Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Oh, it's the Red Makeup Society." Hao Jian laughed and nodded, then pinned Brother Black Cat to the ground and said, "Send my regards to Gao Jiping!" Brother Black Cat was instantly stunned. Did this guy actually know his boss? What kind of background did he have? As soon as Hao Jian finished speaking, he stomped on Brother Black Cat's leg. There was a cracking sound, and Brother Black Cat screamed in agony; both of his legs were crippled by Hao Jian. "Boss, things are bad!" Gao Jiping's confidant rushed into the bar, causing Gao Jiping, who was enjoying a couple of drinks, to frown involuntarily. "What happened?" Gao Jiping asked. "Brother Black Cat—he went after Mr. Hao Jian!" the confidant said anxiously. "Damn it!" Gao Jiping cursed under her breath, nearly spilling the drink in her hand. How could Brother Black Cat dare to mess with Hao Jian? Wasn't that deliberately pushing them into the fire pit? "Boss, should we go and apologize to Mr. Hao?" the confidant asked uneasily, knowing full well how terrifying Hao Jian could be, and that offending him was no laughing matter. Gao Jiping shook her head: "No need, Mr. Hao Jian is a smart man. He should know that this was not my doing. We better do nothing at all; seeking him out would only make us look guilty." Gao Jiping knew that Hao Jian could distinguish right from wrong, and she wouldn't dare to provoke a conflict with him. "What about Brother Black Cat? How should we deal with him?" asked the relieved confidant. Gao Jiping snorted coldly, "Don't bother with him, let him fend for himself!" "Alright." The confidant nodded and then retreated. At that moment, a slight smile crossed Gao Jiping's face: "Speaking of which, it's been a while since I last saw that guy, hasn't it? Maybe it's time to find an opportunity to meet up." .... "Young Master Wei, how have you been lately?" In a bar, a seductive-looking woman came up to strike a conversation with Wei Guoming. But Wei Guoming clearly did not want to engage with her, merely giving her a fleeting glance before turning his head away. "Oh, Young Master Wei, what's the matter? You're not even paying attention to me. You used to call me Little Sweetie!" the woman continued provocatively. "Get lost! Don't freaking annoy me!" Wei Guoming said irritably. After being taught a lesson by Hao Jian, he had been in psychological discomfort; never in his life had he suffered such humiliation, and now everyone in the circle knew his peculiar penchant for stripping and dancing in public. It wasn't enough that he had to dance himself; he had even dragged his bodyguards to join him. Now Wei Guoming was indeed a sensation in high society. That's also why Wei Guoming was in the bar this late at night, drowning his sorrows in liquor. He was full of hatred, resentment against Hao Jian, but he was powerless to take revenge, a sickness festering in his heart. The woman was resentfully stared at Hao Jian after being scolded by Wei Guoming, then sulkily moved to another seat, quickly blending in with another group, laughing and chatting away. Hearing that grating laughter, Wei Guoming suddenly turned his head sharply, glaring at the woman. What was that woman saying? She must be talking about his embarrassing moment, right? She's taking revenge just because he ignored her! The more Wei Guoming thought about it, the more he was convinced it was true. His eyes turned bloodshot with frightening blood vessels as he stood up and lunged at the woman, grabbing her hair and yanking her up. "Ah! Let go, Wei Guoming, have you lost your mind?" The woman screamed in pain but didn't dare to struggle, as resisting would only increase her agony. "Bitch? You dare mock me?" Wei Guoming roared, throwing the woman to the ground and then kicking her face relentlessly with his foot. Everyone was stunned, not understanding what had driven Wei Guoming mad. "What are you doing?" A man tried to stop Wei Guoming's violent behavior but was knocked to the ground by Wei Guoming. Then Wei Guoming picked up a wine bottle and smashed it hard on the man's head who tried to intervene. Wei Guoming's ferocity scared everyone stiff; no one dared to stop him anymore. "You dare mock me, I'll kill you all!" Wei Guoming roared like a maddened dog filled with rage. He was somewhat drunk, so half his sense was gone; seeing these people laughing and joking, he assumed they were laughing at him. "We weren't mocking you; we don't even know who you are, how can we mock you? We were just telling jokes!" a girl said, somewhat fearfully. Wei Guoming suddenly jolted in shock, then angrily threw the woman to the ground and harshly said, "Don't let me see you here again." The woman covered her face and wept bitterly, feeling incredibly wronged. She didn't understand why she had encountered such misfortune. Given her lifestyle, not to mention not knowing what had happened to Wei Guoming, even if she did, she would not dare to speak carelessly. Wei Guoming then stumbled out of the bar and headed toward the outside. "That guy must be crazy," people at the booths all expressed their speechlessness. Someone came up and started hitting people for no reason, claiming they were laughing at him when they didn't even know who he was. The reason for this was that Wei Guoming had been driven crazy by Hao Jian, creating a psychological shadow. Now, whenever he saw people laughing on the street, he couldn't help but think they were laughing at him. As Wei Guoming left the bar, he cursed his bad luck under his breath, ready to get into his car and leave, but at that moment someone patted him on the shoulder. Wei Guoming turned around to find two men in black standing behind him. "Who the hell are you?" Wei Guoming yelled, not taking the two bodyguards seriously at all. "Mr. He invites you to talk in the car," one of them said. "Mr. He? Which Mr. He? I don't know him, let him come to me if he wants to see me!" Wei Guoming continued his bluster, what nerve, expecting him to go meet with someone. Couldn't the other person come to him? "It's He Changhuan, Mr. He," one of the bodyguards said with a sneer. In an instant, Wei Guoming's drunkenness sobered up by half because he was well aware of who Wei Guoming was. If He Changhuan wanted to see him and he still acted arrogantly, then he would be courting death. Wei Guoming asked somewhat nervously, "Uh, does Mr. He want to see me for something?" "You'll know once you get there." After saying this, the two bodyguards turned and walked away without giving Wei Guoming another glance, as if they were unwilling to leave without him following. Wei Guoming hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed them. If he ignored He Changhuan's summon, it wouldn't just be courting death; it would be a particularly brutal end. Once in the car, Wei Guoming saw He Changhuan puffing on a cigar, warmly inviting him to sit, and said with politeness, "They say Elder Wei has a talented young man in the house. Seeing you today, your reputation is well-deserved indeed." Wei Guoming only gave a bitter smile. Outside, his reputation stank, where did the 'talented young man' talk come from? He knew He Changhuan was just being polite. What he didn't understand was why He Changhuan was looking for him. As far as he knew, he hadn't had any contact with He Changhuan, let alone offended him. "So let me be brief," He Changhuan cleared his throat, then asked in a lowered voice, "I heard you're not on good terms with a man named Hao Jian?" Wei Guoming's heart tightened immediately. How did He Changhuan learn about this? Could it be that he was sent by Hao Jian for revenge? Seeming to sense Wei Guoming's suspicion, He Changhuan waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm not friends with Hao Jian, and I'm not here to pick a fight. On the contrary, I have a deep hatred for him." A deep hatred for Hao Jian? Wei Guoming was even more surprised. When had Hao Jian offended He Changhuan? "So, the reason I'm looking for you this time is that I want you to help me with a task—that is to capture Hao Jian's woman. As long as you can catch her, I'll find a way to kill him," He Changhuan said with ill intent. Wei Guoming's eyes brightened; he finally understood why He Changhuan had sought him out. He was planning to use him to kidnap someone. But Wei Guoming was no fool; if He Changhuan was letting him do this instead of doing it himself, it meant it was surely not going to be easy. Moreover, Hao Jian was terrifying, and if he found out that Wei Guoming had abducted his woman, wouldn't he seek revenge? However, He Changhuan had already seen through his thoughts and chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, once it's done, I'll ensure your safety. Besides, by then Hao Jian will be dead; do you still have to be afraid of him?" "You're sure you can kill him?" Wei Guoming looked at He Changhuan skeptically, his interest piqued. At this point, he despised Hao Jian to the bone. If there was a chance to kill Hao Jian, he certainly wouldn't pass it up. "If I weren't confident, why would I come to you? If you suffer the consequences, do you think I'd be spared? He'd only seek revenge on you and not on me? Is that possible? So we are, in fact, grasshoppers on the same string," He Changhuan persuaded soothingly, his voice deep, "And it's not only me who'll act, Jiankun will be involved too!" The truth was, He Changhuan wasn't seeking Wei Guoming out due to a lack of manpower, but rather to make sure his own hands stayed clean! He Changhuan was a very cautious man, especially when dealing with a monster like Hao Jian. He couldn't afford to take any chances. If the action succeeded and the powers behind Hao Jian sought revenge, they would target Wei Guoming because, since he hadn't shown his face, everyone would think Wei Guoming harbored bad intentions against Hao Jian and so kidnapped his woman; even if the action failed, Hao Jian would first look for Wei Guoming and not him, giving him plenty of time to prepare, a win-win situation. At this moment, considering the people who were at odds with Hao Jian and eager for revenge, He Changhuan thought only of Wei Guoming, who had recently clashed with Hao Jian. The more you knew about Hao Jian, the more fear you felt, so He Changhuan wanted to take advantage of Wei Guoming's heated state of mind to lure him into acting. Sure enough, when Wei Guoming heard He Changhuan speak that way, his head heated up, and he nodded vigorously, "Okay, I agree!" "Tomorrow, same time, same place, I'll be waiting here for you," said He Changhuan with a smile. Wei Guoming nodded, understanding that He Changhuan was ready to see him out, and promptly got out of the car.