Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 947 - 946: Just a Car

"Rumble!"

The roar of a car engine suddenly echoed across the parking lot. Moments later, a BMW 3 Series slowly rolled down through the lot entrance and came to a steady stop beside Cen Yu.

"Fuck your mother! Who the hell dares touch my woman?!"

After the car stopped, an angry shout erupted as the car door swung open. Wang Hui stepped out, slammed the door shut with a wave of his hand, his face flushed with fury. Pointing directly at Hao Jian, he roared, "You broke-ass loser, did you hit my woman?!"

"Goddammit! Did you lay a finger on my woman? If you're smart, you'll get on your knees right now and apologize to her! Otherwise, don't even think about walking out of here alive!"

"I'm Wang Hui, a damn big deal in Hua City. When I speak, my word is law! Poor bastard, you better regret it now while you still can. If you wait until it's too late, don't even think about begging for mercy, because no one's coming to save you!"

A torrent of curses spilled out of Wang Hui's mouth as soon as he got out of the car, leaving Hao Jian momentarily stunned. His eyes blinked a few times—a flicker of disbelief. Was this guy's brain malfunctioning?

"Cough, cough. I didn't hit her..."

"What the fuck are you yapping for?! I say you did it, so you did it! You dare argue with me? Do you believe I won't smash your face in right now?!"

"A broke-ass loser like you, thinking you can go up against me? You better wait for your next life!"

Hao Jian initially wanted to remind Wang Hui of something, but he hadn't expected this guy to be so undeniably obnoxious. Hao Jian's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering as the corners of his lips curled up slowly. "I don't believe you…"

"You!"

Wang Hui had been waiting for Hao Jian to collapse in tears and beg for mercy, but what he got instead was a response he couldn't even comprehend. All the other broke losers he'd stepped on in the past—just a flash of his family name or the sight of his luxury car was enough to have them kissing the ground he walked on. Why was this guy different?!

"You what?!"

Hao Jian sneered coldly, not giving Wang Hui a single chance to catch his breath. "I recall warning you earlier. If you dare point your finger at me, you might as well say goodbye to it."

"Fuck! A broke bastard like you dares to threaten me?!"

When had Wang Hui ever been humiliated like this? This nobody—a dirt-poor loser—had the guts to threaten him right to his face?! What the hell kind of backing did this guy think he had?

Heh, doesn't matter. Whoever you are, you've crossed me. Don't even think about walking out of here alive.

With that thought, Wang Hui lunged forward, sprinting toward Hao Jian. During the rush, he raised his fist and slowly began gathering whatever strength he had.

After all, he had spent some time learning Taekwondo at a gym. Sure, he couldn't hack it when it came to the hard training, but he'd picked up enough basics that could deal with someone like Hao Jian—a broke loser. In his mind, this was more than enough!

"Trifling skill!"

Watching Wang Hui charge ahead without the slightest sense of rhythm, Hao Jian shook his head disdainfully. His soft mutter, nonetheless, drifted into Wang Hui's ears, making his face darken as a frigid light flickered in his eyes.

Stupid poor punk. Soon enough, I'll make you understand that what you dismissed as "trifling skill" can leave you a fucking wreck!

"Smack!"

The sound of fist meeting flesh resounded clearly. Feeling his punch connect with Hao Jian's body, Wang Hui couldn't help but smirk triumphantly. Still doubt my so-called trifling skill?!

But just as he was about to brag, his expression twisted as a sharp, unbearable pain erupted from his fist. The agony surged like an unrelenting tide, overwhelming his senses, and a blood-curdling scream tore through the otherwise silent parking lot.

"Ahhh!"

The searing pain was too much for Wang Hui, whose mental threshold wasn't very high to begin with. He howled, as if hoping his screams would somehow dull the pain. But no matter how loudly he yelled, the torment persisted, unforgiving…

His clenched fist was still pressed against Hao Jian's chest. Hao Jian lowered his gaze, looked at Wang Hui screaming in front of him, and curved his lips into a grin. "Didn't I tell you that you'd regret it? But you just wouldn't listen. Hurts now, doesn't it?"

Shaking his head, Hao Jian reached out, grabbed Wang Hui's fist, and jerked it away from his chest.

As a Martial Artist, and a man notorious in the mercenary world under the title of the "God of Death," his body wasn't something a regular person could just touch. With his Protective Qi Power circulating within, ordinary attacks couldn't breach him, and weaker individuals—like Wang Hui—would end up ensnared by that Qi, unable to pull away.

This Protective Qi wasn't just for show. Unless Hao Jian released it voluntarily, anyone who touched him would be stuck until the Qi had vented its energy. And until that happened? More pain was inevitable.

Now that Hao Jian had pulled his hand away, the Qi dissipated back into his body, freeing Wang Hui from its effects. But this wasn't Hao Jian showing mercy—he was merely making it easier to deliver the next blow.

"Let's see you act tough in front of me again!"

With that, Hao Jian sent a solid kick into Wang Hui's body, launching him straight into his BMW. Wang Hui's palm accidentally touched the car's sweltering exterior, causing him to spring up and roll on the ground, clutching his burnt hand in anguish.

"Hahaha! Even the heavens can't stand your bullshit anymore!" Hao Jian laughed. The mishap was unintentional—he'd only meant to knock Wang Hui away. But Wang Hui was convinced Hao Jian had done it on purpose!

"Brother Wang… Are… are you okay?!"

Seeing that Wang Hui couldn't get the upper hand against Hao Jian, Cen Yu's face grew anxious. If Wang Hui couldn't deal with him, guess who'd be next on the chopping block? Her!

"I'm fine!"

Struggling to his feet, Wang Hui glared at his reddened left hand, gritting his teeth as he growled at Hao Jian. "You broke bastard, do you have any idea how much this BMW is worth?! Fifty grand!"

"If there's even a single scratch on my fifty-thousand-dollar car because of you, you're going to owe me thousands! Can you even afford that?!"

This BMW wasn't the best car Wang Hui owned, but it was his first car. He treasured it deeply, and now that Hao Jian had dared to defile it—thankfully without any actual damage—he was fuming nonetheless. Repairs would've cost a fortune!

"Oh, so this is a BMW, huh?" Hao Jian glanced over at Wang Hui, pretending to be surprised.

"A broke-ass bitch who doesn't even recognize a BMW?!"

To Cen Yu, Hao Jian's reaction signaled ignorance. Seizing the chance to save face, she sneered derisively.

"A BMW? Is that supposed to be impressive?"

Tilting his head with a smirk, Hao Jian let out a mocking laugh before turning and walking deeper into the parking lot. After a few steps, he turned a corner, and not long after, the unmistakable roar of a Lamborghini Aventador erupted as Hao Jian drove it out with a thunderous rumble…

"W-What…"

At first, seeing Hao Jian leave, Wang Hui and Cen Yu thought he'd finally chickened out. But before they could smirk in satisfaction, the sound of a sports car engine tore through the parking lot.

"Sis… that sound… don't tell me that's a supercar?"

Ye Chunliang, who prided himself on recognizing car engine sounds thanks to his online habits, couldn't help asking his sister in disbelief. "Could it be his car?"

"I don't know what he drives. It's yellow, though—such an ugly color…"

Ye Linglan was clueless about cars and hadn't cared to ask Hao Jian about his. He'd never mentioned it either.

"There are plenty of yellow supercars…"

Shaking his head, Ye Chunliang realized he was asking the wrong person. Still, what was his brother-in-law doing driving a supercar now?

Running away?

Hah, as if. His brother-in-law, running away? Fat chance.

The truth soon revealed itself. With a sudden screech, a yellow Lamborghini Aventador appeared at the corner. Ye Chunliang's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight.

Holy shit, isn't that an Aventador?! Fuck me, the base price in this country is seven million! A top-tier supercar!

But why is brother-in-law driving it… faster and faster?

After appearing, the car didn't slow down. Instead, it sped up, the engine's roar shaking the heavens. Under Wang Hui's terrified gaze, the Lamborghini smashed into his BMW with ruthless force!

"Boom!"

Wang Hui's BMW was sent flying to the parking lot's entrance. As the door to the Aventador opened and Hao Jian stepped out, he leisurely adjusted his jacket before strolling back toward Ye Linglan.

"Holy shit, bro-in-law! That's an Aventador! And… you just rammed it into a fifty-thousand-dollar BMW?!"

"Eh, it's just a car. No big deal…"