Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 776 - 775 Parking Steward!

776: Chapter 775: Parking Steward!

776 -775: Parking Steward!

“Damn it!

Everything that was carefully prepared was ruined by that guy!”

Back at his home, Kikov angrily smashed everything in sight, everything he could move, into pieces.

All sorts of precious antique vases, all kinds of valuable paintings and calligraphy, all were completely shattered and torn by him!

In just this short period of time, he had already lost nearly ten million, but to him, it was perhaps just a trifle.

Yet the rage in his heart couldn’t be quenched by these things!

He really hadn’t expected that the guy, who had clearly fallen hundreds of meters off a cliff, could still stand before him alive and well, as if nothing had happened!

This question had lingered in his mind ever since Hao Jian appeared.

At the earlier press conference, upon seeing Hao Jian, he instinctively wanted to ask why Hao Jian was there, but at the crucial moment, he quickly swallowed the question back down, preventing Hao Jian from seizing the chance to further denounce him.

Even though he didn’t voice it out, the end result was not much different.

He was just as humiliated by Hao Jian, left utterly disgraced and forced to flee!

“Boom!”

Just thinking about these things, Kikov’s anger couldn’t be contained, uncontrolled, releasing his fury, and everything around had already been ravaged over and over!

“Hao Jian!

I, Kikov, swear in the name of God, if I can’t kill you, I will never rest!”

Kikov roared in anger, unaware that in a dark corner of his room, a pair of eyes had always been watching him.

And after he finished that sentence, the owner of those eyes snorted disdainfully, although the sound was so low that even Kikov didn’t hear it.

Want to kill me?

It looks like you have no chance anymore…

Obviously, the owner of those eyes was Hao Jian.

Leaving such an enemy alive was not something Hao Jian liked.

With a flip of his palm, a dagger appeared in his hand.

Instantly, his figure flashed, silently appearing behind Kikov, his eyes coldly watching Kikov, then with a sweep of his hand, the sharp dagger sliced across Kikov’s neck.

“Ugh ugh ugh…”

His neck slashed, windpipe severed, blood flow hindered, a sudden feeling of suffocation surged, causing Kikov’s eyes to widen sharply, then his body slowly fell downwards.

In the midst of falling, his body turned, and he caught a glimpse of Hao Jian, desperately wanting to reach out and grab him, but feebly unable to.

“Boom!”

Watching Kikov’s body hit the ground, Hao Jian’s eyes also swirled with a faint ripple, then he shook his head.

Originally, he had only wanted to see what this guy would do, and if he had chosen to back down, he could have spared Kikov, although sparing him would still mean neutralizing his threat.

Unexpectedly, this guy was still harboring ill intentions, still planning to continue trying to kill him.

It might be better to just kill him straightaway.

This way, no one would come troubling Hao Jian anymore, and it would give Hao Jian some peace.

Given the numerous benefits of killing Kikov, Hao Jian had no reason not to cleanly dispose of him.

After dealing with Kikov, Hao Jian calmly scanned the room, then took a cloth and placed a dagger, similar to the one in his hand, into Kikov’s hand, even dabbing a bit of Kikov’s blood on this dagger, making it appear as if the guy had committed suicide!

After quickly styling Kikov’s room to look like a suicide scene, Hao Jian carefully checked for any oversights then carefully left Kikov’s room without leaving a trace, disappearing without a shadow.

Perhaps until his death, Kikov couldn’t understand how Hao Jian managed to evade all his surveillance, all his guards, and then silently appeared by his side.

……………………

A few days after dealing with Kikov, Hao Jian sat at home eating breakfast, watching the television talk about how Kikov, fearing the huge compensation payment to Shu Ya Group, had killed himself at home, causing many to sigh in disbelief.

However, Hao Jian, knowing the truth, merely curved the corners of his mouth upward, showing a smug arch, and then lowered his head to continue eating his breakfast.

Since Kikov was dealt with by Hao Jian, Shu Ya Group also lost a bothersome competitor and even took over some of Kikov Group’s properties with Hao Jian’s guidance.

Those who had worked under Kikov, upon learning of his feared suicide, quickly fled Kikov’s businesses.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter—nothing could be truer!

For Hao Jian, though dealing with Kikov resulted in losing a large sum of compensation, compared to getting rid of Kikov, Hao Jian much preferred the latter.

After all, Hao Jian wasn’t short of money now, his cars were all luxury models, and his residence was impeccable.

With such a life, even if Kikov’s compensation were more substantial, it would be useless to him.

Wouldn’t it be better to simply take out Kikov instead?

After breakfast, Hao Jian cleaned up the dishes and then grabbed his car keys, driving his sports car straight towards the Shu Ya Group.

Noon was the time he and Shu Ya had planned to have lunch together, and since he had nothing else to do that morning, it provided him with a perfectly justifiable reason to enter Shu Ya’s territory and share sweet nothings in her office.

However, while the imagination is beautiful, reality often falls short.

Just as Hao Jian had parked his car and was walking towards the Shu Ya Group headquarters, a man in an expensive suit, driving a Porsche, suddenly stopped him.

“Here, park this car for me!”

The man arrogantly tossed several big pink banknotes on Hao Jian, commanding haughtily, “Hurry up, parking boy, I’m in a rush!”

Seeing Hao Jian’s clothing, which was worth only a few hundred dollars, the man assumed Hao Jian was the Parking Steward specifically assigned to the Shu Ya Group’s parking lot.

Since his own parking skills were poor, having struggled to park for quite a while without success, the appearance of Hao Jian seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.

“I am not the Parking Steward.”

Hao Jian glanced indifferently at the man and blatantly ignored the money in his hand, then scoffed and took a step forward, intending to pass by the man and head to the Shu Ya Group building.

Just as Hao Jian was about to move forward, the man in the luxurious suit, upon hearing that Hao Jian was not the Parking Steward, didn’t change his expression.

Instead, he took out more red banknotes and threw them at Hao Jian before saying, “It doesn’t matter if you’re not the Parking Steward, as long as you park my car, there’s a thousand bucks in it for you!”

“So you think you’re rich, huh?”

Looking at his landlord-like attitude, Hao Jian just sneered and said, “I’ll show you right now what it means to be rich!”

With that, Hao Jian moved swiftly, lifted his foot, and kicked straight at the Porsche’s front.

“Bang!”

A loud crash was heard as the Porsche’s front end, originally sleek in design, instantly crumpled under Hao Jian’s kick, turning into a heap of scrap metal.

“Bastard!

What are you doing?!”

The man in the suit, witnessing Hao Jian’s unorthodox approach, was momentarily stunned.

By the time he regained his senses, he saw Hao Jian walking towards the Shu Ya Group building while his own car was wrecked.

“Stop right there!”

With rage etched on his face at his luxury car being destroyed by the “bastard”, he hurriedly followed and intercepted Hao Jian, bellowing, “You pauper, you wreck my car and think you can just walk away?!”

“Move aside.”

Hao Jian, halted by the man, said indifferently.

“Fuck your mother!”

The suit man, unable to contain his anger, raised his fist and landed a punch directly on Hao Jian’s face, his furious roar echoing across the area.

“If you don’t pay me today, you’re not leaving!

You lowlife, lowbred scum!

Dog bastard!”

“What did you say?”

Standing still, as the suit man’s sentence fell, Hao Jian’s expression darkened suddenly; a low voice carrying a faint killing intent emerged from him.

“Bang!”

Casually seizing the swinging fist of the suit man, Hao Jian exerted a slight pressure, and twisted the man’s hand around, causing his arm to twist unnaturally.

“Ah!

Let go!

Dog bastard!

Let go!

Someone of my status is not someone you can lay your hands on!”

The suit man’s face turned livid, the intense pain shooting through his arm piercing his soul.

Perhaps too accustomed to arrogance, even in this disadvantageous position, he refused to bow his so-called proud head, continuing to hurl insults at Hao Jian, voicing one offensive remark after another.

Hearing these words only made Hao Jian’s expression grow colder.

At a certain moment, he abruptly lifted a foot and kicked the suit man’s back, sending him flying with the force of the kick…