Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 839 - 838

After taking care of Qin Yang, Hao Jian and his companions didn't linger and left the place directly. As for the onlookers, Hao Jian cared even less, not afraid even if the news got out.

Although committing murder on the spot could have a huge impact in today's society, even escalating to a major incident, Jiang Moon Goddess and his status were too influential to ignore.

The Cleaning Uncle originally wanted to urge Hao Jian and the others to leave quickly, but Hao Jian wasn't worried at all and did not heed the Cleaning Uncle's advice—seeing Hao Jian reluctant to go, the uncle sighed and eventually left after some persuasion from Hao Jian.

The afternoon was almost entirely spent at the commerce center, be it shopping for clothes or eating, just browsing these shops nearly wore Hao Jian out.

It was simply that the commerce center was too massive, so big that even an entire afternoon was not enough to cover it all,

Fortunately, no accidents happened throughout the afternoon. Hao Jian had thought that dealing with Qin Yang publicly would attract a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly, there was no news even after quite some time.

Hao Jian felt lucky and didn't care about it anymore, fully immersing himself in enjoying shopping with Jiang Moon Goddess and Hao Lu.

As the sky gradually darkened, by the time it was past six o'clock, Hao Jian left the commerce center with his hands full of shopping bags—counting them would yield around thirty or forty, mostly for children and women, clearly for Jiang Moon Goddess and Hao Lu, with Hao Jian acting as the porter.

When it was time for dinner, Hao Jian drove a Land Rover, taking Jiang Moon Goddess and Hao Lu to one of the best restaurants in Capital City. After feasting, they noticed it was already eight o'clock.

Seeing it was getting late, Hao Jian worried that Hao Lu's small body couldn't handle continuing to play, so after returning to his temporary hotel residence, he sent Jiang Moon Goddess home.

Having played joyfully all day, Hao Jian was also incredibly happy; it would have been perfect if not for that little episode at noon, something he couldn't forget even if he wanted to.

"Ding, click..."

As he opened the door and just stepped in, Hao Jian's eyes narrowed instantly, and he gently sniffed with his nose; a few unfamiliar scents were present in the room...

After inserting the key card into the slot, electricity flowed through the room, and the lights flickered on, instantly brightening the entire room. Yet, at a glance, there seemed to be nothing unusual, apparently no different from normal.

"Since you're here, come out. What's the point of hiding?"

He slowly moved forward, leaving the door slightly ajar, but not completely closed, leaving a small gap—Hao Jian did this in case an emergency occurred, which would allow him to leave immediately.

If he were to close the door, the time it would take to open it could hinder his speed of escape. Normally, no one would care about such small details, but Hao Jian, the God of Death, knew very well what it meant.

"Clap clap clap!"

As his voice fell, a round of applause suddenly sounded. Hao Jian's gaze swiftly shifted to see three figures emerging from the side study and into his view...

"No wonder you dared to kill my good-for-nothing brother; turns out you have some strength. But you're too arrogant. When you realized something was wrong, you should have immediately shut the door and left. Now, there's no escape for you..."

The person in the middle of the three figures spoke, causing Hao Jian's eyes to narrow slightly. Looking at the man, there were some resemblances to Qin Yang, obviously his brother.

However, it seemed he was unaware of Hao Jian's identity and only knew of his strength?

Now that he knew who his opponent was, Hao Jian relaxed, casually pushed the door and closed it. Enemies of this level weren't strong enough to force him to flee.

His two bodyguards might have some strength, but they weren't overwhelmingly powerful; it was just the guns they carried that posed some inconvenience, but it was just that—an inconvenience.

"What you see as arrogance is confidence in my eyes. We are destined to be enemies."

Hao Jian shrugged his shoulders, spreading his legs subtly to assume the fighting stance that suited him best. Any change in the situation and he could react immediately, saving the time that would otherwise be spent on preliminary moves.

"You speak tough, but all you have is a bold tongue. In Capital City, provoking the Qin Family is like stepping one foot into Yama Hall. I don't care what tricks you have; you'd better kneel down and beg for mercy now. Perhaps I'll consider leaving your body intact!"

The young man's eyes gleamed fiercely, a faint Killing Intent spreading in his gaze. The two bodyguards by his side, sensing his Killing Intent, subtly reached for their pistols.

"Oh? And on what do you base your confidence? Your arrogance? Your status? Or is it those two handguns your lackeys are holding, or perhaps the landmine you buried before me on the floor?"

Hao Jian cocked his head and sneered. Would this person who once reigned supreme as the God of Death really consider using such "inferior" tactics, and has he thought about the consequences of being seen through?

However, it seems that this person never anticipated that his so-called perfect plan would be seen through at a glance, promptly leaving his complexion looking rather awful...

"I, Qin Hai, scorn to rely on status. I am not like my good-for-nothing brother who only knows how to cause trouble outside using the family's name."

Qin Hai's face darkened slightly; his two bodyguards had military backgrounds and were certainly licensed to carry guns, but they hadn't drawn them yet. How did Hao Jian know they were armed?

And even more so, how did Hao Jian completely see through that carefully prepared landmine? What is his background? How could he know all this?

After exchanging glances with the two bodyguards who stood behind him, and seeing their wary looks towards Hao Jian, Qin Hai's heart sank. This was not someone easy to handle!

"All I can say, young master, is that you won't be leaving this room today. Even if you can see through my arrangements, are you sure you can dodge bullets fired from a handgun?"

Qin Hai watched Hao Jian with a cold laugh. So what if his arrangements were seen through? He didn't believe there was anyone in this world who could dodge bullets.

"Think you can keep me here with just two lousy guns? You're too naive. You may have more methods than your brother, but in the end, you are no different from that idiotic brother of yours in my eyes..." Hao Jian looked indifferently at Qin Hai and continued, "This so-called detention has no hold over me. Not even the Qin Family can scare me, Hao Jian. I will definitely leave this hotel, I will definitely leave Capital City, and as for you, Qin Family's young master, get out of my sight before I decide to deal with you!"

Whether facing Ye Wenying or Bai Yang, Hao Jian had never been afraid. Qin Hai trying to use his identity as a scion of a prestigious family to oppress him was naturally dismissed by Hao Jian.

"Insolent brat!"

Hearing Hao Jian's extremely arrogant words, one of the bodyguards behind Qin Hai suddenly became enraged and drew his handgun, roaring...

"Chambering round, two seconds; pressing the trigger, one second. Slow, way too slow!"

Shaking his head with a sneer, Hao Jian pointed out the bodyguard's slow gun-drawing speed. Three seconds might be an average level for someone with a handgun, but for people like Hao Jian, taking three seconds to draw meant you were too slow – so slow that before you made your move, the opponent would already be able to twist off your head...

"Young man, don't act like you know it all. Apologize to my young master, or else I'll shoot immediately!"

Perhaps due to being with Qin Hai for a while, this bodyguard had developed an arrogant temperament. Previously, due to Hao Jian's confidence and seeing through the setup, he was somewhat shaken, but with a handgun in hand, a strong sense of self-confidence quickly surged through him.

"A dog dares to stand in my way? I'm talking to your master right now. Overstepping one's place is not permissible for a dog..." Hao Jian's eyes narrowed slightly as a faint killing intent lingered, and then as if he remembered something, he sneered and said, "But I've forgotten one thing..."

"What thing?"

The bodyguard, initially wanting to get angry at Hao Jian's words, was caught by the following statement and asked without thinking...

"To call you a dog is to raise you up high, and it's disrespectful to dogs. People like you shouldn't be associated with the word 'dog'..."

"You brat, courting death!"

"Haha!"

Hao Jian burst out laughing, entirely unconcerned by the bodyguard's repeated threats.

"Xiao Yang, enough. Put away the gun. You are no match for him in a war of words!"

Seeing his subordinate being verbally abused so thoroughly by the antagonist, Qin Hai, already fuming with rage from the belittlement by Hao Jian, completely lost his cool. He called out sharply to his subordinate to step down because the more the bodyguard talked, the uglier things Hao Jian, with his sharp tongue, might say.

"Yan Lu, go on, just castrate this brat but don't kill him. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to torture him later..."

As Xiao Yang stepped back, Qin Hai gestured to another bodyguard and looked at Hao Jian, his eyes brimming with intense rage.