

Qin Feng laughed out of extreme anger, his laughter filled with a chilling coldness, "Good, very good. In China, no one has ever dared to say my Qin Family is poor."

Slap!

A black-gold card was slapped onto the table.

The edge of the card was inlaid with a circle of tiny diamonds, blindingly bright under the lights.

"Bank of China Supreme Black Gold Card."

Qin Feng said proudly, "The overdraft limit is 50 million. The family trust fund pays out 200 million in dividends annually."

"Lin Fan, what do you have to compare with me? Your trashy blind box shop?"

A chorus of gasps sounded around them.

A 50 million limit.

In Jianghai City, this was enough to buy half a street.

This was the heritage of a Kyoto tycoon family.

Su Changhe chimed in sarcastically, "Did you hear that, Lin Fan! A single hair plucked from Young Master Qin is thicker than your waist! The money you make selling trash is a joke in front of Young Master Qin!"

Lin Fan glanced at the black gold card.

"Is that it?"

He turned to the Fatty behind him, "Fatty, show Young Master Qin what cash flow is."

The Fatty had been holding back a belly full of fire.

Hearing this, he immediately pulled a tablet computer from his chest pocket.

He skillfully opened the background account for the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Then he shoved the screen into Qin Feng's face.

"Look clearly!"

The Fatty roared, "One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... hundred million!"

On the screen.

A long string of numbers lay there quietly.

1.2 billion.

This was the entire turnover from the blind box business during this period, plus the compensation from scamming the Wang Family, and the returns from pre-sales.

All cash.

Cash that could be called upon at any time.

Qin Feng's smile froze on his face.

His gaze stared fixedly at that string of numbers, counting it over and over.

That's right.

It was a ten-digit number.

His family was indeed wealthy, with assets exceeding 100 billion.

But he was only a young master, not the head of the family.

The liquid capital he could move was, at most, a few tens of millions.

And Lin Fan, this nouveau riche, had 1.2 billion in cash sitting in his account!

In terms of financial power.

He was crushed.

Rubbed into the ground by a bumpkin he looked down upon.

"Young Master Qin, don't take out an overdraft card to embarrass yourself."

Lin Fan took the tablet from the Fatty and casually turned it off, "I am in real industry, I don't play with fake things. Want to challenge me? Go verify your assets first."

"If your assets don't exceed 1 billion, you are not qualified to be my opponent."

Killing the person and condemning the heart.

Qin Feng's face instantly became extremely ugly.

Since he couldn't win with money, he would speak with his fists!

Boom!

The carpet under Qin Feng's feet exploded instantly.

He turned into a golden afterimage, pouncing towards Lin Fan.

His right hand formed a claw, his five fingers covered in sharp Geng Metal Qi, aiming straight for Lin Fan's throat.

This strike did not hold back.

He truly had the intention to kill.

"Watch out!"

Su Qingxue exclaimed, wanting to rush up and block in front of Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan was faster than her.

Or rather, Lin Fan didn't move at all.

He just watched Qin Feng pouncing over quietly.

A terrifying aura, several times stronger than Qin Feng's, suddenly erupted from within Lin Fan.

If Qin Feng's aura was a sharp knife.

Then Lin Fan's aura was a heavy mountain.

That was the pressure belonging to the Martial Master Realm!

And not an ordinary Martial Master.

It was a terrifying pressure reinforced by the S-Rank [Indestructible Golden Body], with physical strength comparable to a Half-step Grandmaster.

The air seemed to solidify in this instant.

Qin Feng felt as if he had run into an invisible wall.

His forward momentum was forcibly stopped.

Immediately after.

That overwhelming pressure crashed down from above his head.

Crack!

The bones in Qin Feng's knees made a crisp sound.

"Ah!"

He let out a roar of unwillingness, desperately trying to drive the spiritual energy in his body to resist.

Although Lin Fan was only a low-level Martial Master, he had killed Lord-level exotic beasts and had rolled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His aura contained true murderous intent.

How could it be compared to a flower in a greenhouse like Qin Feng?

Plop!

In the eyes of everyone who was terrified and astonished.

That arrogant Young Master Qin from Kyoto.

Kneeling heavily on the floor with both knees.

Kneeling in front of Lin Fan.

The floor shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Qin Feng supported himself on the ground with both hands, sweating profusely, his face flushed red, and veins popping out on his neck.

He wanted to stand up.

But one of Lin Fan's hands rested gently on his shoulder.

Just like pressing down on a Five Finger Mountain.

Not moving a bit.

"Young Master Qin."

Lin Fan bent down and leaned into Qin Feng's ear.

His voice was very soft, yet it clearly drilled into Qin Feng's ears.

"Money, you can't compare to me."

"Fighting, you can't beat me either."

"Is this the proud son of heaven from Kyoto?"

Lin Fan patted Qin Feng's cheek; the damage was not high, but the insult was extremely strong.

"If that's the case, then I am very disappointed."

The whole place was dead silent.

Su Changhe opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Su Qingxue covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

She knew Lin Fan had become stronger.

But she didn't expect him to be this strong.

Even the proud son of heaven from Kyoto had no power to fight back in front of him.

Qin Feng gasped for breath.

The anger of being humiliated gradually faded.

Replaced by a deep sense of shock.

He was an expert.

He had felt it during that moment of exchange just now.

The kind of power contained within Lin Fan, that pure, violent physical strength.

That was an instinct that could only be forged in real life-and-death combat.

This young man, who was even younger than him.

Was a monster.

Qin Feng raised his head.

Looking at Lin Fan's face that was filled with invincibility.

Suddenly.

He laughed.

It was no longer that condescending sneer, nor that furious, angry grin.

But a smile as if he had discovered a new continent.

"A bit interesting."

Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the anger in his eyes turning into fanaticism.

"1.2 billion in cash, Martial Master Realm cultivation, and this kind of terrifying pressure."

"Lin Fan, interesting."