Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Oh, you're pretty tough, aren't you?" Hao Jian said with a mocking smile.

"Of course!" Mao Yousheng let out a somewhat proud snort. With his boss backing him up, what was there to fear?

"So, what you're saying is he has no backbone then?" At this moment, Hao Jian pointed at Chu Jiangshan, who was still kneeling beside him.

Mao Yousheng's face turned dark instantly. By saying he had backbone because he wouldn't kneel, wasn't he implying that Chu Jiangshan lacked it? It was then that Mao Yousheng realized he had fallen into Hao Jian's trap and said something he shouldn't have.

Mao Yousheng knew that the likes of Chu Jiangshan took great pride in their reputation. His words would unquestionably cause Chu Jiangshan to lose face.

Sure enough, Chu Jiangshan's complexion became exceptionally foul at this moment; his facial muscles visibly twitching as he glared fiercely at Mao Yousheng and barked, "Kneel down!"

If Mao Yousheng made him lose face, he would ensure Mao Yousheng lost even more!

"Young Master Chu, I..." Mao Yousheng was dumbfounded on the spot, no longer able to muster a smile.

"I told you to kneel down!" Chu Jiangshan roared again. If he had knelt, why should Mao Yousheng not do the same?

Mao Yousheng, fighting back tears, reluctantly began to kneel slowly, his face full of resentment.

"Is this what is called 'extreme joy begets sorrow'?" Che Xiaoxiao said mockingly. She had found Mao Yousheng's sharp and venomous face quite displeasing, and now seeing him kneel, her heart felt incredibly joyful.

"Enjoy it while you can. When my boss and that big shot arrive, you'll be the ones crying!" Mao Yousheng spat angrily.

"All of you, kneel down!" However, Hao Jian couldn't be bothered with him and simply directed those rich kids to kneel too. If he didn't teach these little bastards a lesson, they wouldn't know how many eyes Lord Ma had.

This posed a dilemma for the haughty youths. They were all well-known figures, and public kneeling would be a total humiliation.

"Kid, I'm the young owner of Sun Corporation. You'll regret crossing me," one person warned, hoping to give Hao Jian pause.

"Sun Corporation? Never heard of it. How does it compare to He Corporation?" Hao Jian inquired.

The young owner from Sun Corporation fell silent. His business might be substantial, but it couldn't compare to the behemoth that was the He Corporation.

"Not speaking, means you can't compare, right? Then kneel down obediently. I'm not afraid of even the He Corporation, do you think I'd fear a small fry like you?" Hao Jian sneered.

"I am from the Baili Family." Just then, another proud youth spoke up, "My Baili Family is not much different than He Corporation."

Hao Jian seemed to not care about anyone except for the top four families, so surely his Baili Family would make Hao Jian wary.

"I heard you, now kneel." Yet, Hao Jian's demeanor remained indifferent.

"What? Did you hear me clearly? I am from the Baili Family!" The arrogant youth was dumbfounded. Was this kid crazy?

Hao Jian delivered a kick, sending him sprawling to the ground, and coldly scoffed, "I heard you all right, but I don't care."

"From now on, anyone who doesn't kneel, I'll help him down. It's up to you all to decide!" Hao Jian sneered.

With faces full of unwillingness but powerless to resist, all the haughty youths knelt before Hao Jian, as none of them wished to endure his harsh beating.

After all, they were going to have to kneel in the end, so there was no sense in getting beaten up as well.

"Young Master Kong, I'm really sorry, something has come up at the restaurant, and I truly must go back for a bit," said a young man to an attractive male by his side as a group made their way towards the restaurant meanwhile.

That attractive man was actually Kong Xiaozhen, and he was the formidable figure Mao Yousheng had referred to.

"It's no big deal, chatting anywhere is the same," Kong Xiaozhen replied with a smiling face.

Hearing this, the young man was immediately thrilled. The rumors were true; Kong Xiaozhen had indeed changed.

In the past, Kong Xiaozhen had a way of looking down on people through the cracks, figuratively belittling them.

But now, he wore a cheerful demeanor, the sharpness gone, replaced with a calm and composure.

Because of this, the young man admired Hao Jian even more. This guy had not only subdued Kong Xiaozhen but also trained him to be so modest—a truly capable man.

And at that moment, they entered the restaurant, and the moment Kong Xiaozhen laid eyes on Hao Jian, he frowned, immediately understanding the trouble the young man had mentioned.

"Boss, you've finally come. It's this brat who's causing trouble!" As soon as Mao Yousheng saw his boss, he was so excited he was nearly in tears, pointing at Hao Jian and cursing.

The young man clearly did not recognize Hao Jian and, full of bluster, walked up to him: "Buddy, what turf are you from?"

Hao Jian had stirred up trouble so brazenly, he must have had some strong backing.

"The pedestrian's road," Hao Jian said with a sneer. "If you really had any guts, you'd have slapped me right away instead of asking who I am. If I tell you who I am, I'm afraid your legs would go weak."

"Legs turned to jelly from fear?" the youth sneered with a cold chuckle, "Aren't you afraid of the wind snapping your tongue?"

He used to be afraid of a lot of people, but now he was in the midst of negotiating a cooperation with Kong Xiaozhen. That was tantamount to negotiating with Hao Jian, which meant he could virtually do as he pleased in Hua City.

"Even Kong Xiaozhen is here, and this kid isn't dead yet?" Chu Jiangshan and the others laughed ominously, their faces showing schadenfreude.

"Offending Kong Xiaozhen is as good as offending Hao Jian. I was planning on crippling him, but now it seems like it might be a problem for him to even stay alive." Chu Jiangshan sneered coldly, his eyes filled with venom. In his view, Hao Jian was already a dead man.

"Then why don't you dare to come up and hit me?" Hao Jian mocked.

"Motherfucker!" The youth was instantly enraged and charged at him with a slap, but before his hand could reach Hao Jian's face, he was the one who took a nosedive to the ground.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, looking puzzled at the handsome man standing behind the youth.

They couldn't understand why Kong Xiaozhen would suddenly kick the young man.

"Young Master Kong, what are you…?" The youth was also taken aback, puzzled, and unable to understand why Kong Xiaozhen had kicked him.

Kong Xiaozhen's gaze was icy cold as he said with a dark face, "My boss!"

"What?" The youth was petrified, thinking he had misheard. Was the man in front of him Kong Xiaozhen's boss? But wasn't Hao Jian supposed to be Kong Xiaozhen's boss?

"My boss," Kong Xiaozhen repeated sternly, his demeanor no longer friendly, his voice as cold as ice.

Then, Kong Xiaozhen no longer paid any attention to the youth, walking straight up to stand beside Hao Jian.

Seeing this, Che Xiaoxiao and the other women couldn't help but stare in trance. Was this the big shot Mao Yousheng had talked about? He seemed a bit underwhelming.

But very quickly, they realized something wasn't right. It wasn't that Kong Xiaozhen was too weak; it was that Hao Jian was too strong.

Mao Yousheng and others were stunned on the spot. Was this guy really Hao Jian?

In an instant, Chu Jiangshan and his companions' faces turned green as if they had swallowed a fly. Had they really clashed with such a person? Weren't they courting death?

The most terrified among them was Chu Jiangshan, for he was the one who had directly confronted Hao Jian. Just a moment ago, he was coveting Hao Jian's woman. Would Hao Jian let him go? He probably already harbored the intent to kill him, right?

Suddenly, Chu Jiangshan's face turned as pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably.

No wonder these women were following Hao Jian. He had thought Hao Jian was a penniless nobody. It turned out he was the blind one.

Chu Jiangshan and Mao Yousheng were terrified, their legs shaking uncontrollably, as if Hao Jian standing before them was a natural disaster.

"I told you, once you know who I am, you'd be scared stiff," Hao Jian said to the youth with a smiling gaze.

"Gulp…" The youth swallowed hard, staring blankly at Hao Jian, unable to utter a word, evidently frightened out of his wits.

"Why are you here?" Hao Jian asked Kong Xiaozhen curiously.

"I happened to have some business to discuss with him, but now it seems that there's no need for that anymore," Kong Xiaozhen replied expressionlessly. That youth had dared to trouble Hao Jian, which meant he was making an enemy of Kong Xiaozhen.

"Mr. Hao Jian, I didn't know it was you, please forgive me this once. I won't dare to do it again," the youth quickly crawled to Hao Jian's feet, his voice carrying a hint of a sob.

He was well aware of the consequences of offending Hao Jian, so pleading for forgiveness was all he could do now.

Seeing their boss groveling like a dog in front of Hao Jian, Mao Yousheng's lips turned white with fear. Hadn't he too challenged Hao Jian just before? If Hao Jian held a grudge, wouldn't he be finished?

"Step aside, this has nothing to do with you," Hao Jian said coldly. Indeed, this matter had nothing to do with the youth, and he had no desire to vent his anger on him.

"Thank you, Mr. Hao Jian, thank you…" The youth was overwhelmed with gratitude and stumbled out of the restaurant, not looking back as he ran.

He dared not stay here any longer and could only go back to Kong Xiaozhen.

Seeing their boss make a run for it, Mao Yousheng broke down crying, kneeling in front of Hao Jian: "Mr. Hao Jian, please let me go, I didn't know it was you at first. I'm just a small fry. Don't hold it against me, I have older ones to care for and little ones to raise, please don't kill me!"

"Really?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

"Really!" Mao Yousheng nodded frantically, "I have three kids who depend on me for support. I really can't die."

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, until he started crying outright.

"Okay, then I'll just break your leg, and you can get lost. Any objections?" Hao Jian inquired.

"No, no objections," Mao Yousheng was tearfully grateful. Hao Jian sparing his life was already more than he could ask for; he dared not have any objections.