Supremely Talented Tyrant

"So I can just kill you directly, understand?"

Brother Huoniu cursed under his breath. Seeing Hao Jian still looking unconcerned, he grew furious.

"You can't do it, because you're nothing but trash!" Hao Jian sneered coldly, then his figure flashed out like a wraith.

"Shoot him!" Brother Huoniu roared in rage.

…

"Crack! Crack!"

The cool evening breeze wafted through the room, accompanied by the sound of something breaking, crisp and bloody.

Brother Huoniu and the young woman watched in horror, both too terrified to speak.

Hao Jian grabbed one of the underlings by the head and twisted violently. With a crisp "crack," the man's head rotated 360 degrees in an instant!

Then, Hao Jian reached out his hand, and seized another gangster by the neck, squeezing it fiercely!

Crack!

The neck broke with a snap, and the man's head drooped lifelessly down!

Brother Huoniu's eyelids twitched wildly, his face pale as paper, with huge beads of sweat streaming down his forehead!

What was he witnessing? A living man moving through a hail of bullets and killing all his underlings? Was this some kind of sci-fi film?

Brother Huoniu could clearly see Hao Jian eerily dodging bullets one after another, like a specter.

It wasn't until that underling was dead beyond dead that Hao Jian finally let go of his hand, wiped his bloodstained hand clean on the dead man's clothes, then slowly walked towards Brother Huoniu.

"Don't… don't kill me! I can give you lots and lots of money!"

Brother Huoniu panicked and knelt down to beg Hao Jian for mercy. The other man wasn't afraid of bullets—what could he use to fight him?

The smile on Hao Jian's face deepened, looking sinister.

Seeing this smile, both Brother Huoniu and the young woman felt as if they were seeing a demon smiling back at them, their hearts pounding with fear.

"You don't want money? How about a position then? As long as I introduce you to my boss, with your skills, you're guaranteed to be highly valued in the Dragon Tiger Gang!"

Brother Huoniu offered another condition, his body trembling even more violently.

He could tell that Hao Jian was different from how he had been at the bar—that now, he truly intended to kill him, especially since he had already slain so many of his henchmen.

Hao Jian remained silent, giving off an ominously quiet air.

"Or do you want this woman? I'll give her to you. You can do whatever you want with her." Brother Huoniu quickly knelt and stepped aside, pointing at the woman and said urgently.

The woman, who was tied up, shuddered at his words, looking at Hao Jian with dread, afraid that he would accept Brother Huoniu's offer.

Just then, Hao Jian shook his head: "I don't want anything, just your death."

As his voice faded, he stepped forward, and with a stomp, a "crack" echoed!

Brother Huoniu clutched his groin, howling in agony, his forehead bulging with veins, his face turning a ghastly green.

His lower body was crushed to a pulp!

"So fond of toying with women, huh? I'll cripple your tool, so you won't even be able to mess with female ghosts in the netherworld!" Hao Jian said coldly.

"You. You have such a vicious mind!"

Venom covered Brother Huoniu's face as Hao Jian tormented him before delivering the killing blow.

"Whoosh!"

Hao Jian's leg swept out, whipping up a fierce gust, sending Brother Huoniu's head flying off his shoulders.

Brother Huoniu died with his eyes wide open, hatred for Hao Jian still etched on his lifeless face as it flew out the window and landed in the nearby grass, where several Dobermans promptly tore it to shreds.

"Ah!"

The young woman screamed at the sight of the headless body still spurting blood and uneasily eyed Hao Jian, terrified that he might kill her as well.

Hao Jian glanced at her indifferently, then stepped forward to snap the ropes binding her with a flick of his wrist before he took off his overcoat and threw it to her:

"Wrap yourself in the clothes!"

The young woman hesitated, then obediently draped the coat around herself, but asked somewhat timidly:

"You... you're not going to kill me?"

"Do I have a grudge against you?" Hao Jian looked at her curiously.

The young woman shook her head; it was her first time meeting Hao Jian—how could she possibly have a grudge against him?

"There you go. If we don't have a grudge, why would I kill you?" Hao Jian curled his lips.

"..."

"You don't think I'm some murderer who thinks nothing of human life, do you?" Hao Jian said, clearly displeased.

"Mhm."

The young woman nodded her head somewhat ashamedly, admitting that she did indeed harbor that thought after witnessing Hao Jian's fierce demeanor.

She was not superstitious at all, but after seeing the way Hao Jian had behaved just moments ago, she couldn't help but wonder if demons really did exist in this world.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"What a joke, have you ever seen a killer as handsome as me?"

The young woman was left speechless, staring dumbfounded. The man had transformed from a cold-blooded assassin to a goofball in an instant—had the change in character ever been so abrupt?

"Wait here for me. I'm going to off Brother Huoniu's boss, and then I'll get you out of here," Hao Jian told the young woman, before moving toward the door.

"What? You aren't running away? There are dozens of armed thugs here, and more than a dozen hunting dogs. How can you possibly handle them all by yourself?"

The young woman said anxiously, now hoping only that Hao Jian would take her and leave immediately, as she alone had no chance of escaping this trap.

"Wait here for me." But Hao Jian seemed disinclined to explain; after dropping that line, he went straight out the door.

No sooner had he left the room, he saw a group of over a dozen people with a pack of Dobermans running towards him, clearly having heard the gunshots.

"Who are you! Where's Huoniu?"

The leading Baldy was obviously the boss, his face covered in frightening scars as he barked at Hao Jian.

At the same time, the pack of drooling Dobermans he was holding strained at their leashes, barking wildly at Hao Jian, eager to tear him to pieces.

"Brother Huoniu? Dead," Hao Jian replied nonchalantly.

"Dead? How?"

Baldy was stunned. Brother Huoniu had been killed at their own stronghold? Was that even possible?

"I killed him," said Hao Jian with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Baldy flinched, then glared at Hao Jian with annoyance:

"To dare kill a high-ranking member of the Dragon Tiger Gang in our own headquarters, kid, you've really got some guts, huh?"