Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 695 - 696 You Can Call Me Father

"Even if I'm no longer the heiress of the Murong family, I still don't regard someone like you as worthy of attention. If I wanted, I could find a hundred ways to finish you right now, believe it or not?" Murong Qiushui said, looking at Li Ze'en calmly, making Hao Jian almost burst into laughter.

It was like someone with a deadpan expression saying, "I'm going to kill you!"

It was not at all intimidating, yet it was somehow utterly convincing.

Li Ze'en's face became incredibly expressive, but he didn't know how to rebut Murong Qiushui. Just then, he saw Hao Jian laughing, and immediately scolded, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Hao Jian quickly suppressed his laughter and shrugged, staying silent.

Li Ze'en then turned his gaze, scoffed, and said, "Murong Qiushui, it seems you really have fallen, hanging out with a bumpkin. Where's the pride of being the Empress? Where's your dignity? Why don't you introduce us to your 'outstanding' friend here? With that get-up, he must be into art, right?"

Li Ze'en was deliberately mocking Hao Jian, because everyone else was dressed in glamorous designer clothes, but although Hao Jian's clothes weren't bad, they weren't outstanding. His clothes were branded, but not designer.

Hao Jian was this kind of person; as long as the clothes were comfortable, that was enough for him. In his view, those wearing ordinary clothes weren't necessarily poor, and those in designer brands weren't necessarily wealthy. As long as one is strong on the inside, these details don't matter.

"My dignity has always been there, but fools like you just can't see it. As for who he is, I think it's better if you ask him yourself!" Murong Qiushui had also calmed down, backed by Hao Jian, she wasn't worried or afraid.

"Boy, who the hell are you?" Li Ze'en directly called out to Hao Jian.

"My last name is Parent, my first name is Fore, you can call me Father!" Hao Jian said playfully.

"Father? Are you looking for death? Do you know who I am?" Li Ze'en glared and shouted, bewildered that Hao Jian would talk to him like this.

"I know, yeah." However, Li Ze'en hadn't expected that Hao Jian would actually nod, indicating he knew him.

"Hmm? Well, let's hear it then." Li Ze'en was somewhat proudly assuming his fame was so great that even this bumpkin knew who he was.

"Your last name is Child, your first name is Son; guess I should call you Son!" Hao Jian said with a laugh.

"Pfft." Murong Qiushui couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. This rascal was too ridiculous; she had been hopeful that Hao Jian would just state his name and scare Li Ze'en into running off, but instead, Hao Jian had pulled such a stunt.

But that was just like Hao Jian's "mischievously bad" nature.

The bystanders couldn't help but laugh when they heard Hao Jian mock Li Ze'en like that.

"Fuck you!" Li Ze'en immediately lost his temper and threw a punch straight at Hao Jian's face, enraged that Hao Jian dared to humiliate him like this, he had to teach Hao Jian a lesson!

But Hao Jian, with a look of disdain, easily countered with a capture and secured Li Ze'en, twisting his arms behind his back, nearly breaking them.

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"Ouch, ouch, let go!" Li Ze'en cried out in pain, his face turning ashen, both from the pain and the humiliation.

"A son hitting his father, it's against all reason!" Hao Jian snorted coldly and snapped Li Ze'en's arm with a crack.

"Hiss..." Li Ze'en sharply inhaled, his body tensing up before he collapsed on the ground with a thud, only managing to emit strained groans, the pain so intense he couldn't even scream.

"Hiss..." Everyone else also sharply inhaled, had Hao Jian just disabled Li Ze'en?

"Be polite to ladies. To speak rudely upon meeting is not the act of a gentleman. We are all respectable people from high society, why bother with this?" Hao Jian sighed.

And everyone had a deadpan look—how could he claim to be a person from high society? Was he shameless?

"You'll wait, this isn't over yet!" Li Ze'en, holding an arm, glared fiercely at Hao Jian, wishing he could swallow him whole.

He swore in his heart that as soon as he got back, he would immediately arrange for men, determined not to let Hao Jian leave the Capital City alive.

"Hey, still daring to threaten your dad, you've got some nerve, kid." Hao Jian cursed and was about to chase Li Ze'en again, and seeing this, Li Ze'en turned pale with fear and cried out desperately, "Help, murder!"

"Stop!"

Just then, a commanding voice came from not far away, and Hao Jian turned to look, only to see a burly middle-aged man standing there in a crisp suit, his gaze sharp, followed by several black-clad bodyguards, all looking sternly at him.

"Who are you?" Hao Jian frowned but scoffed, his demeanor that of a typical thuggish street ruffian.

The middle-aged man, seeing this, couldn't help showing a look of confusion—how did such a gangster get mixed in here?

Immediately, he looked at Hao Jian with disapproval, "I'm Yang Wushan, the owner of this bar. And you are?"

"My surname's Dad, first name Parent. Now I'm disciplining my son, do you need to meddle in this?" Hao Jian asked, his tone rogue-like.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wushan's face darkened immediately. He knew perfectly well who Li Ze'en was and who his father was, so he knew even more that what Hao Jian said was just nonsense; he was deliberately mocking him.

"Brother, you're causing trouble in my place, that's not quite right, right?" Yang Wushan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Hao Jian, his tone growing increasingly stern. If Hao Jian wasn't some important figure, he was ready to forcefully throw him out.

"Causing trouble isn't the word, it was this bastard who came looking for trouble first. I just gave him a lesson," Hao Jian said grinningly, casually kicking Li Ze'en, and with that grin, he knocked out several of Li Ze'en's teeth.

Li Ze'en, dizzy and disoriented, covered his face with his hand, his gaze still venomously fixed on Hao Jian, each hit from Hao Jian only deepening his hatred.

"No matter what he did, causing a disturbance in my place is showing me, Yang Wushan, disrespect. Brother, you owe me an explanation!" Yang Wushan said coldly, naturally not siding with Hao Jian as he didn't know Hao Jian's background, but he knew everything about Li Ze'en, who was indeed a genuine elite.

"Yang Wushan, acting so high and mighty!" Just then, Murong Qiushui stepped out and walked up beside Hao Jian, coldly addressing Yang Wushan.

Seeing Murong Qiushui appear, Yang Wushan was also taken aback, not expecting Murong Qiushui to show up here, especially since Murong Qiushui had betrayed the Murong Family and effectively left their circle; by all rights, she had neither the status nor the face to come here anymore.

But quickly, Yang Wushan regained his composure, his mouth curving into a smile as he said, "So, it's Miss Murong."

His words were polite, but they lacked the warmth they should have had, instead imbued with a touch of coldness and perfunctory.

In the past, Yang Wushan would have greeted her like a dog, almost groveling at Murong Qiushui's feet. But times had changed, and Yang Wushan was no longer that respectful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Murong Qiushui's exclusive seat to someone else, clearly showing he no longer regarded Murong Qiushui highly......................................................