Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 910 - 909: Who Do You Think You Are?!

"Ha ha! Didn't expect you'd fall into my hands someday, did you?!"

As soon as Hao Jian, with his head covered, was dragged down by four armed police to the small hill ahead, his black hood was yanked off, revealing his slightly contemptuous face. Upon seeing this, Ye Wenying's face twisted into a hideous grin, his laughter echoing in the desolate wilderness.

"Heh, indeed, I didn't expect to get bitten by a dog one day." Hao Jian chuckled softly, shaking his head. His eyes carried a trace of disdain as he moved his hands slightly, feeling the handcuffs that, for him, were no more than toys.

Hao Jian didn't believe these two people were ignorant of the fact that these handcuffs were useless against him. Knowing this and still choosing to cuff him clearly was meant to humiliate him.

"Hmph! Now that you're in my hands, don't dream of escaping. If you want to curse me, curse all you want! Remember, this will be the last time in your life that you get to insult me!"

Ye Wenying sneered coldly at Hao Jian. Despite not seeing despair on Hao Jian's face, just witnessing his struggle after falling into his grasp was satisfying enough!

He knew that once this man was eliminated, his standing in the family would rise considerably. These thoughts made Ye Wenying's mind race with possibilities, and he cast a glance at Dong Aiguo, who stood behind him with an equally smug expression, pondering for a moment.

If possible, it would be best to secure Dong Aiguo's support. With his backing, Ye Wenying's position in the family could become unprecedentedly strong.

But...

The thought unsettled Ye Wenying. Recently, he had caught wind of Dong Aiguo conducting some investigations in Hua City, seemingly searching for something.

No doubt about it, he was looking for the true cause of his son's death. Previously, even someone as powerful as Dong Aiguo couldn't extend his reach into Hua City while Hao Jian was still around. But now that Hao Jian had left, Dong Aiguo had the chance to send people in to search.

After some careful consideration, Ye Wenying believed he had erased all traces of evidence. Even if Dong Aiguo flipped Hua City upside down, it would be impossible for him to uncover Ye Wenying's scheme to frame Hao Jian.

Hopefully, no major trouble arises...

Shaking his head silently, Ye Wenying dismissed his worries. He was confident he had tied up all loose ends. With Zheng Yuanjie already dead, the only person who knew the truth was himself. Under such circumstances, it was unlikely anyone could uncover the truth.

"Oh? Why has Young Master Ye suddenly gone quiet? Perhaps you've just remembered doing something you shouldn't have?"

Seeing Ye Wenying stop talking, Hao Jian's eyes sparkled faintly, and the corner of his mouth curved into a slight smirk. He chuckled softly.

"Shut up..."

Being subtly called out by Hao Jian made Ye Wenying's face falter slightly. However, he quickly noticed his own lapse and rushed to steady himself, letting out a cold snort: "A man at death's door, still spouting nonsense?"

Whenever confronting Hao Jian, exposing any weakness would immediately be noticed by Dong Aiguo. Thus, Ye Wenying dared not continue the exchange.

If he were surrounded by his own people, he wouldn't mind flaunting his superiority before Hao Jian a little longer. But now, Dong Aiguo was present, and even with the boldest courage, Ye Wenying wouldn't dare push further. This deranged father was highly sensitive, and even the slightest issue could send him over the edge.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Ye Wenying retreat, Dong Aiguo snorted coldly. It was originally Dong Aiguo who captured Hao Jian, and he had been planning to reprimand him before proceeding. But to his irritation, Ye Wenying had beaten him to it—and in their exchange, had even ended up at a disadvantage. What a useless individual!

"I really wonder how you became the Young Master of the Ye Family!"

The straightforward nature of Dong Aiguo as a soldier meant he spoke his mind openly. Considering Ye Wenying's demeanor, Dong couldn't suppress his disdain and mercilessly insulted him, leaving Ye Wenying's expression sour. Furious, Ye Wenying wanted to lash out, but remembering Dong Aiguo's intimidating status, he shrank back, silently stepping aside.

"Hao Jian, today, I will avenge my son! His spirit in heaven shall finally rest in peace!"

Dong Aiguo's expression turned unbearably grim as he glared at Hao Jian, his wrath practically uncontainable. Finished speaking, he ignored whatever Hao Jian might respond with and waved toward the nearby vehicle. Four armed officers stepped out from the car they arrived in.

Carrying pistols, they lined up five meters away from Hao Jian, took out their weapons, pointed them at him, and stood still without taking further action.

For execution scenarios, it was customary for four armed executioners to be present. However, among the four, only one of their pistols contained a bullet. None of the executioners knew whose weapon held the live round, so every one of them treated their gun as lethal.

This arrangement was meant to prevent certain contingencies, like attempts to rescue the condemned.

"Stop wasting words! Even if you say more, to my ears, it's all just noise!" Hao Jian became irritated with Dong Aiguo's chatter. "You lost a son, and you're so eager for vengeance. Now you're rambling like this—is it to show off your sense of superiority?!"

"Hmph! Even at death's door, your mouth remains as insolent as ever. Reflect well on the Netherworld Road!" Dong Aiguo's face darkened further, his cold snort followed by a slight lift of his hand as he prepared to issue the execution order.

"Vroom-vroom!"

Suddenly, a car's roaring engine sounded from the distant trail, approaching rapidly. Within seconds, a Mercedes-Benz van burst onto the execution site, almost running over the executioners.

"Who?!"

Witnessing this unexpected intrusion, a murderous gleam flashed in Dong Aiguo's eyes as he shouted furiously.

"It's me."

Dong Aiguo's voice had hardly faded when another voice, one that caused both Dong Aiguo and Ye Wenying's expressions to change drastically, rang out. A soft click was heard, and moments later, Secretary Zhang appeared, impeccably dressed in his signature suit and tie, carrying his ever-present briefcase. Adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, he strode forward with measured steps.

"What are you doing here?! Hao Jian's crimes have been decided, and even if you claim that the higher-ups forbid me from killing him, I won't yield an inch!"

Upon seeing Secretary Zhang, Hao Jian's lips curled into a sly smile, whereas Dong Aiguo and Ye Wenying's faces turned sour. A sudden uninvited guest at this critical moment was nothing but annoying.

"Oh, really? Well, I need to inform you, Elder Dong, that Hao Jian will be spared today!" Secretary Zhang declared, making Dong Aiguo's rage boil over and Ye Wenying shout angrily at him: "What gives you the right to save him?! Who do you think you are?! Secretary Zhang, you're just a lowly secretary under the higher-ups—you think you have the authority to order us around?!"

Ye Wenying's loud retorts momentarily wiped the pleasant expression off Secretary Zhang's face, but he quickly regained composure with his usual smile. Turning to Ye Wenying, he responded calmly, "I am speaking to Elder Dong right now. As for you, Young Master Ye, I'm afraid your rank falls short."

"I may be nothing more than a secretary serving the leadership, but you—you're only a Young Master from the Ye Family, lower in rank than both Elder Dong and myself. I wonder, Young Master Ye, where you found the courage to argue with someone of my standing?"

Even a mud Bodhisattva has its limits, let alone Secretary Zhang, whose rank and stature far exceeded Ye Wenying's. Normally courteous and mild-mannered, his demeanor was reserved for worthy company. To someone like Ye Wenying, who wasn't even the Ye Family Head, what right did he have to speak out?

Even the Ye Family Head would address him respectfully as "Secretary Zhang," let alone the lesser Young Master Ye!

"You won't stop this today! Hao Jian will die here!"

Ye Wenying despised Secretary Zhang deeply because, on the day Hao Jian massacred the Ye Family's secret division, Secretary Zhang intervened and blocked the Ye Family Head's response. Without his interference, Ye Wenying wouldn't have needed such intricate schemes, nor risk implicating himself in the murder of Dong Aiguo's son, just to capture Hao Jian!

Everything had led to this moment; therefore, even if it meant defying Secretary Zhang, Ye Wenying was willing to go all the way to ensure Hao Jian's death.

"Secretary Zhang, your behavior seems rather imprudent!"

Dong Aiguo's tone was calm but carried a subtle edge. Unlike Ye Wenying, Dong Aiguo understood better how to converse with someone like Secretary Zhang. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his words delivered evenly.

Although the tone was collected, anyone could sense the simmering anger beneath.

Secretary Zhang smiled lightly before replying, "If undeniably conclusive evidence existed, I absolutely wouldn't stand in the way of Hao Jian's execution..."

"Conclusive evidence? Ha ha, the reason I dared to act is precisely because I have sufficient evidence! Now you want to talk proof with me, Secretary Zhang? I'd say that's rather misplaced, isn't it?"

Dong Aiguo was slightly puzzled by Secretary Zhang's remark, though his outward appearance betrayed nothing. Instead, he responded casually, his tone subdued.

"Right and wrong—Elder Dong, I ask that you look at this video before making a final decision!" Secretary Zhang didn't argue further. Instead, he calmly retrieved a tablet from his briefcase, opened a video file, and handed it over to Dong Aiguo with a faint smile. "I believe that once you watch this, the truth behind everything will finally be revealed!"

"Hmph!" Dong Aiguo snorted coldly.

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