Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Haha! Go!"

With Spice Ginger's loud roar, his followers rushed into the restaurant, which was less than three hundred square meters.

"Move!"

As for the waiter, he was grabbed by Spice Ginger and thrown aside, panic evident on his face, no longer showing any previous smugness.

His trembling legs betrayed his current fear, along with his dread of Hao Jian—these people were called by that guy!

It's over, it's over! I'm going to lose my job now!

With a bitter heart, the waiter couldn't believe that Hao Jian, whom he thought was a poor wretch, could call so many people?! But there were no rumors of his presence in the local area!

"Go stand in the corner for a while, someone might run out soon..."

After Spice Ginger and his men charged inside, Hao Jian chuckled softly, pulling Zhao Yating aside, keeping some distance from the restaurant entrance.

"Ah! Help!"

"There's trouble!"

"Run away!"

"..."

Just as the two of them reached the wall, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the restaurant single door, panic-stricken. Seeing this, Zhao Yating understood instantly.

Clearly, if they hadn't moved away from the entrance just now, they might have been directly pushed away by the panicking crowd, possibly ending up like the waiter lying on the ground moaning.

"Hehe, let's go, let's watch the show!"

Once most of the people had left, Hao Jian chuckled, took Zhao Yating's hand, and walked toward the restaurant entrance, ignoring the waiter as he walked past him. He lowered his eyes and sneered, leading the way into the restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, the sounds of Spice Ginger and his followers smashing tables and hurling insults could be heard...

"Damn it! What a lousy restaurant, eating here requires so many damn rules. Fatty, I just don't like you today!"

"Exactly, exactly, we're set on smashing up this place today. If you don't want to suffer, just scram and don't linger here getting in the way!"

"Haha, Boss, why waste so many words with this guy!? Young Master Hao told us to demolish his store, then let's do it. Be careful not to upset Young Master Hao!"

"You're the smart one. Brothers, smash everything! Anything intact, smash it all! I find it annoying to look at!"

"Spare me!"

Seeing them smash his restaurant, the manager's face looked as though someone had died, unusually grim and bitter. After all, this store wasn't his!

If the boss asks about it, he might lose his job and even have to compensate the boss a hefty sum, which itself was astronomical!

Despite the many items in the store, they couldn't withstand so many people smashing things here!

"What the hell did I do to deserve all this crap today?"

With his bitter dry lips, the manager looked at the almost-smashed restaurant, feeling even more bitter—it was like someone was taking his life!

"Please, Bosses, have mercy on me! I... I..."

"Hey, Fatty, keep talking, and I'll cut your tongue out! This is Young Master Hao's order, it won't matter even if you die in front of us!"

A skinny Bamboo Pole underling, sneering, patted the manager's shoulder, speaking meaningfully.

"Young Master Hao, who is Young Master Hao? Boss, I'm begging you... just tell me!"

"Haha, there she is, Young Master Hao!"

Saying this, the underling pointed at Hao Jian, with a strange grin on his face. With Young Master Hao's current level of dissatisfaction with the restaurant, this guy might be thrown away if he goes over!

Hehe, there's a show to watch!

Upon hearing this, the manager's face lit up—knowing who was in charge made things easier. At that point, just giving some money might resolve it, right?

Thinking the matter had a breakthrough, the manager's complexion improved somewhat. Following the underling's hand, he looked over, and with that look, his expression froze completely.

"He...he is your boss?!"

Seeing Hao Jian at that moment, the manager's expression was indescribably colorful—this guy, whom he previously regarded as a poor wretch, turned out to be the boss of over a hundred people?!

In that instant, a wave of despair surged from his heart, deep helplessness spreading within his body—this person...this person...

Alas, only give it a try!

The manager sighed inwardly, then, with difficulty, moved his feet toward Hao Jian, braving himself, said, "Sir, it was my oversight before, I failed to recognize the greatness before me, I apologize!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Hmm?"

Just stepping inside, why did the manager suddenly run up to him to apologize? Hao Jian was somewhat taken aback, his eyes quickly scanning the restaurant, a slight curve forming on his lips, understanding in his heart.

It seems those little minions betrayed him. He shrugged indifferently, sneered, and said, "If apologies worked, what's the point of having the police?!"

"Don't bother me again, or don't blame me for being merciless! Smashing up the place was showing mercy. Otherwise, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?!"

After saying this, Hao Jian ignored the manager and pulled Zhao Yating over to Spice Ginger and the others. Seeing Hao Jian coming, Spice Ginger and the others immediately stopped what they were doing and stood respectfully in place. Then, as Hao Jian approached a certain distance, a sudden loud shout was heard.

"Hello, Young Master Hao!"

"Mhm!"

With a light laugh, Hao Jian waved his hand and said, "You guys continue, just leave me two chairs!"

At his words, two underlings quickly and carefully moved two chairs behind Hao Jian and Zhao Yating, gently placed them down, and respectfully said, "Young Master Hao, please have a seat!"

...............

"What to do?!"

Seeing Hao Jian ignoring him, the manager's face grew more and more anxious. He wanted to apologize, but they wouldn't accept it! Unable to come up with any solution, his heart was filled with despair.

"I've got it! The Young Master and the others are still inside the private room!"

Suddenly, the manager thought of Zhong Xing and the others, and his heart lifted with joy, feeling fortunate. He quickly stepped toward the stairs and headed up.

The events of today had to be stopped; otherwise, he'd have no explanation for the boss once asked. In this critical moment that concerned whether his job was at stake, time became even more pressing.

Surely the Young Master will agree, after all, that guy had offended him before…

Remembering the grudge between Hao Jian and Zhong Xing and the others at the restaurant entrance, the manager's eyes grew more determined and he felt more confident about persuading Zhong Xing and the others to take action!

It's worth noting that the private rooms in the restaurant had excellent soundproofing; no matter how noisy it was outside, nothing could be heard inside.

In the midst of toasting and laughter, the private room echoed with loud laughter. The 1982 Lafite, XO, and other drinks were already empty, and the table of delicacies was nearly finished. Each of the six people had rosy faces.

"Haha! Come on! Drink up! If it's not enough, order more. I've got plenty of money!"

Zhong Xing's wildly arrogant words echoed constantly in the private room. His face was flushed, occasionally hiccuping, and his eyes were blurred while his footsteps were unsteady.

"Eh... Big Dragon, why... why do you have two brothers now?!"

"Haha! Big Bing, you too, you have two more brothers than Big Dragon!"

"I... hic! Am I... seeing... seeing things wrong?! Why... why do you all suddenly have brothers?!"

Drunkenly, Zhong Xing suddenly looked at his own hand with a bewildered face and mumbled, "Why do I have three hands now?! Eh... no, I... I have six hands!"

"Haha! I have three heads and six arms now!"

"B... Boss! Look... look here, how many..."

Wei Long stretched out a finger in front of Zhong Xing, hiccuping, and spoke.

Though Wei Long had studied Martial Arts, and even experienced several life-and-death fights, his physique was well-trained and naturally managed the alcohol with ease.

Though his speech was a bit stuttering, his eyes remained clear, evidently showing his mind wasn't affected by the alcohol.

"Hehe... Big Dragon, isn't this three?!"

"No... this... this is one, Young Master, you're drunk!"

"I'm not drunk!"

Zhong Xing shouted in a low voice, picked up the wine glass, downed it in one gulp, exhaled a breath, and laughed, "Today we won't leave until we're drunk! With so much fine wine and food, it'd be a shame if I don't finish them!"

"Bang!"

As the group was drinking happily, the door of the private room was suddenly slammed open. Hearing the sound, Wei Long's face suddenly darkened, a glint of cold light flitted through his eyes, and his hand swiftly reached towards his waist, stomping on the ground, and leaping in front of Zhong Xing. As for the other underlings, he didn't pay them any mind.

"Who is it?!"

A low growl came from his mouth, a hint of killing intent revealed, though so faint that it was barely noticeable.

"I... it's me!"

The manager's trembling voice called out from the doorway, and then a stout man rushed in through the door, dropping to his knees with a thud.

"Young Master, you must stand up for me!"

After kneeling, before Zhong Xing and the others could react, the manager's panicked voice broke out.

"Hmm?! What's going on?!"

A staggering Zhong Xing suddenly heard the manager's voice, and his eyes regained some clarity. He took the glass of water passed by Wei Long, drank a sip, and asked.

"It... it's that kid!"

The manager immediately recounted the events outside to Zhong Xing and the others, finishing with a furious expression.

"Leave this to me!"

After all, having eaten their meal, it's a simple matter to handle this on their behalf, considering it as the meal cost settled!