Supremely Talented Tyrant

Clang!

The beer bottle shattered in an instant, shards scattering across the ground!

Brother Huoniu's whole head blossomed like a flower, as pieces of glass plunged into his eyeball—it looked like that eye was done for.

"Ah… Fuck! Kill him for me!!!"

Brother Huoniu, after all a ruthless man, commanded his subordinates to kill Hao Jian instead of howling in pain as he hit the ground.

The dozen or so underlings raised their knives high, their ferocious gazes fixed on Hao Jian.

Hao Jian, hands in his pockets, met their stares, "So you all want to end up in the hospital, huh?"

The dozen underlings all took a step back, actually intimidated by Hao Jian alone.

"Chop him up! Who the hell do you roll with?"

Brother Huoniu, seeing his men not moving, trembled with rage.

Hearing this, a fierce ruthlessness flashed across the faces of the underlings, and all of them swung their knives at Hao Jian.

Swish, swish, swish!

"Hao Jian, watch out!" Zhang Qiuya yelled in fright.

On the contrary, Che Xiaoxiao was unusually calm because she had seen Hao Jian's skills and was full of confidence in him.

Hao Jian spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, aiming it right into one of their eyes, causing the man to cry out in pain from the burn.

Then his hands moved like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, striking out fiercely; his palms flickered wildly, smack, smack, smack, sending the dozen underlings in front of him flying back in an instant.

"Fuck… Fucking hell…"

Those underlings glanced at their now twisted and deformed knives with shocked expressions—had this guy just destroyed their steel knives with his bare hands?

Is this... some kind of special effect?

But Hao Jian didn't give them a chance to hesitate, charging into the crowd. After a flurry of punches and kicks, all of them were down.

And at that moment, Zhang Qiuya and the others were frozen stiff!

They didn't know how to describe their emotions; from the time these people surrounded Hao Jian to the time they were all lying on the ground, not even a minute had passed. Was this guy Zhao Zilong reincarnate?

Almost everyone thought Hao Jian was done for and were considering whether to help him out, but Hao Jian had resolved it all by himself.

After knocking them to the ground, he wasn't finished; he continued on to the next person, stepping on his knee, and with a 'crack', shattered the man's kneecap in an instant.

Then the second, the third...

The crowd only felt their hearts pounding wildly, completely stunned!

Watching the gangsters on the ground screaming in agony, cold sweat appeared on everyone's foreheads!

So... so ruthless!

Qian Shaohang felt as if his scalp was exploding, a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead!

Hao Jian's ferocity had nearly scared him witless—what if Hao Jian took a dislike to him and did the same to him?

Dozens of people, all one by one, had a leg ruined by Hao Jian, who throughout remained calm as if he was doing something utterly mundane.

After all that, Hao Jian slowly lifted his head, noticing everyone looking at him with awe, he paused, scratched his head, and asked in confusion:

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What's up?

What the fuck do you mean, what's up? Holy shit!

"You... you went a bit too far, didn't you? It would've been enough to just beat them up; was there really a need to cripple them?"

Zhang Qiuya said with a stiff expression, feeling scared after witnessing Hao Jian's actions. She felt that Hao Jian was even more terrifying than this Brother Huoniu.

This guy was simply inhumane, breaking someone's leg as if it were as simple as eating and drinking!

Before Brother Huoniu took action, there would be some emotional fluctuation, but Hao Jian had none. That ease and casualness, that indifference, as though it wasn't his first time doing such things.

Not only did Zhang Qiuya feel this way, Situ Ming and the others did too. They couldn't help but speculate about Hao Jian's identity. In their eyes, Hao Jian could be gentler than a lamb when calm, but more ferocious than a starving wolf when provoked.

"Not necessary? I don't think so. Looking at them, you should know this isn't their first time doing this kind of thing. If left unchecked, more people will suffer at their hands," Hao Jian explained, deliberately slowing his tone:

"Think about it carefully, what would have happened if I had not appeared here today? At that time, would you still think they deserve pity?"

Everyone was silent, their mouths revealing bitter smiles. The thought was unbearable; had it truly come to that, they could only have watched as Che Xiaoxiao was taken away.

The fate that Che Xiaoxiao would have faced...

Thinking about their previous disrespect towards Hao Jian, and then the fact that he turned around and saved them, they felt a strange sense of guilt.

"In order to prevent them from harming others, I had no choice but to cripple them. I have a saying: 'If the price of a mistake is too small, then one cannot restrain the latent beast within oneself!'"

Hao Jian said without expression, feeling he must do this, and that the people should pay the price for their actions.

"We're not saying what you did was wrong, we're just worried that you've made such a big scene, it might not end well," Elder Qiu hurriedly explained.

"You don't need to worry about that, I have ways to deal with it," Hao Jian replied confidently. A mere dozen gangsters were nothing he couldn't handle.

With that, everyone's curiosity about Hao Jian's identity increased.

"Don't mess around. My boss is top dog in East City District. If you touch me, he'll make sure you regret it," Brother Huoniu said, still trying to intimidate, even though he saw Hao Jian take down all his underlings single-handedly.

"Then let him come. My name is Hao Jian; I'll be waiting," Hao Jian replied, shrugging. He grabbed Brother Huoniu by the hair and flung him fiercely out of the hotel; Brother Huoniu went flying out the door.

Zhang Qiuya and the others were shocked by Hao Jian's move. Brother Huoniu, who weighed at least two hundred pounds, was tossed out with just one hand.

They looked Hao Jian up and down, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't reconcile Hao Jian's physique with his ability to throw Brother Huoniu out.

"Come on, let's drink," Hao Jian said, plopping down at the bar.

"Oh, oh."

The crowd seemed to awaken from a dream and began picking up their glasses hesitantly.

At that moment, in Zhang Qiuya's gaze towards Hao Jian, there seemed to be a hint of something indescribable.

She had admired Qian Shaohang's talent, but after today's event, she was utterly disappointed in him.

Yet, Hao Jian appeared before them like a Heavenly God descending, resolving the crisis with ease. Zhang Qiuya felt as if there was a deer scampering around inside her.

But just then, Hao Jian suddenly turned his head to look at Qian Shaohang:

"Aren't you going to scram?"

A man who can't even protect the woman he likes is simply a waster.

As Hao Jian spoke, almost everyone glared at Qian Shaohang, angered by his previous behavior.

Qian Shaohang's face became so dark it was almost dripping, his fists clenched, feeling deeply humiliated.

"Qian Shaohang, from now on, we're no longer friends. My bar no longer welcomes you; just go," Situ Ming echoed along.

"Right, you call us brothers in daily life, but turn your back at the critical moment. You're such a pitiful person. Just scram!" the guitarist scolded.