Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 449 - Night Stars

"Put the watch on the ground, and then we can start," Hao Jian said in a deep voice.

Yuan Shanshan slowly placed the watch on the ground, then hesitated for a moment before finally, as if making up her mind, she slowly got to her feet and summoned the courage to shout out.

"Hey, you two bastards, fu*kyou!" Yuan Shanshan flipped them the middle finger.

Upon hearing this, Hao Jian too was stunned. It seemed Yuan Shanshan was really going all out; he had never heard her swear before.

Her voice completely drowned out the rock music playing in the car, catching the attention of Strong and Tucker.

When Strong and his companion turned around in astonishment, they saw Yuan Shanshan provocatively flipping them the bird. As for that international gesture, *** would not know it.

Instantly, the expressions on Strong and his companion's faces darkened, as they had never encountered such an arrogant hostage before.

Then they both got out of the car, planning to give Strong a lesson!

At this moment, their appearance was fully observed by Hao Jian.

"Two guys around six foot three, buzz cuts, bald, one black and one white, the black guy has a scar over his eye," Yuan Shanshan hysterically yelled.

By then, Strong and his companion had realized something and quickly pulled open the car door and dragged Yuan Shanshan out.

"The black guy has a scar over his eye! Both have scorpion tattoos on their necks!" Yuan Shanshan had just finished shouting this when Strong knocked her out with a punch.

Hearing the commotion over there, Hao Jian also understood what Yuan Shanshan was going through, and a fierce intention to kill crossed his face.

Suddenly, he felt someone pick up the watch but did not speak. However, Hao Jian was certain the other party was listening.

Hao Jian's face grim, he began in English, "Listen, I don't know who you are, or what you want. But I want to tell you, in my long career, I have developed a particular set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. I have killed many people, hurt many people, people like you. If you let her go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will... kill you!"

Hao Jian's voice was cold and sinister, like a devil howling from the depths of hell, filled with a chilling and terrifying air.

And at that moment, Shu Ya, seeing Hao Jian's fierce demeanor, was scared stiff.

There was silence on the other end for about three to five seconds before a deep voice came through, "Come on..."

Click...

The call was abruptly cut off on the other end, and then Hao Jian heard a piercing buzz, indicating that the other party had smashed the watch.

Hao Jian squinted his eyes, which undoubtedly shimmered with a cold and ruthless light.

"What do we do now? Should we call the police?" Shu Ya said worriedly, it seemed there was no other option but to alert the authorities.

"I trust myself more than the police," replied Hao Jian, and then he added, "Let's go back to the room, I need to use the computer."

Shu Ya didn't know what Hao Jian was planning to do, but hearing his words, she nodded in agreement with his approach.

Back in the hotel room, Hao Jian immediately turned on the computer, then accessed a website Shu Ya had never seen before and entered a string of highly complex codes.

Suddenly, a video automatically played, showing a woman wearing a Fox mask seated on the other side of the computer.

Shu Ya was secretly shocked—what was this woman up to, using such tight security measures, even for a video call?

"Well, well, what do we have here if it isn't the God of Death, the bane of the entire Underworld? What do you want with me?" the woman's voice came through, laced with a hint of mockery.

Hearing this, Shu Ya couldn't help but frown; God of Death? What kind of thing was that?

But Hao Jian was not in the mood for jokes and said solemnly, "Prophet, I have some information I need you to look into for me."

Prophet? Shu Ya could no longer keep her composure—first God of Death, now Prophet? Were these guys playing some kind of role-playing game?

Then, Hao Jian sent the previous recording to the Prophet, and said, "Help me find out their identities and backgrounds!"

"How curious, I thought you had retired!" the Prophet teased.

"Stop joking around!" Hao Jian roared, his entire demeanor becoming even more intimidating.

The Prophet also seemed taken aback by Hao Jian's sudden outburst and fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, she finally nodded and said, "I... understand!"

She knew this matter must be of great importance, otherwise, Hao Jian wouldn't have been so agitated.

Afterward, Shu Ya heard the sound of fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.

Time passed by, minute by minute, and half an hour slipped away unnoticed.

"Found it!"

At that moment, an exhilarating voice came through the video call.

The Prophet, while looking at the data, analyzed, "Judging from their English accents, they must be from a remote small town called Declay in Maxite. The scum and lowlifes they produce are even shunned by the local government. Unfortunately, Declay's leader, Victor, arrived in France about a few months ago. Before they reached France, they had already established an international crime organization called Night Stars, which specializes in trafficking women."

"At first, they kidnapped women by hiring them as maids online, but later they found it more cost-effective to abduct young and beautiful girls directly from the airport, who came for tourism. These girls are younger, prettier, and worth more money. Your friend was likely kidnapped by them," the Prophet analyzed point by point.

"Continue!" Hao Jian said, his face as grave as water, now fluctuating between calm and agitation.

"They have their own sophisticated criminal network. They gather the kidnapped girls, and within a few days, they sell them in batches all over the world, clean and untraceable. Not only that, but they also bribe local officials to facilitate their operation, which is why they haven't been caught yet."

"How much time do we have?" Hao Jian asked the Prophet.

"Three days," the Prophet sighed.

"What if we don't find her in three days?" Shu Ya couldn't help asking.

"Then she'll be lost forever." The Prophet's voice was low, conveying the gravity of the situation to Shu Ya.

Shu Ya was immediately stunned, the situation more dire than she had imagined.

Hao Jian's face also turned extremely grim. Three days, he had only three days to find Yuan Shanshan, otherwise, she could end up being sold to any country.

"Understood, thanks. I'll transfer the money to your account," Hao Jian said indifferently, ready to end the call.

He knew the Prophet wouldn't work for free. As the all-knowing Prophet of the Underworld, whatever information you wanted, she could provide; of course, as long as you could afford it!

"God of Death, are you really not going back to the Underworld? We all miss you, and your Divine Country still needs you to rule!" Just then, the Prophet spoke up, full of anticipation.

"My Divine Country has already collapsed; it no longer belongs to me," Hao Jian said coldly.

"Is it... because of the Moon?" the Prophet asked. She knew that Hao Jian's retirement was intricately linked to the Moon Goddess.

"Shut up!" Hao Jian suddenly shouted, his gaze stern as he scanned the Prophet.

The Prophet stopped talking and immediately ended the video call.

"Hao Jian, what is she talking about? What God of Death, what Moon? Are you even of this world?" Shu Ya asked with a frown, feeling like she and Hao Jian were from different worlds. She couldn't understand anything he said.

"I will find time to tell you about these things, but not now," Hao Jian said dispassionately, not wishing to dwell on the topic, as it was a perpetual pain in his heart.

While they were speaking, there came a knock on the door. Shu Ya hurried to open it, only to see a man with an Eastern face standing before her.

Though this man had an Eastern face, he was dressed in a French police uniform, stirring curiosity about whether he was Eastern or Western.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Shu Ya?" the man then spoke, his Huaxia dialect flawless.

"You're Huaxia?" Shu Ya was somewhat surprised, not expecting the man to be Huaxia.

"Yes, I'm Chief Officer Li Mingxiong. I just received a report from your subordinates that your friend was kidnapped at the airport upon her arrival in France today, is that correct?" Li Mingxiong asked politely, his interest piqued upon seeing how beautiful Shu Ya was, trying to appear gentle and refined to attract her.

He had heard that Shu Ya was the director of a corporation; her wealth was a given, not to mention her beauty. If he could get involved with such a woman, he wouldn't have to worry about a thing for the rest of his life.

"Yes, it's an organization called Night Stars. They are from a remote town called Declay, and they specialize in crimes like trafficking women," Shu Ya revealed everything the Prophet had just told them.

Upon hearing this, Li Mingxiong's eyebrows involuntarily twitched, a subtle movement that immediately caught Hao Jian's attention.

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Li Mingxiong showed a hint of surprise when Shu Ya mentioned Night Stars. From Hao Jian's perspective, Li Mingxiong must know about Night Stars!

Hao Jian suddenly remembered what the Prophet had said about Night Stars bribing a portion of the officials. Could Li Mingxiong be one of them?

"How did you come to know it was Night Stars' doing?" Li Mingxiong asked with a smile, but that smile betrayed a hint of unease.

"I have my ways," Shu Ya smartly avoided being too specific and changed the subject, "What you should be doing now is to start a sweep in the entirety of Paris and find my friend as quickly as possible!"