Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Qiushui had no idea about these things."

With an expression shifting between gloom and light, Murong Xiao's tightly clenched fists relaxed and gripped again, betraying the unease churning within him. After a moment, his inner turmoil gave way to a resigned sigh.

He did not yet wish to make an enemy of Hao Jian. The Murong Family, with all its vast business and wealth, could contend with Hao Jian without necessarily losing much, but he feared that if both sides were to suffer from such a conflict, it might benefit a third party fishing in troubled waters.

Since Hao Jian required two hours to be in the Capital City, aside from agreeing, what else could he do? Besides fearing Hao Jian to some extent, he was also concerned about Qiushui's safety.

Among families like theirs, cases of brothers turning against each other were not rare. However, if Murong Yeyun were to kill Qiushui, Hao Jian, that mad dog, would certainly not spare Murong Yeyun. If Murong Yeyun and Qiushui were to die, who else in the Murong Family could take on the mantle—Murong Chengkong? Murong Xiao was not at ease.

Therefore, what he truly cared about was not Murong Qiushui or Murong Yeyun, but the very foundation of the Murong Family.

In ancient times, the Imperial Family; and in this era, the Murong Family.

"You may leave…"

Having sorted through his thoughts, Murong Xiao's eyes closed and then snapped open, returning to their original murkiness. Catching a glimpse of Murong Chengkong, who was still standing there, he waved his hand dismissively and spoke indifferently.

"Understood…"

Although Murong Chengkong was emotionally stirred by Murong Xiao's capacity for restraint and saddened by his inaction, his objective had been achieved. Staying any longer would be unwise, hence he bowed respectfully to Murong Xiao and turned to leave.

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Jin'an Club.

"With these documents, maybe I can take down Murong Yeyun, huh?"

Upon leaving the Jin'an Club, Hao Jian clutched a thick stack of files, glancing down at the documents in his hands with the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a cold smirk.

Casually tossing the files onto the passenger seat of his car, Hao Jian started the vehicle. The car's engine roared to life; with a whoosh, he sped away from the location.

His destination was none other than the direction of the Murong Family residence…

What was left behind was the Jin'an Club, now in disarray because of Hao Jian's actions. When he had entered, the security personnel had even dared to open fire on him directly, which was why, in the end, every security staff member had been knocked unconscious by a punch or a chop of Hao Jian's hand.

As for the other patrons, they had long been frightened off by the scene, and Huzi's men, acting on Hao Jian's instructions, had not bothered to stop them. Thus, Hao Jian had easily obtained the things he wanted.

"Evidence of the collusion between Murong Yeyun and Ye Wenying…"

Driving down the road, Hao Jian glanced at the documents beside him, shook his head slightly, and murmured to himself, "These pieces of evidence are only enough to take down Murong Yeyun, not sufficient to take down Ye Family's Ye Wenying, but it's enough!"

Soon, Hao Jian arrived at the gates of the Murong Family mansion. He looked up at the foreboding Murong Family residence and scoffed disdainfully before driving his car up to the mansion's entrance.

No matter how the house stewards of the Murong Family reacted, Hao Jian brazenly blocked the gate with his car, then opened the door, got out, and with a leap, cleared the entrance, striding toward Murong Xiao's courtyard.

The bodyguards and servants he encountered on the way did not dare to hinder Hao Jian; after all, this was someone who had free rein to come and go in the Murong Family home. How could they dare to obstruct him?

Meanwhile, as Hao Jian made his way to Murong Xiao's location, Murong Chengkong also received word and his expression shifted abruptly. He immediately hurried out of his room and, with a point of his toe on the ground, sprinted fast toward Murong Xiao's courtyard.

Once at the courtyard gate, Murong Chengkong called out anxiously, "Grandfather, this is bad! Hao Jian has come back!"

"What did you say!? That bastard kid dares to return?!"

Hearing this news, Murong Xiao's face turned furious within his room, seething with rage. Two hours had not yet passed, and according to reason, Hao Jian should be racing around the Capital City right now; he shouldn't have the time to come back to the Murong Family, right?!

Could it be that he had already found Murong Yeyun?!

Unable to figure out the reason, Murong Xiao quickly rose from the sofa, intending to check the situation outside, but the next moment, he stiffened in place as soon as he stood up.

"Haha, how are you, Old Master Murong?"

A hearty laugh echoed from the courtyard into the room, and Murong Xiao turned his head with a grim expression to focus on the room's doorway.

There, a silhouette emerged slowly, and right behind this figure, another figure shuffled forward with trembling steps.

"My Murong Family does not welcome unwelcome guests!"

Murong Xiao did not offer Hao Jian any face, speaking coldly.

"Haha, whether it's an unwelcome guest or not, we'll know in a moment." Hao Jian ignored Murong Xiao's attitude completely. Anyways, Murong Family definitely couldn't keep him there. He directly sat down on the soft sofa, not in the least bit acting like a guest. From the look of it, it seemed as if he was the master of the house here.

"Speak up if you have something to say. Spit it out if you have to!"

"No rush, no rush. Take a look at this first, then we can talk terms."

With that, Hao Jian took out the documents he had acquired from the Sishui Accounting House and other Murong Family businesses, casually tossed them, and they landed on the table in front of Murong Xiao.

"Hmph!"

At Hao Jian's words, Murong Xiao merely snorted coldly, then immediately grabbed the documents from the table and started to read. Murong Chengkong, who stood by watching the confrontation, was completely ignored by the two men. This oversight filled him with rage, yet he was powerless to intervene.

"What?! This?!"

After scanning the documents, Murong Xiao's face changed dramatically. He slammed his hand onto the table so hard that one corner of the table cracked, a clear sign of the turmoil within him.

"Old Master, take your time to read it. Even if you get angry after reading, that wouldn't be too late."

Hao Jian remained comfortably seated, legs crossed, casually picking up a cup of still-warm pre-Ming West Lake Longjing Tea. He didn't even taste it, just swallowed it in one gulp.

If it were any other time, this act would have certainly caused tea-loving Murong Xiao's face to twitch, but now, he didn't have the spare energy to pay attention to Hao Jian.

"These documents, I thought I had them destroyed!"

After reading the documents, Murong Xiao's hands shook as he put the papers down with a ghastly expression, then he threw them back to Hao Jian. These were critical documents for Murong Family, and he didn't dare harm them because they were all copies—the originals were still with Hao Jian!

This meant even if he destroyed these, Hao Jian could easily produce countless more if he wanted. It had to be said, this time Hao Jian had indeed caught him in a vulnerable position...

"Hehe, now that you've read them, let's have a good talk about terms," said Hao Jian, slowly putting down his teacup, his smile directed at Murong Xiao.

The documents contained evidence not only of Murong Yeyun's collusion with Ye Wenying but also other, unknown facts about the Murong Family, involving the entire upper echelon. However, Hao Jian didn't bring all the evidence, just enough to threaten Murong Xiao.

"Speak..."

Murong Xiao's face was dark. Such crucial documents had been destroyed, so how could Hao Jian possibly have them? Moreover, to his knowledge, these had just been secured from the Sishui Accounting House and other operations...

"If I'm not mistaken, Old Master Murong Xiao, you should have a secret military force unknown to others, right? A force that even your grandson has no clue about," Hao Jian said, keeping his gaze fixed on Murong Xiao, speaking slowly.

"You... How did you..."

Upon hearing the implications in Hao Jian's words, Murong Xiao's expression changed instantly as he let out a gasp and then seemed to realize something. He glanced at Murong Chengkong, who had been standing silently, unable to interject, and waved him off.

"What force?"

Not daring to defy Murong Xiao, Murong Chengkong quickly left, a single question forming in his mind.

Could it be that the Murong Family had some hidden trump card?

In the living room, Hao Jian watched Murong Xiao with a teasing smile and said, "It looks like you don't even trust your own grandson."

"How do you know about that force?!"

Murong Xiao ignored Hao Jian's mockery. His eyes flashed dangerously as he clenched his fists, torn between the urge to eliminate Hao Jian right then and there. However, the next moment he let out a defeated sigh. With his own strength, he simply couldn't beat Hao Jian.

"Mole, right? A force with exceptional reconnaissance and combat capabilities, the sole secret force of the Murong Family Head, known only to the current Family Head and the last one. Anyone else who knew about it is dead, right?"

"You..."

Murong Xiao's trembling hand hovered in midair, his face growing increasingly ugly. How could anyone else possibly know this secret?

"Hehe, don't be surprised. There's nothing in this world that I, Hao Jian, cannot find out about. It's just that to save some time, I had to ask for a little favor from you."

Playing with his fingers, Hao Jian seemed unconcerned, glancing at Murong Xiao with a snicker.

"What favor?"

Murong Xiao felt helpless against Hao Jian. Now that he had been compromised and fearing another, he might have disregarded Hao Jian's threat, but he cared, he feared!

"Simple. I'd like you to deploy your 'Mole' to help me locate your dear grandson, Murong Yeyun. That'd be enough."