Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 921 - 920 You Messed with the Wrong Person!

"Bang!"

Just as Hao Jian was walking toward Sun Hongyuan, the security room's door was suddenly kicked open. The door slammed against the wall with a loud crash, and then, under the glow of the sunset, a shadow slowly emerged...

"Brother Chen!"

Seeing the figure standing at the doorway, Sun Hongyuan's face immediately lit up with joy, though it quickly turned to fear. That was because he noticed Li Yuchen's expression—it was exceptionally grim...

Whenever Li Yuchen wore that look, blood would inevitably be spilled, and someone would suffer! Sun Hongyuan had seen this happen many times while following Feng Jin.

Though his methods were always directed at enemies, the brutality of it still made even his own people feel a chill in their hearts. Li Yuchen never cared about rank or status—anyone he set his sights on was sure to meet a bad end...

After all, he was merely a neighborhood gangster in charge of about a hundred men in Hua City, hardly comparable to someone like Spice Ginger, who controlled operations across the city and surrounding areas.

Sun Hongyuan couldn't tell who would come out on top in a match between Li Yuchen and the boss...

Perspective shapes perception; in Sun Hongyuan's eyes, Li Yuchen was already a formidable figure. Likewise, the newly recognized boss he followed, Si Youyuan, was also someone he considered immensely powerful.

This person, like Li Yuchen, also led about a hundred men, and the area under his control was only separated from Li Yuchen's marketplace territory by a single street. Sun Hongyuan had come across him purely by chance, and without hesitation, he joined his team.

Technically, Sun Hongyuan was still under Feng Jin's command, though he hadn't revealed this yet. He still intended to rely on Feng Jin to continue his petty thievery at the marketplace.

He had mentioned this to his new boss, who agreed without concern. As long as his loyalty lay with him, the rest didn't matter.

"Hm!"

Li Yuchen merely gave a faint nod before turning his icy gaze toward Feng Jin and asking, "Feng Jin, what's going on here?!"

"..."

Seconds passed, but Feng Jin didn't respond to Li Yuchen's question. Sun Hongyuan dared not speak either, and Hao Jian simply stood off to the side, smiling. At some point, Hao Jian had moved, though one thing remained the same: the space surrounding Feng Jin.

Hao Jian's killing intent had never left Feng Jin—it wrapped around him, suffocating and paralyzing him with fear.

Given the circumstances, it was impossible for Feng Jin to open his mouth, let alone answer Li Yuchen.

"He merely crossed me..."

The oppressive silence was broken by Hao Jian's slightly amused words, which echoed into Li Yuchen's ears.

Hearing the voice, Li Yuchen shifted his gaze to Hao Jian. It was only then that he realized someone else was present...

Why does this man's face look so familiar? It's as if I've seen him somewhere before...

The anger in Li Yuchen's eyes transformed into confusion as he stared at Hao Jian, a vague sense of familiarity stirring in his gut. But try as he might, Li Yuchen couldn't recall where he'd seen him...

Three seconds later, Li Yuchen's eyes widened abruptly. His gaze locked onto Hao Jian's face as the image in his mind aligned with the man before him. In that instant, his body trembled involuntarily. At first, the tremors were subtle, but within moments, even Sun Hongyuan, standing a meter behind him, could see them clearly.

Brother Chen... What's wrong with him? Is he cold?

Sun Hongyuan, a petty thief who had always lurked in the shadows, had never even heard of Hao Jian's name—let alone encountered the man himself. Watching Li Yuchen tremble, he felt a pang of doubt but dared not voice it. After all, Li Yuchen was a figure comparable to his own boss...

Damn it, Feng Jin's getting me killed! How could he provoke someone like this?!

"Shhrip!"

As recognition dawned on Li Yuchen, he strode purposefully toward Feng Jin, who remained motionless. While walking, his hand moved to clutch the watermelon knife he held. He gently tore away the newspaper wrapped around it, revealing the blade's cold, gleaming edge...

"Shhhunk!"

"Ahhh!"

Standing before Feng Jin, he swung the knife down swiftly. With a single strike, a bloodied hand flew into the air and landed on the ground with a dull thud. A few fingers twitched slightly before falling still.

A blood-curdling scream echoed. Feng Jin clutched at his bleeding arm, his face ashen as he crouched in pain, desperately resisting the unbearable agony. He opened his mouth to ask his boss in a trembling voice, "Why?! Why did you do this?!"

"I... I've never wronged you, Li Yuchen! Why did you sever my hand?!" Blood gushed from the wound as Feng Jin's complexion grew paler. His lips began to lose their color, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead endlessly.

Sun Hongyuan, who had been watching from afar, felt a surge of excitement when he saw Li Yuchen draw his watermelon knife. But moments later, his expression shifted from exhilaration to stunned disbelief, then to sheer terror.

Brother Chen... he actually chopped off Brother Jin's hand?! What the hell is going on?!

Sun Hongyuan wanted desperately to flee but couldn't move a muscle under Li Yuchen's bloodstained glare. Fear rooted him in place.

"You provoked someone you shouldn't have..." Li Yuchen's voice was tinged with pain. Although he felt sorry for his subordinate, this had to be done. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to protect him.

If Hao Jian acted, it wouldn't just be a severed hand—it would be the end of Feng Jin's life. Right now, Li Yuchen was taking the blame upfront, choosing to tackle the problem this way.

Bitter at heart, he knew the truth. Despite being a neighborhood boss, Li Yuchen was only a speck in comparison to figures like Hao Jian—a mere ant in the grand scheme.

If not for the photograph of Hao Jian shared recently among Spice Ginger's ranks, he might have already met his end...

"Stay here and await Young Master Hao's disposition!" After issuing this command, Li Yuchen no longer paid attention to Feng Jin's agony. Instead, he turned toward Hao Jian. His demeanor changed instantly, the authority he once held disappearing as he bent at the waist, showing complete deference...

"Young Master Hao, my apologies! It's my failure in managing my subordinates that led to this incident. I've already disciplined him. I hope Young Master Hao can be magnanimous and let this matter rest..."

To be honest, Feng Jin was quite skilled despite his lustful tendencies. Li Yuchen had trusted him to oversee security precisely for his competence, though Feng Jin might have misunderstood that as an insult...

Throughout all Li Yuchen's actions, Hao Jian watched carefully. When he saw Li Yuchen cut off Feng Jin's hand without hesitation, a hint of approval flickered in his eyes—this was a man who understood the bigger picture!

Bloodshed was no stranger to Hao Jian; he'd seen plenty of it before. But Wen Lan and Shu Ya, standing behind him, weren't as composed. The sight of blood everywhere seemed particularly jarring to them, draining the color from their once rosy cheeks.

Still, as their eyes met Hao Jian's towering figure before them, they instinctively exchanged glances and smiled faintly. With this man here, everything would be fine...

"I didn't expect anyone in this small place to recognize me, Hao Jian. But you... you surprised me." In response to Li Yuchen's apology, Hao Jian simply waved his hand dismissively. He wasn't one to hold grudges endlessly. Although he had intended to deal with Feng Jin, he decided to let it drop since Li Yuchen had taken such drastic action.

If it had been someone else, Hao Jian wouldn't have let it go so easily. However, he appreciated Li Yuchen's decisiveness, even feeling a touch of admiration for his abilities...

"Your failure to manage your subordinate is indeed your fault. But I, Hao Jian, am not unreasonable. You seem to have some talent, so I'd like to recommend you to Spice Ginger's organization. What do you say?"

Smiling slightly, Hao Jian spoke and then casually waved his hand. A gust of wind inexplicably formed, sweeping up the spilled blood and severed hand. With a subtle twist of his finger, the wind carried the mess into a nearby trash bin...

Shu Ya and Wen Lan didn't enjoy scenes of gore, and Hao Jian felt it his duty to clean up. After finishing, he gestured toward the slumped, increasingly lifeless Feng Jin, casting a few glowing needles into the gaps of his mangled hand.

The blood that had been pouring out slowed to a trickle, then stopped completely...

"Thank you, Young Master Hao!"

Hearing Hao Jian's intent to recommend him to Spice Ginger—a position he never dared to dream of—Li Yuchen felt ecstatic. Yet the feats Hao Jian performed next filled him with chilling awe...

Such methods were entirely beyond the imagination of someone like him...

"I don't enjoy the sight of blood, so there's no need to thank me. The grudge your subordinate held against me is resolved now after your decisive actions," Hao Jian said with a faint smile. Sparing Feng Jin while gaining a potentially useful ally—he felt the tradeoff was well worth it.

Li Yuchen remained bowed in reverence toward Hao Jian, never once raising his posture. This display left the others present utterly stunned...