Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 958 - 957: Why Don't You Go Die?!

"Drip... drip..."

Threads of fresh blood dripped from the long knife in Hao Jian's hand onto the ground, emitting a ticking sound. Before him lay countless corpses, sprawled across the open space in disarray. The blood from everyone pooled together, forming one crimson puddle after another, blending with the chilly night air.

A hellish tableau unfolded in the human world, stark and unforgiving. Yet Hao Jian's clothing remained spotless, free from even the slightest trace of blood. Apart from the long knife, neither his shoes nor the pristine white shirt bore any marks of the carnage.

Coupled with the perpetual, gentle smile upon his lips, he was akin to the God of Death...

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

At that moment, the ringtone of a mobile phone sounded. Hao Jian retrieved it and pressed the answer key. Soon after, Spice Ginger's voice came through.

"Young Master Hao! A few of my men just called to report that there was intense gunfire at your location that only recently ceased. Are you alright?"

"Haha! I'm fine. Tell your men to come over and help me clean up the aftermath. I'm heading out -- killing so many people tonight has drained me."

Chuckling lightly at her words, Hao Jian smirked. These people were hardly capable of even grazing him — his level was simply untouchable. Standing idly would suffice for him to annihilate them purely by instinct.

Let alone when he engaged in combat intentionally. If anyone managed to get so much as a scratch on him, Hao Jian might as well bash his head against a block of tofu in disgrace.

"Understood! I'll inform them now to head over for cleanup." Spice Ginger nodded as her thoughts suddenly pivoted. She added, "Oh, by the way, Director Lin from the city bureau just called, asking if we need his assistance?"

Lin Nantian?

Hao Jian's lips curved into a faint smile. "Tell Lin Nantian to stay at the police station and focus on calming the witnesses. Some may have been victimized by the people from Ye Heavenly Mansion; have Lin Nantian handle that as well. Offer comfort where it's due, pay reparations where necessary — after all, this is on us."

"As for his help, don't bother. At the end of the day, he's a police bureau director. Collaborating with us cannot be done openly. Let him stick to what's within his capacity. I'll make sure to thank him personally later."

It was clear Lin Nantian served as the bureau director, while Spice Ginger was an underworld kingpin. To outsiders, these two factions seemed like fire and water — one championing the law, the other bending or outright breaking it. They could hardly seem more at odds.

But amidst their dynamic stood one individual to whom both were compelled to bow: Hao Jian.

"Alright! I'll relay that to him!"

Receiving Hao Jian's orders, Spice Ginger promptly hung up and made the call to Lin Nantian. Meanwhile, she also sent one of her cleaner subordinates to lead a team to inspect the sites of the incidents, ensuring nothing was left unresolved.

"This time, consider yourselves lucky..."

Leaving the warehouse, Hao Jian drove his Enzo, navigating through the bustling city streets. His lips held a slight smile as he observed the ebb and flow of life, though his eyes flashed with a fleeting cold glint when passing train stations or airports, only to extinguish moments later...

If Hao Jian had been more decisive, no member of Ye Heavenly Mansion present in Hua City would have escaped this time. But for reasons unknown, he refrained from sealing off these crucial points of departure.

The car sped swiftly onward, bringing Hao Jian to the hospital, where Ye Linglan and her brother resided in their room. Gazing at the two figures still sleeping peacefully on the bed, Hao Jian finally let a genuine smile surface.

"Whimper, whimper, whimper..."

Suddenly, as Hao Jian marveled at the scene, Ye Linglan's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her lips trembled, emitting soft noises that snapped Hao Jian out of his thoughts. He hurried over to her side, took her petite hand in his, and gently stroked it.

Leaning close to her ear, his warm, soothing voice followed. "It's okay. I'm here. No one can hurt you."

"..."

Upon hearing his words, Ye Linglan's tightly knit brows gradually eased. Her lips curved slightly, as if dreaming of something joyful.

Seeing her like this, Hao Jian let out a sigh of relief and a quiet chuckle. Holding onto Ye Linglan's hand, he refused to let go, pulling up a chair to quietly watch the sleeping beauty on the bed.

"Daybreak..."

Before anyone realized, the distant sky turned pale, heralding dawn. In mere minutes, sunlight streamed through the glass panes, illuminating the hospital room with its gentle warmth, enveloping the three in a tranquil embrace...

"A new day begins. This day marks not only a fresh start for you siblings but also a new chapter for me. Your enemies will now be mine to obliterate!"

"I will never allow last night's horrors to repeat themselves upon you two. This is my vow, my choice. My love and family — I will protect them!"

Standing on the balcony, Hao Jian gazed at the rising sun outside. His eyes flicked towards the siblings still asleep, as his low and resolute words echoed softly in the morning light...

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In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Following the recent incidents, Ye Heavenly Mansion ceased all talk regarding Ye Linglan and her brother's actions.

The next morning, the remnants of Ye Heavenly Mansion still lingering in Hua City received orders from their family to withdraw discreetly from Hua City. The repercussions of this operation were monumental for them.

Not only had they lost a significant number of men, but they had also come face-to-face with Hao Jian's overwhelming power. In a single night, he obliterated nearly thirty to forty percent of their forces. If this were to happen a few more times, Ye Heavenly Mansion, an ancient sect, might vanish entirely!

Ye Linglan remained hospitalized for three days during her recovery before finally being discharged. As for Ye Chunliang, his severed hand posed surgical challenges far beyond Hao Jian's expectations.

Even so, Hao Jian persevered, managing to reconnect ruptured veins from other parts of Ye Chunliang's body to his hand. While it restored function, his arm couldn't be fully repaired.

This ordeal saw extensive efforts in bone alignment, completely exhausting Hao Jian. Though initial procedures performed by hospital staff established a foundation, gaps remained, owing to discrepancies in medical expertise.

Fortunately, Hao Jian promptly detected and addressed these issues. Over the past two weeks, multiple subsequent surgeries were performed to optimize Chunliang's arm. By the end of the period, Chunliang was discharged from the hospital.

However, that hand remained unable to lift heavy objects. Recovery would take years of herbal treatment before complete normalization was possible.

During this time, Ye Chunliang enjoyed a glimpse of indulgence, truly living the life of a pampered "young master." His injury ensured his sister lavished him with care, halting her own studies temporarily to attend to him wholly.

Seeing this, Hao Jian refrained from intervening. Ye Linglan's academic performance was solid enough. With his support, the siblings would graduate without issue, even if schooling paused temporarily.

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While Hao Jian dedicated himself to the siblings' welfare, Yuan Shanshan's affairs quickly turned grim...

Since that incident where she was belittled by a relative, Yuan Shanshan impulsively purchased a villa on the outskirts of Hua City, spending over thirty million yuan. The luxury was undeniable, though its vastness seemed overwhelming given that only the three of them lived there.

Upon her mother's suggestion, Yuan Shanshan hired several housekeepers through an agency, bringing vitality to the otherwise empty villa.

But today brought aggravation. It wasn't the spaciousness—today, a dozen housekeepers stood at her villa's entrance, holding banners and signs, accusing her of wage theft...

Famous as Yuan Shanshan was, the notion of her withholding wages seemed absurd. She would never do such a thing.

Yet public opinion quickly swayed. With those dramatic demonstrations, even reporters from the district's TV station arrived, claiming she had refused to pay the staff their dues.

It didn't matter that Yuan Shanshan had not only paid their salaries punctually but also offered raises on some occasions out of empathy for their hard work. Trust, however, proved fragile. She hadn't foreseen such betrayal.

As a public figure, Yuan Shanshan knew the repercussions of bad press. Online dissemination of these accusations would severely damage her reputation!

On a grander scale, even the Shu Ya Group could feel the impact. As their chief jewelry designer, her controversy would indirectly taint the company.

"Yuan Shanshan! Wage thief! We housekeepers struggle to survive, yet this woman dares to withhold our pay! Everyone, speak up—why doesn't someone like her simply die?!"

"Ladies and gentlemen watching from home, we have shocking news—the world-renowned jeweler Yuan Shanshan has allegedly failed to compensate her housekeepers, prompting them to publicly demand payment!"

The crowd of housekeepers, reporters, and onlookers swelled at Yuan Shanshan's doorstep, the commotion growing deafening...