Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 957 - 956: Becoming More and More Lethal

"They should be okay now…"

Seeing the red light of the emergency room turn off, Hao Jian slowly exhaled a breath of relief. When the doctors came out, he stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, how are the two of them doing?"

"Mr. Hao, Miss Ye's condition is merely a case of severe shock. Her emotions have stabilized now. However, Mr. Ye's condition is less optimistic. Although we've performed an initial reattachment of the severed arm, there are several surgeries needed ahead. Until they are completed, we can't give you an accurate answer..."

The doctor removed his mask, his eyes heavy with concern, and spoke to Hao Jian in a somber tone.

"Thank you, doctor."

Hearing an outcome roughly in line with his expectations, Hao Jian felt a slight sense of relief. As long as their lives were not in danger, the issues could be dealt with—he would personally resolve Ye Chunliang's severed arm.

After all, he himself was a doctor. Not just any doctor, but one with exceptional medical skill. While a severed arm was troublesome, it was far from unmanageable.

For now, the primary task was to have the doctors stabilize Ye Chunliang's physical condition. The critical upcoming surgeries would be handled by him. Hao Jian had little trust in other doctors for such pivotal procedures.

After arranging for Ye Linglan and her brother to rest comfortably in the hospital, Hao Jian picked up his phone and dialed Spice Ginger.

"Spice Ginger, how is the task I assigned you coming along?"

"Young Master Hao, we've preliminarily tracked the movements of over a hundred members of Ye Heavenly Mansion in Hua City. Now we just need to close the net we've spread before they leave Hua City!"...

Spice Ginger's voice carried a weight of seriousness. "However, the hundred-plus people are somewhat scattered. Even if we've pinpointed their whereabouts, it's not easy to eliminate them all in one strike. It'll take some time. I've already secretly sealed off several routes out of Hua City, but if we keep dragging on, they're bound to grow suspicious..."...

"If they start suspecting, it'll be harder to capture them. After all, these hundred-plus individuals blending into the multi-million population of Hua City would barely create a ripple..."

"If they're refusing to gather, find a way to make them cluster together. This time, I will ensure Ye Heavenly Mansion suffers irreparable damage."

Chilling words escaped Hao Jian's lips as his deep eyes gazed at the pitch-black night sky. His hand gripped the railing with a bit of force, and with a creak, a deep handprint appeared on the metal.

Ye Heavenly Mansion was never a massive organization to begin with. Hao Jian had already taken out two of their groups. If this hundred-plus people were eliminated next, the mansion's manpower would take a critical hit, losing nearly three hundred members. It might even prompt Ye Heavenly Mansion's enemies to strike without Hao Jian lifting a finger.

This kind of opportunity to cripple Ye Heavenly Mansion's strength was not something that came around often. In its full form, none of their enemies could overcome Ye Heavenly Mansion. But a weakened version? That might prove a different story.

"So, Young Master Hao, how do we lure them together this time?"

"Plant a little hint for them—spread the news that Ye Haozhi and Ye Tianguang failed their mission and were captured. They're being held in an abandoned warehouse on the western outskirts of Hua City."

After a moment of thought, Hao Jian slowly spoke out.

On the other end of the line, Spice Ginger paused briefly, hesitation creeping into his tone as he tentatively asked, "Young Master Hao, wouldn't it be unlikely for them to fall for this?"

"They will. They absolutely will!"

Hao Jian declared firmly, "And the moment they get the news, they will move tonight. Why? Because we're dealing with Ye Haozhi and Ye Tianguang—they might lose their lives, but these two must not die!"

"If those two perish, then the rest of them will have to die as well. The current leader of Ye Heavenly Mansion is no one to mess with."

"If that's the case, I'll have my subordinates spread the word now. The rest is up to you, Young Master Hao!" Since Hao Jian sounded so confident, Spice Ginger didn't ask further. His role was simply to assist Hao Jian and deliver information.

"Get to it! I trust you!"

Hao Jian nodded and hung up the phone. Turning, he glanced at the resting figures of Ye Linglan and her brother in the recovery ward. Exhaling deeply, he headed downstairs, entered the parking lot, got into his Enzo, and drove off toward the address he'd just shared with Spice Ginger.

Considering Spice Ginger's resources in Hua City, relaying this piece of information to those hundred-plus individuals might take mere minutes. From there, all that was left was to wait for them to gather and arrive at the location—everything would unfold according to plan.

"Ye Heavenly Mansion, this time, I'll make you suffer. Let this be your punishment. For Lanlan's sake, I won't destroy you completely. But if Lanlan decides to wipe you out, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Eyes fixed on the deep night sky, Hao Jian's gaze turned icy, and faint killing intent surrounded him. The aura seeped through the car window, spilling onto the road beyond before quickly vanishing into the world. The road left an echo of red light in the wake of the speeding car.

Ye Heavenly Mansion members would likely never imagine that Hao Jian's strength had grown far greater since their past clashes. If they continued underestimating him based on prior encounters, they might lose even more members. Forget capturing Ye Linglan; they might struggle just to protect themselves.

In this era dominated by the internet, transmitting a message was ridiculously easy. As soon as Spice Ginger set his subordinates to spread the news, Ye Heavenly Mansion members received it almost instantly.

Their temporary leaders immediately decided to investigate the warehouse in the western outskirts, regardless of whether the news was true or false. Better safe than sorry.

"Spice Ginger, send over a few brothers to clean this up later..." Upon arriving at the warehouse, Hao Jian suddenly thought of something. He quickly placed a call to Spice Ginger.

Over a hundred people meeting their end here would be no trivial matter. True to his nature, Hao Jian preferred others to handle such clean-up tasks—especially corpse disposal. He wasn't about to dirty his own hands.

Hearing this request, Spice Ginger hurriedly ordered ten or so specialized subordinates to take care of the matter. He figured this number should suffice.

"But Young Master Hao's bloodlust has been deepening lately..."

Recalling how his subordinates had previously cleaned up the aftermath of Hao Jian's fights, Spice Ginger could still vividly imagine the brutality of those scenes. The sheer, overwhelming stench of blood was etched in the reports his men had submitted.

Over a hundred lives extinguished on a whim. Hao Jian killed without hesitation. But upon second thought, Spice Ginger understood.

Anyone in Hua City familiar with Hao Jian's reputation knew his reverse scale: his loved ones and brothers. Whoever crossed that line would face catastrophic consequences—as evidenced by this incident. Passersby alarmed by the chaos had called the police, leading to a major crime operation initially being set up. Yet upon learning Hao Jian was involved and understanding the backstory, authorities promptly canceled the action without hesitation.

They even sent personnel to assist in tidying up the scene. No one dared provoke Hao Jian when he was furious—it was an act akin to courting death.

The time passed swiftly. An hour slid by, yet Hao Jian showed no impatience while waiting in the warehouse. He knew they were bound to arrive soon.

"Rustle, rustle!"

A faint sound caught Hao Jian's ears, causing a corner of his lips to curl into a faint smile. Finally, they had arrived!

He stepped forward, heading toward the warehouse entrance.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The faint noise was quickly followed by rapid bursts of movement slicing through the air. In the space before the warehouse, shadowy figures began landing one after another. Counting carefully, there were at least 150 of them.

"Welcome, everyone. Now… be prepared to offer your heads!"

Standing in the doorway, surveying the crowd, Hao Jian nonchalantly stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest, a mocking glint in his eyes.

Just as he predicted, concern over their elders had forced these people into action. Judging by the turnout, most of them had shown up.

Though the headcount differed slightly from the intelligence provided by Spice Ginger, 150 was plenty. As for the remaining individuals, perhaps they were simply lucky this time.

If this world truly harbored karmic retribution, their escape might have lightened Hao Jian's burden. Yet as someone who had once been the God of Death, such notions of karma never made it into his lexicon.

"Kid! You alone...? Hahaha! Better hand over our elders willingly, or don't blame us for being rude!"

"If you want to live, you'd best heed the words of Boss Ye Yu! Otherwise, prepare to die here!"