Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 697 - 698 Bai Yanrou

"You, come here to me." Just then, Hao Jian unceremoniously pointed at Yang Wushan, who dared not delay and scurried over promptly.

"Slap!"

Hao Jian landed a slap, then angrily scolded, "Do you still want an explanation now?"

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"No more, I dare not ask!" Yang Wushan quickly shook his head, nearly crying, not daring to retaliate after being slapped – because he didn't want to die.

Given the crazed nature of this madman, it really was possible he would take him out then and there.

"So, are you going to give up that seat or not?" Hao Jian pressed on. Today, no matter what, he was determined to have Murong Qiushui return to the place that originally belonged to her, even if she was no longer the prestigious daughter of the Murong Family.

"That... That's beyond me. Miss Bai has the final say here," Yang Wushan said with a wry smile. He dared not offend Hao Jian, but he could not afford to offend Bai Yanrou either.

"I'm the one making the decisions now!" Hao Jian said coldly, then grabbed Yang Wushan by the collar. "Either get that Bai Yanrou to give up the seat, or die right here. Make your choice!"

"Mr. Hao Jian, please don't make this difficult for me. I really can't do anything about it," Yang Wushan pleaded, close to tears, as Hao Jian was pushing him towards death.

"Can't do anything? Seems like you're asking to die!" Hao Jian snorted coldly, then with a snap broke a wine bottle, revealing a sharp edge that he pointed towards Yang Wushan's neck.

Everyone shivered with fear. Had this man truly gone mad? Was he really about to commit murder in public? That was audaciously bold!

"Don't... don't..." Terrified, Yang Wushan's face drastically changed as he began to plead, "I'll go to Miss Bai now. Please wait, just a moment!"

He didn't dare to be stubborn with Hao Jian anymore. This madman might actually proceed to kill someone for real.

"Hurry up!" Hao Jian urged impatiently.

Yang Wushan then stumbled and scurried up to the second floor, while also instructing the sound engineer to cut the music. This was no time for entertainment. Someone had to step in and handle Hao Jian.

Before long, Hao Jian saw a young woman coming downstairs, looking pretty and fashionably dressed, surrounded by a group of young men and women.

She had a naturally seductive face, eyes shimmering with allure, and carried herself with a sultry demeanor. Dressed from head to toe in designer brands, she even had an LV bag slung over her wrist, the epitome of luxury.

At the sight of Bai Yanrou, it was easy to get the first impression of her as a "gold digger" or a "trophy girlfriend."

Murong Qiushui would never dress like that; she was the type of woman who chose what was right, not what was expensive.

In comparison, Murong Qiushui was much more understated and classy, while Bai Yanrou seemed flashy and ostentatious.

Compared that way, it's like the difference between a brilliant moon and specks of dust—no wonder when people compare Bai Yanrou and Murong Qiushui, Bai Yanrou always seems lesser.

Even to Hao Jian, Bai Yanrou was nothing more than a rich second generation who squandered money, actually good for nothing.

"Oh, if it isn't Murong Qiushui, it has been a long time indeed." Bai Yanrou descended with a smirk, but in her eyes was a clear hostility towards Murong Qiushui.

Obviously, she attributed all the mockery and contempt she had received to Murong Qiushui; accordingly, her hatred for Murong Qiushui had penetrated to the bone.

"Bai Yanrou, it seems you really like me, don't you? The moment I left, you just couldn't wait to usurp my exclusive throne?" Murong Qiushui also looked at Bai Yanrou with a sneer. Ordinarily, Murong Qiushui would not deign to quarrel with Bai Yanrou, but Bai Yanrou had not stopped at one provocation—again and again she challenged, which had tested Murong Qiushui's patience.

"Exclusive throne?" Bai Yanrou let out a snort of disdain and said soulfully, "In this world, there has never been such a thing as an exclusive throne. Everything boils down to the victors and the defeated."

"You no longer have the right to sit in this position, so naturally, it is my turn." Bai Yanrou declared arrogantly, her gaze filled with condescension towards Murong Qiushui, as though she deliberately wanted to mock her for no longer being able to stand on equal footing for conversation.

But Murong Qiushui was not angered and said steadily, "Mmm, you have said a lot, but only when I voluntarily give up my position do you become qualified to take it. Otherwise, you can only stand aside and watch. When you think about it, you should be grateful to me!"

"You!" Bai Yanrou was immediately infuriated because what Murong Qiushui said was true—only if Murong Qiushui gave up her position could Bai Yanrou have a chance to triumph over her. Otherwise, Bai Yanrou would always be seen as a woman of no worth by everyone.

Bai Yanrou's greatest sorrow was being born in the same era as Murong Qiushui. Since they were from the same era and both were daughters favored by heaven, comparisons were inevitably drawn by others.

Soon after, Bai Yanrou snorted coldly, "Say whatever you want. In the end, the person sitting in this seat right now is me, not you!"

Bai Yanrou did not want to argue with Murong Qiushui. After all, the person who would remain in the public eye in the future would only be her, Bai Yanrou, and Murong Qiushui would gradually be forgotten.

"Today, you'll have to return this seat to her." Just then, Hao Jian spoke up with a smile, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Bai Yanrou calmly, his face full of scorn.

He had taken a dislike to Bai Yanrou at first glance, and hearing the way she spoke, he liked her even less.

Because in Hao Jian's eyes, Bai Yanrou was nothing but a madwoman consumed by jealousy.

"Hao Jian, right? I've heard of you!" Bai Yanrou turned her head too, speaking with a cold face, "You have already offended the Murong Family and the Ye Family. Do you really want to have a problem with my Bai Family too?"

Yang Wushan might be afraid of Hao Jian, but she was not, for their statuses were different. If Hao Jian dared do anything to her, the Bai Family would certainly not let it slide.

"Since you know me, then you should know that I don't respond to force, and when I'm angry, I'm not receptive to anything at all. So do you think threatening me with the Bai Family is going to work?" Hao Jian sneered with ridicule.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately became extremely odd, because they all felt Hao Jian made a good point—he wouldn't have provoked Murong Yeyun and the others if he were someone who could be intimidated.

Bai Yanrou's pretty face turned slightly angry; Hao Jian was more difficult to deal with than she had imagined, not even taking the Bai Family into consideration.

"So, you're saying you want to take Murong Qiushui's side?" Bai Yanrou asked with a cold face. She had heard of Hao Jian, and while she wasn't worried about Murong Qiushui, she was wary of Hao Jian.

"My friend is quite upset right now, and naturally I need to relieve her worries and solve her troubles. So could you please return the position that rightfully belongs to her?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

"Wishful thinking!" Bai Yanrou was adamant. If she were to just hand over something she had obtained with great difficulty, it simply wouldn't fit with her personality.

"Won't you reconsider?" Hao Jian continued to smile, staring at Bai Yanrou.

"Hao Jian, do you think because you have some success in Hua City, you can come to the Capital City and run wild? Let me tell you, the Capital City belongs to the powerful; it's our rules that count here, and it's nothing like your godforsaken place. If you want to challenge me here, you have no chance. If you dare to touch me, a military force will be here in no time!" Bai Yanrou threatened coldly.

Her words were not an exaggeration because the Bai Family's position in the Military World was illustrious. Old Master Bai had once been a hero of the nation, hence he had many proteges, and thus the Bai Family enjoyed a status in the country that was no ordinary matter.

And Bai Yanrou, being the most cherished granddaughter of Old Master Bai, was the pearl in the palm of the Bai Family. She was spoiled to the extent that the Bai Family would not let her suffer any grievances, which is why she had developed such a capricious and arrogant temperament.

Right now, she dared to defy Hao Jian, relying on the support she had from the Bai Family behind her.

However, Hao Jian just laughed and said, "Do you know the biggest difference between you and Murong Qiushui?"

"Hmm?" Bai Yanrou frowned at Hao Jian, uncertain about what he was about to say.

"The difference is, Murong Qiushui, even without the support of the Murong Family, still believes in her worth, while you only dare to raise your voice at me when you have the Bai Family backing you," Hao Jian continued, humiliating her.

"Go to hell!" Bai Yanrou couldn't help but roar in fury, utterly enraged by Hao Jian, and threw a slap directly at Hao Jian's face.