Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 696 - 697 Shock
"Yang Wushan, you've got some nerve, haven't you? Even daring to give away my seat?" Murong Qiushui chided coldly. In truth, the person she should blame the most was Yang Wushan—if it weren't for Yang Wushan making the call to give her seat to someone else without permission, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.
"Miss Murong, please don't make things difficult for a small fry like me. The one who took your seat was Bai Yanrou. I really had no choice," Yang Wushan said with a bitter smile, but inwardly he scoffed: Murong Qiushui, even at this point, you still put on airs, truly thinking you're still the queen of the Murong Family?
"Bai Yanrou?" Upon hearing this, Murong Qiushui couldn't help but furrow her brows. Bai Yanrou was the precious daughter of the Bai Family, which was one of the four esteemed families.
Originally, Bai Yanrou had always been overshadowed by Murong Qiushui, whether it was in terms of appearance or talent, she was not even one percent as good as Murong Qiushui. Therefore, whenever others mentioned Murong Qiushui, they would also ridicule Bai Yanrou, which over time led to Bai Yanrou harboring resentment towards Murong Qiushui and holding a grudge against her.
So, after Murong Qiushui broke away from her family, Bai Yanrou quickly took over everything that should have belonged to Murong Qiushui.
"Do you think that now, even Bai Yanrou can bully me?" Murong Qiushui asked coldly. Bai Yanrou's status in the Bai Family wasn't very high, yet Yang Wushan was willing to offend her for Bai Yanrou's sake, which meant in Yang Wushan's eyes, she was now less than Bai Yanrou.
"Miss Murong, please don't make it hard for me. You know I'm just a servant; I can't decide anything. Miss Bai wanted that seat, and I didn't have the heart to refuse. If you were still the young miss of the Murong Family, I would definitely have saved this seat for you!" Yang Wushan said with a smile plastered over his face, but despite the smile, his words were meaningful.
He pointedly highlighted Murong Qiushui's current status, which was nothing more than a veiled reminder to Murong Qiushui: You're no longer the young miss of the Murong Family, so stop putting on airs in front of me.
Murong Qiushui could easily detect the mockery in Yang Wushan's words and sneered, "So you think that without the Murong Family's cover, I'm no match for Bai Yanrou?"
Yang Wushan didn't speak, but the smirk on his face clearly conveyed his thoughts.
"Really low, like a dog looking at people," scoffed Hao Jian, unable to hold back his contempt. This Yang Wushan's face was truly hypocritical to a disgusting extent—obviously no longer taking Murong Qiushui seriously, yet still feigning respect. In reality, every word was barbed.
"Who the hell are you? Is it your place to speak?" Yang Wushan glared at Hao Jian. Scolding her friend in front of Murong Qiushui was a clear sign of disrespect to her.
"I'm a friend of Murong Qiushui. You've made my friend lose face, and I'm not pleased," Hao Jian said, eyeing Yang Wushan with a smile.
"Not pleased? What can you do about it? Instead of busying yourself with other people's business, you'd better worry about yourself!" Yang Wushan huffed, then pointed at Li Ze'en on the ground, "In my territory, you hurt my guest. You must give me an explanation for this! Otherwise, I won't allow you to leave here alive!"
Yang Wushan's face bore a murderous intent, his eyes gleaming fiercely; he clearly disliked Hao Jian for quite some time. Did Hao Jian, a commoner, dare to run wild in this gathering place of the powerful, thinking he was someone because an expired aristocrat backed him?
"An explanation? What kind of explanation do you want?" Hao Jian too became intrigued, smiling as he asked Yang Wushan, keen to see how Yang Wushan wished to court death.
"Kneel down and apologize to my guest and me with your head to the floor!" Yang Wushan said with a grim face. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Li Ze'en.
Hearing Yang Wushan say so, the other elites also shot vicious looks at Hao Jian, all of them seemingly hoping to see him humiliated into kneeling by Yang Wushan.
"Yang Wushan, you dare to give my friend a hard time?" Murong Qiushui's pretty face turned cold as she fixated on Yang Wushan, his actions not only embarrassing Hao Jian but also her.
"Miss Murong, when people do something wrong, they have to pay the price, right? Your friend here broke the rules on my turf, so it's only right for me to handle it this way," Yang Wushan replied emotionlessly, arrogance evident as he didn't even deign to give Murong Qiushui a direct look.
They didn't dare do anything to Murong Qiushui; after all, she came from the Murong Family, and hurting her would not end well for them. But while they couldn't attack Murong Qiushui, they could ignore her, insult her, and trample her at will.
As a result, not a single person truly took Murong Qiushui seriously anymore, except Hao Jian.
Murong Qiushui did not speak again and resumed her previous cold composure. However, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but trace a hint of playful and mocking curvature.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but silently lament that this woman was indeed ruthless. Her friend was about to be humiliated, yet she displayed such a mocking demeanor.
However, they didn't realize that Murong Qiushui wasn't mocking Hao Jian but rather Yang Wushan. She knew that Yang Wushan's recklessness would surely lead to a miserable end!
Indeed, after hearing what Yang Wushan had said, Hao Jian also let out a scoff, then walked over to the bar, casually picked up a bottle of red wine, poured himself a glass, took a sip, then leisurely said, "That kind of explanation you asked for, I'm afraid I can't give you, but I can offer you a different kind!"
"What kind of explanation?" Yang Wushan asked, frowning.
"Smack!"
Hao Jian grabbed the wine bottle and smashed it over Yang Wushan's head. Yang Wushan immediately let out a cry of pain, falling to the ground, his head bloodied and motionless.
Hao Jian's move was so swift that even his underlings did not react in time, and Yang Wushan had already fallen.
Hao Jian chuckled coldly and asked Yang Wushan, "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
"Kill him for me, kill him!" Yang Wushan roared hysterically. Being able to run such a bar in the Capital City, serving the city's elites, his identity was naturally extraordinary. However, Hao Jian dared to humiliate him this way, which made Yang Wushan's hair stand on end immediately.
Yang Wushan's bodyguards suddenly stepped forward fiercely, each of them clenching their fists and rubbing their hands, ready to teach Hao Jian a lesson.
But Hao Jian didn't care at all, tilting his head with a look of disdain as he waited for them to come at him.
However, before they could make a move, Hao Jian struck first. With one hand, he grabbed one of them by the throat, lifted him up, swung him in a circle, and then smashed him into the other bodyguards, who were instantly sent sprawling.
Yang Wushan and the others were horrified at the sight. These bodyguards were presidential-level, each one a Special Forces veteran, specifically tasked with protecting national leaders. Yang Wushan had hired them for a considerable sum, and each was capable of taking on a hundred foes. Yet, were they really dispatched single-handedly by Hao Jian?
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It seemed unbelievable to Yang Wushan and everyone else. Was this man in front of them really human?
"Get up, all of you get up!" Yang Wushan shouted angrily, now starting to doubt whether he had been duped, having been knocked down by Hao Jian in just one encounter. What presidential-level bodyguards? That was just a fart!
But those bodyguards were all dizzy and disoriented, struggling to get up for quite some time, all groaning on the ground.
"Who... who exactly are you?" Yang Wushan looked at Hao Jian in fear, now fully aware of how terrifying the man was. A single person had floored so many bodyguards; this guy was definitely not ordinary.
He had thought that with so many people on his side, they would surely have the upper hand over Hao Jian, yet these professional bodyguards were no match for him alone.
Now, Yang Wushan just wanted to understand the origins of Hao Jian, so he could seek revenge in the future.
"Hao Jian," Hao Jian said expressionlessly.
"Wow!"
However, upon hearing this name, the crowd was startled. They were not unfamiliar with it; in fact, the entire elite society of Huaxia knew it well.
After all, in Huaxia, there were not many who dared to offend both the Murong Family and Ye Family simultaneously, and still live a good life. That made them all the more curious about him.
Now, everyone in the Huaxia elite was talking about Hao Jian. Some even said that the reason Murong Qiushui left the Murong Family was because she fell in love with Hao Jian. Therefore, everybody was intensely curious about Hao Jian, wanting to know who exactly was this person who left two major families at a loss.
At this moment, everyone was curiously sizing up Hao Jian, trying to get a clearer look at him.
Yet, they all felt that Hao Jian was simply too low-key; he did not have the demeanor of the upper class at all.
Hearing Hao Jian admitting his identity, both Li Ze'en and Yang Wushan shivered involuntarily.
After all, a person's reputation precedes them. Hao Jian's background was always a topic of fascination. Murong Yekong and Ye Wenying had tried several times to do him in, yet every time they failed.
If they did not believe there was some hidden power behind Hao Jian, they would be kidding themselves. And if even Ye Wenying and Murong Yeyun were unable to deal with him, how could they possibly be his match?
Did Murong Qiushui bring this fiend here to support her presence?
At this point, no one dared to underestimate Murong Qiushui. Before, they had deemed her presumptuous for daring to step into their elite circle.
But now, it seemed Qiushui had come to show her power deliberately because she had the backing of Hao Jian.
While Hao Jian was not part of their circle, he was able to instill fear in them. It would have been thought previously that Murong Qiushui benefitted from being seen with Hao Jian, but now the situation seemed reversed.
For a moment, the atmosphere sank into silence. No more disrespectful words were uttered, nor did anyone dare to show scorn.
Because in their eyes, the Hao Jian standing before them was more frightening than Ye Wenying and Murong Yeyun combined. This man was a true madman who would strike at the slightest provocation. Rumor had it that the number of people who had died at his hands had surpassed the count of ten fingers, and they did not wish to be the next.
