Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 963 - 962 Acting Without Regard for Consequences!

"Qi Jin!"

Just as Ding Li stepped out of the car, he heard a familiar voice. He abruptly turned his head and caught sight of Qi Jin, exclaiming in shock.

"I was wondering who'd dare mess with my plans. Turns out, it's you!" Ding Li glared at Qi Jin, his eyes gleaming with menace. He sneered coldly and said, "Didn't you latch on to some bigshot boss? What's this—gotten rich and now you're here to stomp on me?"

Ding Li and Qi Jin originally came from the same village. Back then, they operated under the same underground faction. But during a major power struggle, the two chose opposing sides and ended up leading rival crews.

For years, the factions clashed endlessly until Qi Jin's side seized an opportunity and crushed Ding Li's faction for good.

Shortly after that, Qi Jin's faction was absorbed into Spice Ginger's organization, becoming part of its core units. Meanwhile, Ding Li, after a narrow escape, stumbled his way into founding his shady intermediary business...

"I thought after that incident you'd find a steady job and live out your days in peace. But no, you're still the same, committing these heinous acts!" Qi Jin's stare bore into Ding Li, his piercing gaze mixed with disdain. He chuckled coldly and said, "For the sake of our old camaraderie, I'll advise you—drop this disgusting line of work now. If you don't, you won't be able to handle what comes next!"

"What a joke!"

Hearing this, Ding Li was so enraged he started laughing. Where did this guy's audacity come from, ordering him to quit his business? What, just because he had a handful of men?

"Qi Jin, you've really fallen off. You think anyone in our line of work has the luxury of leaving? Spare me your self-righteous act. I, Ding Li, have never worried about consequences!"

"If that's the case, we'll have to settle this with blood."

Seeing that his plea was futile, Qi Jin sighed deeply. Did Ding Li really think he could afford to provoke someone like Hao Jian? All of Hua City was essentially Hao Jian's turf. Snuffing out a guy like this would be laughably easy. Qi Jin had already offered Ding Li a way out—only for Ding Li to toss it aside.

"You're still the same fake, sanctimonious bastard! I've had enough of your face!" Seeing Qi Jin sigh, Ding Li felt a burning rage flare from deep within, surging to his mind.

"Keep running your mouth, and Young Master Hao's going to get pissed. Let's just end this now..." Qi Jin shook his head slightly, his eyes sweeping over the thirteen men standing behind Ding Li. He clapped his hands loudly...

"Vroom-vroom!"

As the clapping subsided, the sudden roar of powerful engines erupted from behind Qi Jin. Moments later, two sleek Mercedes business vans rolled out from the roadside and parked firmly behind him.

"Brother Jin!"

A group of nearly thirty men jumped out of the vans. Their leader urgently walked up to Qi Jin and nodded before asking curiously, "Brother Jin, isn't Young Master Hao supposed to be here? I heard the boss say he was..."

"Haha, Young Master Hao should be showing up any moment now."

Upon hearing this, Qi Jin chuckled, his eyes narrowing sharply as they locked onto the villa's main entrance. Down the road, a relaxed figure strolled leisurely into view.

"Young Master Hao!"

As Hao Jian appeared, everyone immediately bowed toward him in unison, their voices reverent.

"Alright, we're all brothers here. No need for formalities," Hao Jian said with a slight smile as he walked past the group, stopping directly in front of Ding Li.

"So, you're Ding Li?"

"You little punk, who do you think you are to say our boss's name so casually?" Before Ding Li could respond, one of the subordinates behind him cursed at Hao Jian.

"Hmm?"

Hearing the insult, Hao Jian's men instantly radiated killing intent. How dare this guy curse at Young Master Hao?

"Ridiculous! There isn't a single soul on this planet that Young Master Hao doesn't dare to cross!" Qi Jin let out a cold laugh first. He raised his hand and flung a Telescopic Baton toward the offending man with lightning speed. The action was so swift that even Ding Li couldn't react in time. By the time he realized what had happened, the baton had already smashed into the man's head, leaving him bleeding profusely.

"Bastard! What the hell are you doing?!"

Ding Li glared at Qi Jin furiously, though deep inside, he was wary. After all, he only had a dozen men on his side, while Qi Jin had thirty. Such a disparity in numbers wasn't just intimidating—it was devastating.

"What am I doing? Punishing someone for daring to insult Young Master Hao. This, believe it or not, is the lightest consequence. Otherwise, I'd have ended him already..."

Qi Jin spoke calmly.

"Enough with the chatter..." Hao Jian waved dismissively at Qi Jin, then pointed a finger at Ding Li, his voice tinged with amusement. "Teach them a lesson."

"Understood!"

Following Hao Jian's orders, Qi Jin and his men sprang into action, brandishing their weapons as they charged toward Ding Li's group. In an instant, the chaotic sounds of shouting and fighting filled the air.

"As for you nosy journalists, stay put." Hao Jian had no interest in small-time fights like this. For him, men like Ding Li were as insignificant as an ant. But for Qi Jin and his crew, even a brawl like this carried some weight—albeit not one that would cost any lives.

As Hao Jian pointed toward the stunned journalists, he smiled faintly. His gaze grew icy, and his tone became commanding: "You should know there are things better left unsaid. If you don't want to end up like those guys on the ground, you'd better comply..."

With a slight gesture toward the downed subordinates of Ding Li, Hao Jian's meaning was unmistakable.

If Hao Jian despised anyone more than rival thugs, it was reporters. Their meddling tendencies always complicated matters for him. Without them, his plans could've been executed effortlessly.

"Understood! Understood!"

The journalists, bold as they usually were, chose to suppress their curiosity in the face of such a clear threat. One look at Hao Jian told them this was no bluff.

Most of them were only here for a juicy scoop, something that would get their outlets more views or attention. The ethical side of things? They hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Director Lin, send a few officers over. There are some criminals here that need rounding up..." Satisfied that the reporters had quieted down, Hao Jian pulled out his phone and dialed Lin Nantian.

He hadn't wanted Lin Nantian involved earlier—fearful that the reporters would paint him as colluding with criminals. But now, all that was left was cleanup. With everything done by the book, the journalists wouldn't suspect Lin Nantian was working for Hao Jian.

"Got it. I'll send a team over immediately."

After listening to Hao Jian's instructions, Lin Nantian responded without hesitation. Hanging up, he left his office in a rush, quickly assembling over ten police officers to head to the given address.

Before they left, Lin Nantian made sure to remind his officers repeatedly: grab the suspects, and don't meddle in anything else...

By now, the fight had reached its final stage. Half of Ding Li's men were already down at the first clash; the rest were putting up a desperate but futile resistance.

Some journalists tried to sneakily capture footage of the scene, but before they could even raise their cameras, an ominous chill washed over them. Turning their heads, they met Hao Jian's cold, piercing gaze...

"If I catch anyone else playing dirty, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The words sent shivers down their spines. Who *was* this young man? His expression was terrifying. Could it be—was he Yuan Shanshan's man? But did Yuan Shanshan really have someone like this?

The police arrived quickly, their sirens wailing in the distance just as Qi Jin's men subdued Ding Li's group. Hearing the wail of police sirens, the journalists' faces lit up with joy. The cops were here! That meant safety!

"Officers!"

Throwing Hao Jian's threats to the wind, the journalists scrambled toward the police, talking over each other in their eagerness.

"Officer, that young man just threatened us!"

"And those people—they're openly brawling in the streets! Such a disgrace to Hua City's public image!"

"Exactly, exactly! Reporter Liu is right. It's them!"

All of the journalists' accusations were aimed squarely at Hao Jian's group, conveniently ignoring Ding Li's crew. At this point, they weren't after journalistic truth; they just wanted payback for being threatened.

Humans are selfish creatures. No one is truly impartial, least of all reporters in situations like this.

That said, Lin Nantian had warned his officers multiple times before sending them out—not to mess with Hao Jian. Hearing the journalists' complaints now, the officers' faces grew awkward.

Hao Jian was not someone they could afford to offend. These journalists—were they clueless or just plain stupid? Did they really think they could criticize someone like him from a moral high ground? Did they want to get blacklisted from the media entirely?

"Ahem, dear media friends, let's all calm down. How about we let us do our jobs first?"

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