Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 951 - 950: You Will Regret This!

"Phew! Pretty tired..."

As the sun set in the west, Hao Jian leisurely walked out of Spice Ginger's office building, stretched lazily, and greeted the security guard at the entrance before leaving the place.

On a quiet stroll, he glanced at the passing scenery and smiled faintly. It had been a long time since he felt this calm...

"Let's buy a pack of cigarettes!"

His eyes casually scanned the surroundings and found a 24-hour convenience store not far away, although there seemed to be quite a few people inside at the moment.

"Welcome..."

As he stepped into the convenience store, a mechanical electronic voice chimed. Hao Jian smiled faintly and then joined the line behind the other customers, waiting for his turn.

Convenience stores typically stock cigarettes near the cashier, and since there was already a line at the counter, Hao Jian had no choice but to wait.

"Move! Move aside!"

Just as Hao Jian had settled into the queue, an arrogant voice suddenly came from behind him. He then noticed someone abruptly cut in front of him.

"Hey!"

Seeing someone cut the line, Hao Jian's eyes immediately darkened. He reached out, pushed the man's shoulder, and said, "Go to the back of the line. Don't cut in randomly!"

"Say that to me again!"

Hearing Hao Jian's words, the man turned around immediately. His burly figure towered over Hao Jian's relatively lean frame, creating a stark visual contrast. He growled in a deep voice.

A fleeting, sinister glint appeared in the man's eyes—something even Hao Jian failed to notice—but it quickly disappeared. Snorting coldly, the man said, "Looking at your scrawny build, I doubt you could even take one punch from me. Be smart and stand obediently in line. If you want to keep standing here, you should be prepared for a beating!"

As he spoke, the man clenched his fists, and the sharp cracking of his bones sent an intimidating signal.

The commotion drew the attention of the store owner and other customers, who turned to see what was happening. But upon noting the man's burly physique, their expressions shifted slightly, and they quickly averted their gazes. Best not to provoke someone like this.

As for the young man, well, they silently wished him luck and supported him in spirit.

"If you're smart, go to the back of the line. If you continue standing in front of me, I can't guarantee you'll remain standing..."

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Hao Jian repeated the man's words back to him verbatim. The color drained from the man's face, turning red with fury. Rage flickered in his eyes, and a faint killing intent emanated from him. Seeing this, the corners of Hao Jian's mouth curled into a slight smirk. Just this little bit of killing intent, and you want to challenge me?!

"Kid! You'll regret this!"

For some inexplicable reason, the man suddenly let out a feral grin, stunning Hao Jian momentarily. Taking advantage of Hao Jian's brief pause, the man reached behind his back and pulled out a ten-centimeter dagger, thrusting it viciously toward Hao Jian's chest...

Damn it!

Snapping back to reality, Hao Jian instinctively cursed under his breath. With a quick tap of his toes against the floor, his body shifted just enough for the stabbing dagger to miss its intended target and head toward his underarm. Simultaneously, Hao Jian's palm shot forward.

"Smack!"

The dagger plunged into the space under Hao Jian's arm, but at that moment, he clamped it tightly, pinning it in place. His other hand gripped the man's arm like an iron vise, completely immobilizing him.

"With such pathetic assassination skills, you think you can take me on? Still too green," Hao Jian remarked casually, casting a cold glance at the man. Then, with a slight exertion of his arm, he hoisted the man off the ground before flinging him out of the store.

The witnesses—both the shopkeeper and the other customers—watched the scene unfold with expressions of utter disbelief. Just how strong was this young man? To effortlessly toss someone with one hand...

But soon enough, everyone feigned ignorance, gazing at their noses or their shoes, unwilling to involve themselves further. Provoking someone like that would only lead to trouble; it was better to stay out of it.

"Speak up. Who sent you to kill me?"

Looking down at the man sprawled on the ground, Hao Jian's face remained calm. There was no such thing as an unmotivated assassination. If this man dared to attack him, it meant someone was behind it. But who? Hao Jian had to find out through him.

"Ha! You want information?!"

Pinned beneath Hao Jian, the man showed no trace of fear, only a twisted, maniacal grin. He sneered and said, "Hao Jian! I know who you are. I know everything about you. I may have failed to kill you this time, but next time, someone will finish the job!"

"Your title as the God of Death won't last much longer. Get ready to step down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His head slumped to the side, his pupils dilated—he was dead...

Realizing what had just happened, Hao Jian cursed himself for being careless. He crouched down immediately, rifling through the man's belongings in search of any clues.

After a few minutes of searching, Hao Jian stood up, crestfallen. The man had nothing on him except the dagger he had tried to use to kill Hao Jian—not even a single penny. There were no other clues.

"Another headache..."

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Hao Jian shook his head slightly. He grabbed the body by its shoulder and slowly dragged it behind a nearby Big Tree before dialing Spice Ginger's number.

"Spice Ginger, send someone to the Meiyijia convenience store near Xihui Road. There's a body under a tree nearby. Make sure the team is sharp—don't mess this up!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Initially, Spice Ginger was confused as to why Hao Jian would call within minutes of leaving. But upon hearing the reason, he snapped to attention. This kind of cleanup was simple enough—he promptly ordered a few of his men to handle it.

He didn't ask why Hao Jian had a dead body on his hands. His role was to cover Hao Jian's tracks, including dealing with the convenience store witnesses...

At this thought, Spice Ginger decided he needed to handle this personally. Grabbing a suit jacket, he put it on and rushed downstairs with his men, driving to the location Hao Jian had mentioned.

Meanwhile, after finishing the call, Hao Jian flagged a cab and headed to a Western restaurant to grab a quick dinner.

He had no company tonight. Shu Ya was tied up with additional orders at her company, Wen Lan, Yuan Shanshan, and Xiao Qiang were occupied with other matters, and Ye Linglan was busy preparing for an upcoming test. With no one free to join him, Hao Jian opted to dine alone.

"Whoosh!"

After finishing his meal, Hao Jian took a leisurely stroll near a Big Tree. Suddenly, a sharp, whizzing sound reached his ears. Instinctively, he tapped the ground with his toes and dodged back, evading the oncoming projectile.

"Thud!"

A muffled noise followed. Fixing his gaze, Hao Jian saw a dart lodged firmly into the tree trunk ahead, with a piece of white paper attached.

"Strange..."

Muttering under his breath, Hao Jian approached. With a quick motion, he retrieved the dart and the paper without being noticed by anyone nearby.

He lightly tossed the dart aside, letting it sail into an unknown distance. Then, carefully unfolding the piece of paper, his eyes narrowed as he read its contents. After committing everything to memory, he channeled his Qi Force, turning the paper to dust, which then scattered into the wind.

"The Hilton Hotel, huh..."

The paper turned out to be an invitation for Hao Jian to visit the Hilton Hotel. There was no indication of who had sent it—only a vague warning about dire consequences if he didn't show up.

Although Hao Jian wasn't particularly fazed by threats, he decided it was worth investigating. After all, causing a commotion in Hua City could lead to complications. It was better to see for himself who had managed to elude Spice Ginger's extensive network.

Hailing another cab, Hao Jian told the driver the address. Closing his eyes, he began devising strategies in his mind.

He had no idea who the opponent was or their capabilities, so he had to be prepared for anything. While few could pose a real threat to him, it never hurt to tread cautiously. As the saying goes, "You don't stand by the river without getting your feet wet."

After a 20-minute drive, Hao Jian arrived at the Hilton Hotel. Just as he stepped through the door, a waiter approached him and asked, "Are you Mr. Hao Jian?"

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