Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 700 - 701 Family Like Enemies

At this moment, Hao Jian saw a group of masked men in black approaching rapidly, and the one leading them pointed a large knife at Hao Jian's nose, "Kid, this doesn't concern you, scram immediately! Otherwise, I'll spill your blood right here!"

Hao Jian didn't speak but just looked at them with a smiling gaze.

"Fuck!" The thug immediately realized he had been played and violently swung his knife towards Hao Jian's face, slashing fiercely.

But the knife flew out of his hand just before it could hit Hao Jian's head, and immediately after, he saw Hao Jian casually playing with his knife.

"You!" The thug was dumbfounded, how had his knife ended up in Hao Jian's hand?

But Hao Jian just smiled slightly and then twirled the blade in the air, suddenly stabbing towards the man's chest.

"Swoosh!"

"Pff!"

The man's chest burst open with a resplendent crimson flower, and he fell into a pool of blood on the spot.

"Huh?"

The others were incredibly shocked. Was Hao Jian really so ruthless?

In a flash, everyone scattered, forming a semi-circle around Hao Jian.

Hao Jian couldn't help but yawn, then said with some surprise, "Looks like you are all Martial Artists, no wonder those bodyguards died at your hands!"

He had realized it now, these guys were all highly skilled in Martial Arts, definitely not ordinary people.

"You know about Martial Artists?" They too were surprised, not expecting Hao Jian to be aware of their kind.

"I know a bit," Hao Jian said with a smile, then added, "How about this, you tell me who is pulling your strings, and maybe I'll consider letting you off the hook!"

At his words, they were momentarily stunned, then burst into laugher. One of them said mockingly, "Kid, are you dreaming? Don't you see how many of us there are?"

"Exactly, you think killing one piece of trash makes you somebody? Get past us first!" Another snorted coldly.

"Tell me how you want to die!" All of them glared at Hao Jian malevolently, as if eager to tear him apart.

Hao Jian just shrugged and said, "Maybe you won't talk now, but I believe that after I slaughter enough of you, you'll want to talk."

"Kill him!"

The Martial Artists were enraged and charged at him all at once.

Hao Jian sneered, flicked his large knife to shed the clinging blood beads, and then lunged towards the Martial Artists.

He moved like a tiger among sheep; in just an encounter, the Martial Artists were completely routed, their ranks broken and fleeing in total collapse.

But Hao Jian would not let them escape. He continued to chase and slash, leaving only one alive, cornering him against the wall and asking ominously, "Now, will you tell me who sent you?"

"You... you're a Demon, you're not human!" the Martial Artist screamed, his voice trembling with terror, clearly wetting himself.

Hao Jian was too ruthless, slaying all of his companions in the blink of an eye, and yet he didn't so much as blink himself. His indifference was extreme, and he was powerful and terrifying to boot!

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"Pfft!"

With a slash, Hao Jian's blade struck the martial artist's right shoulder, instantly spurting blood. The martial artist screamed miserably, the sound piercing the night sky.

Smiling, Hao Jian said, "I didn't ask who I am; I asked who instructed you to kill Murong Qiushui?"

"Just kill me. I won't tell you. If I did, I'd live a fate worse than death, and my family's lives would also be threatened!" the man said resolutely, aware that betraying his master would mean not only his own death but also that of his family.

Clicking his tongue in wonder, Hao Jian remarked, "Quite spirited, aren't we? Well, as you wish!"

Without further ado, Hao Jian swiftly beheaded the martial artist, whose head rolled off onto the ground like a tumbling melon.

Hao Jian also knew it was pointless to expect any valuable information now. Instead of wasting time, it was better to simply finish him off.

Waiting in the alley for Hao Jian, Murong Qiushui heard the commotion outside; soon after, she saw Hao Jian returning.

Though Hao Jian appeared as usual, his clothes now bore the heavy scent of blood.

Murong Qiushui couldn't help but freeze and asked Hao Jian, "You killed them all?"

Hao Jian nodded, saying, "The enemy is far more cunning than we anticipated. These people weren't willing to disclose their true identities or who was behind the scenes."

"It seems they were Dead Soldiers," Murong Qiushui nodded, unsurprised. After all, trusted people are naturally chosen for murder.

"What shall we do now?" Hao Jian inquired of Murong Qiushui.

"Do nothing; we wait for them to come and collect the bodies. Creating such disruption, they can't sit idly by. So many deaths will surely provoke a strong public outcry; they won't want to draw attention. When they come to claim the bodies, they'll reveal themselves, and we can track them from there," Murong Qiushui answered, deciding to respond to change with constancy.

"Let's head back to Hua City first," suggested Hao Jian. Capital City had become unsafe, and while he was not worried for himself, he was concerned for Murong Qiushui's safety.

Murong Qiushui agreed, her face serious, and decided to make for Hua City immediately.

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Returning from Capital City, Hao Jian parted ways with Murong Qiushui at the airport. Murong Qiushui decided to investigate the killer, while Hao Jian felt it was about time to get Moon Goddess Jiang out of prison.

At that moment, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Hao Jian's eyes glinted with a cold light.

"Hello? Mr. Hao Jian, how have you been? Brother's been a bit short on cash recently; think you could lend me some to spend?" came Zhao Duocai's brazen voice over the phone.

Hao Jian sneered inwardly. It hadn't even been a week since he gave Zhao Duocai money, and now the twenty million was all gone? Zhao Duocai really knew how to squander. Indeed, one never values money until it's their own.

Feigning generosity, Zhao Duocai had shared quite a bit of the money with his "brothers," gambling away the rest.

And gambling, that most ruinous vice, could empty any fortune, no matter how vast, once one starts down that path.

Now broke, Zhao Duocai naturally resorted to blackmailing Hao Jian.

"I thought I made myself clear before. I gave you the money, you gave me the video. From now on, we're even. You're breaking the rules here," Hao Jian said coolly.

"Rules? Do you think rules matter to a scoundrel like me?" scoffed Zhao Duocai, then threatening, "Cut the crap, just send the money. If you don't, I'm sending that video to your wife and posting it online!"

At the same time, Zhao Duocai snickered slyly, "Forgot to tell you, I made backup copies of the video. So, you've got no choice but to pay up."

Hao Jian narrowed his eyes but wasn't too angry, for Zhao Duocai had taught him a lesson. To such a shameless scoundrel, rules indeed seemed too harsh.

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Hao Jian also felt it was perhaps too demanding of him to expect Zhao Duocai to abide by rules.

"Alright, when do you want the money? Where should I bring it?" This time, Hao Jian's tone was much gentler, and he seemed to even carry a hint of laughter.

Hearing this, Zhao Duocai was flabbergasted. He couldn't gauge what Hao Jian was really planning; was he simply acquiescing to the demand?

"Hao Jian, I'm warning you, no tricks, or I'll really send that video viral!" Zhao Duocai immediately threatened.

He sensed that Hao Jian was plotting something, as his easy acquiescence to handing over the money seemed highly suspicious.

"Why would I pull a fast one? I genuinely want to give you the money," replied Hao Jian cheerfully.

"That's impossible; aren't you angry?" retorted Zhao Duocai, utterly incredulous at Hao Jian's abnormal attitude.

"Angry? Of course, but I know getting angry won't solve anything. How about this: I'll pay you a million a month to keep this secret for me, deal?" Hao Jian proposed with a laugh, making it sound like a discussion, although a glint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

Realizing what was happening, Zhao Duocai instantly understood. Hao Jian hadn't lost his mind; he had simply capitulated, probably because he knew Zhao Duocai would never return the video and thus chose to seek a truce.

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