Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 895 - 894: Must Go and See!

"Go wait at the military district gate, I'll have those men move the goods over for you!"

The Special Forces soldiers, hearing Dong Aiguo's words, immediately had their eyes light up. Without any delay, they hastily led a few others away. Meanwhile, Dong Aiguo gestured with his hand to have the military doctor escort the injured Ling Bing off.

"Better not try any tricks."

Hao Jian had no desire to linger in such a place. Staying on enemy territory left him feeling uneasy—after all, this was the military district, a place with an arsenal of formidable weaponry. Hao Jian couldn't predict if Dong Aiguo might impulsively throw a bomb at him...

So when Dong Aiguo said those words, Hao Jian merely nodded slightly before heading toward the military district gate, Secretary Zhang closely following behind him.

"Hmph! Just hope you don't let me catch an opportunity—otherwise, you won't even have a burial!" Watching Hao Jian's departing figure, Dong Aiguo's expression turned increasingly grim. For a moment, he was genuinely tempted to drop a bomb on Hao Jian and eliminate him in one fell swoop.

But he didn't dare. This was the heart of the military base. Even though Dong Aiguo held considerable authority here, the consequences of privately deploying high-powered weapons were something he couldn't bear—not while he still valued his own life. He absolutely couldn't act recklessly in the military district, especially in front of Secretary Zhang.

"Do you think Dong Aiguo would mess with us?"

Soon, they arrived at the military district's gate, and Secretary Zhang suddenly voiced his concern.

"If he tries any tricks, well, don't blame me for not holding back."

In response to the question, Hao Jian merely clenched his fists, his gaze briefly sweeping over the military district's interior as he spoke in a voice as cold as ice.

Secretary Zhang lightly nodded. As long as Dong Aiguo had any semblance of sensibility, he wouldn't stir up trouble. After all, Hao Jian had already showcased his capabilities.

Still, Secretary Zhang couldn't help but feel uneasy. Considering Dong Aiguo's arrogant personality—and adding the fact that this involved vengeance for his son—it was hard to believe he would let go of his hatred and obediently surrender the goods.

Sigh! I hope that old bastard decides to behave. Otherwise, I'll have to step in.

With that thought, Secretary Zhang exhaled in frustration. His gaze fell on the two soldiers now replacing the guards at the gate. Adjusting his glasses and clutching his briefcase, he stood quietly while Hao Jian paced around nearby, visibly bored.

Time… trickled by, moment by moment...

"It's been over an hour, and there's no sign of anyone. What's going on?" Hao Jian glanced at his watch, his patience thinning. He turned to Secretary Zhang, his face lined with frustration and inquiry.

"The goods consist of only a few large crates, and there are transport vehicles in the military district. Normally, it shouldn't take more than half an hour. Now that so much time has passed, it doesn't make any sense..."

Secretary Zhang also appeared doubtful, adjusting his glasses once again and casting a subtle glance toward the two soldiers stationed at the gate. He spoke softly to Hao Jian: "I've been here many times before with the minister. The drive from the storage area to this gate usually takes just twenty minutes."

"So what you're saying is, they might be pulling something?"

Hao Jian picked up on the underlying implication in Secretary Zhang's words. His eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling glint flashing within them. He replied in a quiet, icy voice.

"Apart from that explanation, I can't think of anything else that would delay the transport." Secretary Zhang shook his head. This visit was all about the goods—a batch of exquisite items worth ten billion. Such a substantial sum made even him swallow hard.

"No way! I need to go and take a look!" Hao Jian turned and faced Secretary Zhang. "Secretary Zhang, you know where the old man stored the goods, right?"

"Of course I know."

At Hao Jian's words, Secretary Zhang nodded affirmatively.

"Good. Lead the way—I'm heading over to take a look!"

Getting the clear response he wanted, Hao Jian nodded again. He then lifted his foot and headed toward the military district gate...

"Stop! Restricted military area. No unauthorized trespassing!"

But just as Hao Jian approached the gate, the guards stationed there raised their guns and blocked his path. Their expressions were cold, their tone unemotional.

"Step aside! Don't force me to use violence!"

Staring at the two AK rifles pointed at him, Hao Jian's expression darkened severely. He had already been stopped at the gate earlier, and here he was, being stopped again—it was apparent that Dong Aiguo intended to humiliate him!

"Hao Jian, don't overreact."

Seeing this situation unfold, Secretary Zhang grew visibly irritated—not at Hao Jian but at Dong Aiguo. You'd think he'd already understood the consequences of blocking Hao Jian earlier, yet now he had his men doing it again. Was he really planning to enrage Hao Jian this time?

Secretary Zhang initially wanted to dissuade Hao Jian, but the thought that Dong Aiguo might go back on his word led him to change his stance: don't overdo it, Hao Jian.

"Haha, don't worry—I won't leave the old man in an awkward position!"

With Secretary Zhang's tacit permission, Hao Jian burst into laughter. Without warning, his hand shot out, so fast it was almost imperceptible, and struck the two guards in rapid succession. A surge of raw power blasted them off their feet, throwing them to the ground far away. Blood spurted from their mouths as they fainted on the spot.

This time, Hao Jian wouldn't be polite. Being stopped a second time meant Dong Aiguo had ulterior motives. After dispatching the guards, Hao Jian strode into the military district alongside Secretary Zhang.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

However, just as Hao Jian stepped forward, dozens of soldiers emerged from every direction, daggers gleaming in their hands. Their faces were fierce, twisted with malicious intent, and they grinned savagely at Hao Jian.

Seeing this, Hao Jian chuckled lightly and remarked to Secretary Zhang, "Looks like the old man anticipated I'd break in again. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stationed so many men here. Clearly, he set this trap, waiting for me to take the bait!"

"Don't go overboard."

Secretary Zhang shook his head slightly, signaling Hao Jian as he took a step back—to let him handle it.

"Haha!"

Roaring with laughter, Hao Jian stomped the ground forcefully and launched himself forward. His palm struck out, sending the nearest soldier flying. As the airborne soldier fell, Hao Jian's other hand snatched the dagger right out of his grasp. Then, with another kick, the soldier was sent hurtling even farther. He crashed into a distant wall, slid down to the floor, and fainted.

"Take him down, brothers! Don't let this guy break in!"

Hao Jian's actions ignited a battle cry. The leader of the soldiers hollered, and the thirty-plus soldiers rallied, rushing toward Hao Jian with daggers spinning in dangerous arcs.

"Haha! Perfect timing!"

Watching the soldiers charge in, Hao Jian threw his head back and laughed heartily, his face brimming with spirited confidence. It had been a long time since he'd felt this thrill—being surrounded by soldiers!

"Ratatatata!"

With a sharp pivot, Hao Jian pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot, launched forward, and plunged into the group. The dagger in his hand lightly swept out, slicing across the neck of an advancing soldier. The soldier's neck felt a sudden chill; his expression froze. He reached out to touch his neck and found blood staining his hand...

Seeing the blood on his hand, the soldier relented and left the battlefield. He understood that this was Hao Jian's warning—next time, it wouldn't just be a shallow cut; it'd be his life. And it was a testament to Hao Jian's extraordinary skill, capable of slicing so precisely during a moving battle, leaving only a superficial wound rather than inflicting fatal harm.

One by one, soldiers began retreating. Each bore a shallow cut—on their necks, near their hearts, or other vital points—but no fatal injuries. Hao Jian marked them at critical spots as a statement.

Three minutes later, not a single soldier remained standing. The area was empty, save for Hao Jian, spotless as ever, and the defeated troops scattered in the distance. Seeing their sensible retreat, Hao Jian clasped his hands in acknowledgment and smiled before sprinting onward deeper into the military district with Secretary Zhang.

Wave after wave of enemies emerged, some even wielding firearms. But to Hao Jian, they were no match—in every encounter, he remained an untouchable shadow, leaving only lingering streams of chill and pain wherever he struck.

Some soldiers tried to resist, refusing to yield. But those who challenged Hao Jian ended up being sent flying, gravely injured by his powerful blows. Witnessing this, the remaining soldiers were rattled with fear. From then on, none dared defy Hao Jian when he crossed their paths.

A journey from the military gate to the storage area typically took twenty minutes by car and over forty minutes on foot. But Hao Jian, advancing steadily through waves of enemies, managed to maintain remarkable speed!

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