Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 605: The Crown Will Fall

Everyone was dumbfounded; was Hao Jian really planning to battle the Murong and Ye families to the death? Wasn't that overly arrogant?

However, this very act made everyone start taking Hao Jian seriously. He was indeed as crazy as they come, daring to threaten two major families by himself.

Everyone knew that Hao Jian had the confidence to do so because, in Hua City, he controlled everything. As long as he was in Hua City, neither the Murong family nor the Ye family could touch him.

"Hao Jian, can we talk in private?" Murong Qiushui took a deep breath and said calmly.

Talk in private? Everyone was puzzled, not knowing what Murong Qiushui planned to discuss with Hao Jian.

"Sure!" Hao Jian said with a smile on his face, curious to see what Murong Qiushui wanted to discuss.

Then, he pointed at Ye Wenying not far away: "Without my permission, you are not allowed to leave this place, or else don't blame me for being rude!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Wenying's face darkened like an iron pot, his lungs nearly bursting with anger. When had he ever been humiliated like this? Hao Jian's remark had made him lose all his dignity.

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Ye Wenying, who had never been controlled by anyone, now had no choice but to follow Hao Jian's orders. Originally the host of this banquet, he now seemed like merely a guest, while Hao Jian appeared to be the real host.

Then, Hao Jian and Murong Qiushui walked to a secluded backyard, where no one else was present except for the two of them.

Murong Qiushui arrived there first and stood with her back to Hao Jian. As Hao Jian approached, he then said, "Speak quickly about whatever matter you have and leave Hua City afterward!"

At that moment, Murong Qiushui turned around, her face frosty. She took two steps in three strides towards Hao Jian and then a slap flew towards Hao Jian's face.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed, but Hao Jian did not dodge Murong Qiushui's slap, even though he could have easily done so.

Hao Jian looked at Murong Qiushui with a smile: "What are you doing?"

"This is for your earlier rudeness, the Murong family will not be scorned!" Murong Qiushui said coldly.

"Ten million!" Hao Jian touched his cheek and said calmly.

"What?" Murong Qiushui frowned, not understanding what Hao Jian meant.

"That's for my medical expenses since you just injured me!" Hao Jian laughed, his face shamelessly smug.

Murong Qiushui froze for a moment, then was almost driven mad, wishing she could slaughter Hao Jian.

She was talking sternly, and he was joking in front of her? Moreover, how could one slap injure Hao Jian?

Hao Jian dared to extort her? What kind of person does that?

"You bastard!" Murong Qiushui was so enraged she couldn't contain herself and slapped him again.

"Slap!"

"Twenty million!" Hao Jian declared.

"Slap!" As Murong Qiushui became angrier and angrier, she hit him harder and more frequently, the audacity of this man to blackmail her growing more evident.

"Forty million!" Hao Jian announced.

"Huh? It was just twenty million, how is it now forty million?" Murong Qiushui couldn't help but ask, thinking this man must be insane.

"Don't you know about doubling? Did you think anyone can hit me?" Hao Jian rolled his eyes and said, "From now on, every time you hit me, the price doubles. This time it's forty million, next time eighty million, got it?"

"You shameless bastard!" Murong Qiushui was finally driven insane by her own rage, furious that Hao Jian wasn't giving her any respect and was still blatantly trying to extort her.

"Slap slap slap!"

The slaps fell like raindrops crazily landing on Hao Jian's face.

"One hundred and sixty million, three hundred and twenty million, six hundred and forty million!" Hao Jian, the shameless guy, kept track of how much money he was making while taking the hits.

"Slap slap slap!"

"Are you still hitting?" Hao Jian glared and said as Murong Qiushui, who seemed to have gone mad, kept slapping him. Although it didn't hurt him, it was rather embarrassing.

"I have plenty of money!" Murong Qiushui cried out in annoyance, completely losing her composure.

If anyone saw Murong Qiushui now, acting like a shrew, they would surely be shocked. Always calm and dignified, she was now shouting like a madwoman, which was entirely beneath her.

"Alright, alright, if you have the money to act freely, then why don't you first settle the medical expenses from just now? It's a total of twelve billion eight hundred million." Hao Jian spread his hands towards Murong Qiushui.

"No money, not giving!" Murong Qiushui glared back, as if she would ever give Hao Jian money. Hao Jian infuriated her so much she almost had a meltdown, and now he wanted her money?

"So you still hit me?" Hao Jian was instantly enraged. Had all his previous forbearance been in vain?

"I like it, what about it?" Murong Qiushui raised her proud head, looking arrogantly at Hao Jian.

"You!" Hao Jian trembled with anger. Just moments ago, he was quite happy, thinking a few slaps could earn him so much money. But he had not expected Murong Qiushui to renounce her promise, and he furiously said, "As a spokesperson for the Murong Family, how can you go back on your word? How can you face those who admire you? How can you live up to the reputation that the Murong Family has built up over so many years?"

"Cut the crap, I won't give it to you! Can you kill me if you're capable?" Murong Qiushui said viciously, immune to the nonsense Hao Jian spoke.

"Don't think just because you're beautiful you can be so arrogant! You've hit me so many times, you must give me an explanation!" Hao Jian furiously retorted.

"Hao Jian, do you really think I came to Hua City to entangle with you?" Murong Qiushui skipped the topic and asked with a cold expression.

"No, but your presence has indeed affected me," Hao Jian said deeply. It wasn't that he wanted to target Murong Qiushui, but because she had already involved him.

If it hadn't been for Murong Qiushui, Murong Yeyun wouldn't have conflicted with him either.

He didn't want to be caught in the dispute between Murong Qiushui and Murong Yeyun, and since Murong Qiushui was at the same school, if things continued this way, it would be hard for Murong Yeyun not to think too much.

"Is it because of Murong Yeyun?" Murong Qiushui suddenly asked.

"Did you already know?" Hao Jian was shocked. Had Murong Qiushui known all along that Murong Yeyun was plotting something?

Murong Qiushui laughed coldly, her expression complex as she said, "Born in the Imperial Family, where is there true affection? Brothers turning against each other isn't that the norm?"

Murong Qiushui was laughing, but Hao Jian distinctly saw sadness on her face.

So, this woman had seen through everything all along.

Indeed, being born in the Imperial Family was truly miserable. From birth, they were nurtured with the twisted notion of striving for the top, by any means necessary.

Thus, their traditional and familial values were relatively weak. With historical examples like Empress Wu Zetian, who killed her own daughter to frame Queen Wang, and Li Shimin, who killed his brothers, it is evident how bleak being born into the Imperial Family could be.

To stand at the pinnacle of power, the price paid is humanity itself!

Murong Qiushui had long seen this clearly, which is why she trusted no one, including her own parents, and even herself.

This is the loneliness of those in power, never to trust anyone because anyone might betray you.

This was also why Murong Qiushui qualified to be the spokesperson for the Murong Family, because she had obliterated her humanity.

"Yes, it is indeed Murong Yeyun. He has come to me, hoping I would not join forces with you. I don't want to get caught in your disputes, so I can only ask you to leave," Hao Jian said politely, not in the mood for jokes anymore.

Hao Jian was still somewhat anxious. While he didn't fear the four major families, he couldn't guard against the people close to him.

Because not everyone was as strong as him.

Although it was a bit regrettable, he had no other choice but to ask Murong Qiushui to leave Hua City.

But Murong Qiushui shook her head and said, "You are wrong. You don't understand Murong Yeyun. Once he starts to suspect you, whatever you do won't dispel his vigilance. Even if I leave Hua City, he won't let you off!"

Hao Jian frowned deeply, unsure whether Murong Qiushui's words were true or false. If they were true, driving Murong Qiushui out of Hua City would be meaningless.

"Moreover, since you offended Ye Wenying, you have officially stepped onto the stage of history. Whether you like it or not, you must face the consequences," Murong Qiushui said indifferently, smiling slightly. "Do you really think Ye Wenying would let you off so easily?"

Hao Jian's face turned somewhat ugly.

"If I leave Hua City, then Murong Yekong and Ye Wenying will try everything to take over Hua City. Then you'll be completely isolated. I'm not saying you definitely can't fight them, but it would be very tough, wouldn't it?" Murong Qiushui teased.

Hao Jian narrowed his eyes at Murong Qiushui. "After all that, you still want me to cooperate with you, don't you?"

"Not cooperate. Since you rejected me last time, I no longer harbor any such thoughts," Murong Qiushui shook her head and said. "Rather, let's use each other. I'll use you to protect Hua City, and you'll get rid of Murong Yeyun for me. How about that?"

"He is your brother, you know," Hao Jian said with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, he is my brother," Murong Qiushui sighed deeply, saying it in a meaningful way.

Hao Jian was momentarily stunned, then he understood the implication in Murong Qiushui's words.

Yes, he is my brother, but he still wants me dead.

"I don't want to die, Hao Jian, do you understand?" Murong Qiushui looked deeply at Hao Jian, her eyes glistening with tears.

Hao Jian was utterly dumbfounded, seeing Murong Qiushui's vulnerable side for the first time.

"Has it all become too much, so you broke down?" Hao Jian shook his head, then stepped forward, gently touching Murong Qiushui's cheek. "Don't cry, the crown will fall."

"I'm not crying!" Murong Qiushui slapped away Hao Jian's hand and wiped her tears. "It's just sand in my eyes."