Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Ahhh!"

Following Spice Ginger's order, Big Fatty and the others grinned viciously. One of them pinned Wu Cheng to the table while the other three punched and kicked him, giving Wu Cheng a thorough beating.

However, Big Fatty and his crew didn't use much force, they merely wanted Wu Cheng to feel the pain. But the type of pain this method inflicted was even harder to endure.

Screams of agony erupted repeatedly from Wu Cheng's mouth, his face turning blue and swollen in various spots.

"Are you going to kneel?!"

A minute later, after Big Fatty and the others had landed nearly a hundred punches on Wu Cheng, they finally stopped, glaring at Wu Cheng with malice before pressing him onto Hao Jian's desk.

"Kneel..."

Wu Cheng was on the verge of tears. He had merely hesitated for a moment, yet faced such physical suffering. Despite the pain, his heart burned more with anger than anything else.

How dare they! He was Wu Cheng, the son of Wu Jing, and in Hua City, no one dared to provoke him. Not only had this group beaten him, but they also humiliated him; this enmity must be avenged!

"Damn it... these bastards!"

Wu Cheng glanced at his bodyguards, but unfortunately, after being pummeled by Fatty, none of them could get back on their feet and were still lying on the ground, wailing continuously.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng's anger only escalated, but he dared not reveal anything on his face. He feared that if he showed just a little bit, these people would not hesitate to rain fists upon him again.

When under another's roof, one must bow their head.

Once I get out of this, I'll make sure my father gets all of you arrested!

A flash of malice crossed Wu Cheng's eyes quickly, disappearing just as fast, unnoticed by Spice Ginger and the others. However, Hao Jian caught sight of that flicker of hatred, and his eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smirk playing inside.

His thoughts spun quickly, and Wu Cheng was about to bend his knee to kneel, his teeth clenched, his lowered head trembling slightly.

In those eyes, unseen by anyone, as his head lowered, they revealed a thick sense of resentment. It had always been others who knelt before him, Wu Cheng, so why should he kneel to anyone now?!

Wu Cheng's knees bent slowly, inching nearer to the ground, but just then, Hao Jian's indifferent voice suddenly cut through.

"Forget it."

Hao Jian's eyes showed not a trace of emotion, as calm as still water. Under the dumbfounded looks of Spice Ginger and the others, he spoke flatly, "You don't need to kneel."

Though Hao Jian didn't oppose others kneeling to him, it depended on who was kneeling. As for Wu Cheng, he found it utterly distasteful. Making him kneel would only sicken him more.

Hao Jian clapped his hands together, then slowly waved them, and simultaneously, his emotionless voice declared, causing the astonishment on Spice Ginger and the others' faces to twist into cold smiles.

"Destroy him..."

"Destroy?! What do you mean?!"

Hearing Hao Jian's words, Wu Cheng was stunned. Didn't he say not to make him kneel? Why say something like this now, what does it mean?

"Heh!"

Spice Ginger sneered at Wu Cheng, saying, "What does it mean? It means you'll never see the sun rise again!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Cheng's face turned ghostly pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably, his eyes flickering uncertainly, before he finally shouted loudly, "I am Wu Jing's son! You can't do this!"

"If my father finds out, none of you will live either!"

On hearing this, Spice Ginger's expression grew increasingly mocking. Big Fatty and the others also appeared scornful. Wu Jing? He was merely their subordinate. Did he think a mere subordinate could make them fear for their lives?

Spice Ginger couldn't be bothered to say more to Wu Cheng, snorting coldly, "Wu Jing, eh?! Do you know whose subordinate your father Wu Jing really is?!"

"Spice Ginger! That's me, Spice Ginger! Damn it, how could a shrewd guy like Wu Jing have such a useless son as you?!"

"You think I'm one of Wu Jing's subordinates?! Haha! Looks like that guy has even shared his ambitions with his son, he must really care for you!"

Wu Jing was indeed one of Spice Ginger's subordinates, but his skills weren't impressive; his cunning was more his forte, adept at psychological warfare. Since entering their ranks, he had already instigated quite a few subordinates, and with that, Wu Jing had been complacent.

Little did he know, from the moment he became Spice Ginger's subordinate and started his schemes, Spice Ginger had long been aware of him. It could be said that all of Wu Jing's movements were under Spice Ginger's watchful eyes.

This kind of man wants to go against Spice Ginger?!

"Sp–Spice Ginger?!"

Being Wu Jing's son, Wu Cheng was fully aware of the implications of Spice Ginger, even more so after just stating that Spice Ginger was his father's subordinate!

"Help! Help! Somebody help!"

Upon figuring out all the connections, Wu Cheng suddenly panicked, crawling to Hao Jian's feet, clutching Hao Jian's legs tightly, while repeatedly banging his head against the solid wooden table leg.

When Spice Ginger had spoken, Wu Cheng knew that his small life was in real jeopardy.

The only person who could save him was the man standing before him. After all, even Spice Ginger treated this person with respect. If he could build a good relationship with him, wouldn't he escape death?

However, Wu Cheng had forgotten that it was this very man who wanted him dead...

"Spice Ginger, handle him."

Hao Jian wasn't bothered to waste words with such a person. He simply kicked him aside, then glanced at Spice Ginger and smiled.

"Boss, I'll take care of it!"

Before Spice Ginger could react, Big Fatty reached out and grabbed Wu Cheng, who had been kicked away by Hao Jian, and grinned, "Kid, let me show you a good time!"

He grabbed Wu Cheng's right leg with one hand and suddenly applied force!

"Crunch!"

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A gut-wrenching scream erupted from Wu Cheng's throat at that moment, as Big Fatty broke his right leg. And then, Big Fatty placed his hand on Wu Cheng's other leg and broke that one too.

People who were watching frowned and were horrified. Treating people like they weren't human at all! A perfectly good person, his legs broken just like that...

"Boss, let's take care of it somewhere else."

While it was necessary to kill someone, it couldn't be done in such a public place. Even though Hao Jian wouldn't face any consequences, they, as his subordinates, needed to consider their boss's safety. This wasn't a trivial matter, especially since Young Master Hao's woman was present, they couldn't let it get bloodthirsty.

"Alright, go ahead."

Spice Ginger nodded, agreeing with Big Fatty's suggestion.

"Okay."

The four of them, including Big Fatty, withdrew with Wu Cheng, who had already lost consciousness. Being carried by Big Fatty, Wu Cheng's legs dragged on the ground, twisted irregularly, while his body convulsed slightly, his face contorted.

"Spice Ginger, you should head back too. Leave the rest to me to handle."

Upon hearing this, Spice Ginger glanced at Lin Qingxue, who was still sitting on the ground, her eyes vacant, and nodded, "Alright, Young Master Hao, call me if you need anything."

"Mm."

Hao Jian nodded and then stood up, walking towards Lin Qingxue. Spice Ginger took out a stack of cash, roughly estimated at forty or fifty thousand, and tossed it onto the restaurant's counter before he and his men, including Big Fatty and Wu Cheng, got into a car and left the restaurant.

"Alright, it's over now..."

Hao Jian approached Lin Qingxue and, seeing her so fragile, felt a pang in his heart, his face filled with tenderness. Although he was only here to gauge Lin Qingxue's feelings towards him, he didn't expect that in just a few days, her emotions had become so intense.

This left Hao Jian very conflicted. He already had many admirers around him, initially intending to cut this red thread quickly if Lin Qingxue's feelings were mild. Unfortunately, he had miscalculated.

Since he was wrong, Hao Jian could only make amends...

Slowly, Hao Jian embraced Lin Qingxue, who was crouching on the ground. His face showed a smile and his voice was gentle and soft, floating into Lin Qingxue's ear, causing her body to shiver slightly.

"..."

Lin Qingxue instinctively tried to escape the warmth of the embrace, but as soon as her hands started to move, they were gently captured by another set of warm hands.

"This time, I was wrong..."

Hao Jian smiled gently, his clear and bright eyes fixed on Lin Qingxue. Looking at her, he asked, "Did you really feel like I was ignoring you this time?"

"Drip... Drip..."

Tears involuntarily streamed down Lin Qingxue's eyes again, her moist gaze suddenly lifted towards Hao Jian, her delicate face filled with a pitiable hue.

Faced with Hao Jian's question, Lin Qingxue remained silent, not answering. Her teary eyes kept looking at Hao Jian, and at some point, her small hands broke free from Hao Jian's hold, landing heavily on Hao Jian's chest...

"Thud, thud, thud!"

She pounded again and again, biting her teeth, tears continuously falling, yet her small hands kept hammering on Hao Jian's chest, creating faint sounds.

Hao Jian, still wearing a warm smile, tolerated Lin Qingxue's hits, while the gentleness in his eyes gradually spread, softening.

"Wailing!"

Perhaps exhausted from pounding, Lin Qingxue suddenly burst into tears, her hands turning from pounding to gripping, clutching Hao Jian's clothing, burying her head forcefully into Hao Jian's chest, crying loudly, tears quickly soaking Hao Jian's shirt.

"It's okay... It's okay... I'm here..."

Hao Jian's mouth curled into a smile, his hand gently patting Lin Qingxue's back, trying to soothe her sobs to prevent her from choking.

They embraced there, one wearing a smile, the other shedding tears, as if for an eternity.