159: Chapter 160 This King of Soldiers comes with an all-powerful system, and is said to be proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
The ruthlessness in that kid's eyes was about to spill off the screen.
Qin Yuan sat in a large leather chair, tapping his fingers twice on the solid wood desk.
"Alright then, this rebirth drama is quite entertaining."
He bit down on an unlit cigar.
"But Boss, this guy is a bit weird."
Gu Qianqian grabbed the half-bottle of cola on the desk and took a swig.
"Besides being reborn, he also brought a system with him. It's called something like the 'All-Powerful Soldier King System'."
She wiped the brown liquid stain from the corner of her mouth.
"All-powerful?"
Qin Yuan raised an eyebrow and took the cigar into his hand.
"What can this system do? Help him wash his underwear?"
"No."
Gu Qianqian swallowed the gas in her mouth and burped.
"He knows everything—from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, to cooking and medicine. He even knows how to operate an excavator and provide postpartum care for sows."
She pushed the tablet forward.
On it was the data for Long Aotian over the past few months.
"Relying on this system, he took first place in the military district competition."
"Not only that, but last time a high-ranking official at the military hospital had an old ailment flare up, and the experts were helpless."
"This kid went up and applied a few acupuncture needles, and the official was jumping around in good health."
"Even at last month's cultural performance, he went up on stage on a whim and played a piano piece, completely mesmerizing the Commander-in-Chief's granddaughter."
Gu Qianqian smacked her lips and grabbed a handful of potato chips, stuffing them into her mouth.
"This isn't a 'Soldier King'; this is Doraemon's pocket come to life."
Qin Yuan picked up the tablet and swiped a couple of times.
On the screen, Long Aotian was wearing a crisp military uniform, with a girl in a white dress standing next to him.
The girl was looking at him with stars in her eyes.
"The Commander-in-Chief's granddaughter, Sun Xueer."
Qin Yuan read the name aloud.
"Trying to use a marriage alliance to leverage the military's power to suppress my Qin Family."
"A pretty good plan."
He threw the tablet onto the desk with a dull thud.
"These days, are even reborn people starting to take the 'soft rice' route?"
Afu was standing to the side, wiping a shotgun with a dry rag.
The gun barrel emitted a dark, cold glint.
"Young Master, would you like this old servant to take a trip to the military district and manufacture an accident for him?"
His withered fingers caressed the trigger.
"For example, a misfire or a training accident."
"No need."
Qin Yuan waved his hand and fished out the solid gold windproof lighter from the side.
"Click."
A deep blue flame flared up, lighting the cigar.
"Since he wants to play the 'all-powerful' persona."
He took a puff and exhaled a cloud of gray-white smoke.
"Then we shall peel his skin off right where he is most confident."
He glanced at the schedule on the tablet.
"Tonight, Sun Xueer's birthday banquet."
"Let's go meet this Doraemon."
Night fell.
In the capital, the Sun Family compound.
This place was usually heavily guarded.
Tonight, it was packed with luxury cars, an exception to the rule.
The banquet hall was brightly lit.
Various exquisite desserts were laid out on long tables, but no one touched them.
Everyone held wine glasses, chatting in small groups.
The air was a mix of perfume, smoke, alcohol, and a hint of barbecue.
"Young Master Qin is here."
Someone shouted.
The originally noisy hall fell silent for a second.
Everyone's gaze turned toward the entrance in unison.
Qin Yuan was wearing a pure black handmade suit, no tie, collar open.
He strode in, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.
Afu followed behind like a shadow.
Carrying a long black leather case in his hand.
"Qin Yuan..."
In the crowd.
Long Aotian was holding a glass of champagne, his fingers tightening sharply around the stem of the goblet.
The glass made a faint "creak" sound.
He stared at the person who had swaggered in.
The pain from his past life, when his bones were shattered, seemed to emerge from the depths of his soul again.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent.
"It's not the time yet."
He said to himself in his heart.
"Once I win over Sun Xueer and secure the Sun Family's support, Qin Yuan, your death will be at hand."
He adjusted his military uniform collar and put on a confident smile.
"Aotian, you said you had a surprise for me earlier?"
Sun Xueer was wearing a white evening gown, fluttering over like a butterfly.
She took Long Aotian's arm, her chest pressed against him.
"Yes, it's prepared for you."
Long Aotian patted the back of her hand.
He glanced at the pure white grand piano in the center of the hall.
That was a Steinway that the Sun Family had spent a fortune shipping back from abroad.
He walked over.
Sat down in front of the piano.
His movements were elegant, like a true aristocrat.
The people in the hall quieted down, looking at the young man who had been stealing the spotlight in the military district recently.
"What is this kid trying to do?"
Someone whispered.
"I heard he plays the piano extremely well; he really stole the show at the last cultural performance."
"A soldier, and he knows this too?"
Long Aotian ignored the murmurs.
He closed his eyes.
"System, activate 'God-level Piano Master' skill."
He recited silently in his heart.
[Skill activated, consumed 500 points.]
A familiar stream of memory flooded his mind, and his fingers instantly became incredibly agile.
He opened his eyes.
He raised his hands and placed them on the black and white keys.
He took a deep breath.
His fingertips were ready to descend.
He looked up provocatively, glancing not far away.
Qin Yuan was standing next to a bar counter.
Holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a faint circle of fingerprints on the rim of the glass.
His eyes were languid, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile hung on the corners of his lips.
Their gazes collided in the air.
Long Aotian's gaze was like a knife.
Qin Yuan's gaze was like looking at a monkey.
"Today, I'll let you see."
Long Aotian sneered in his heart.
"What a true all-powerful genius is."
His fingers pressed down sharply.
Preparing to play that stunning "Chopin Etude" that would amaze the whole room.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the keys.
Qin Yuan's hand suddenly moved.