Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 969 - 968: A Kiss!

"Wow!"

"Clap... clap... clap..."

As Hao Jian stood up, the room suddenly erupted with thunderous applause, so intense that many people whistled and shouted. The enthusiasm from the audience was even more intense and lasting compared to when Star Yan had performed earlier.

If it weren't for Hao Jian motioning with his hand after a few minutes, the audience might have continued cheering and clapping endlessly...

"Do you like it?"

At this moment, Hao Jian approached Ye Linglan, with deep affection in his eyes, smiling, he said, "This piece was composed just for you, though I never had the chance to play it for you until now. But looking at it today, it seems like the perfect moment..."

"I love it..."

As Hao Jian walked over, Ye Linglan had slowly stood up. Her eyes were filled with such infatuation, and her smile was so enchanting that it left many people in a daze.

At the same time, the audience erupted once again into deafening cheers, eventually turning into a wave of sound rolling away...

"Kiss her, give one! Kiss her, give one! Kiss her, give one..."

Seeing the sudden explosion of enthusiasm in the room, Hao Jian chuckled softly and didn't disappoint everyone's expectations. He gently wrapped Ye Linglan's slender waist, and as the waves of sound surged, he slowly bent his head down and kissed Ye Linglan.

"Good! Good!"

"Good!"

"..."

Hao Jian's kiss response made the applause and cheers from the audience even more intense. Some people even wanted Hao Jian to do it again. However, Hao Jian just smiled and did not act further.

He's not a monkey, and kissing once was the best response he could give them. Besides, couldn't they see Ye Linglan's face turning as red as an apple? If this teasing continued, Ye Linglan might faint from embarrassment.

"That bastard! How dare he do such a sneaky thing right in front of me!"

At this moment, Yan Ming, who had been lost in Hao Jian's music, snapped back to reality. His eyes, slowly clearing from a dazed state, caught Hao Jian kissing Ye Linglan at the audience's request. Instantly, his heart roared with anger...

Ye Linglan is his woman! No one but him can touch her. Even if he lost this time, he can still renege on the deal because most of the audience here are his fans, his people. No one would interfere if he did something to Hao Jian, as this was his territory!

Even though he was angry at how these spectators were bewitched by a single piece of music from Hao Jian, the urgent matter was to deal with Hao Jian first. If he couldn't handle Hao Jian, he could only watch as Hao Jian and Ye Linglan embraced intimately, without being able to do anything.

"All of you, be quiet!"

Feeling anxious, Yan Ming shouted angrily at the audience, "You're all my fans! How can you let this guy treat my woman like this?!"

"Do you not want to be my fans anymore?! Do you not want to hear my songs, which are way better than this guy's garbage tunes?!"

"Now, shut your mouths immediately. I am the only star you should idolize! And you have the nerve to worship this guy?!"

"This guy played a very ordinary piece, and you responded like this. Are you being fair to me?!"

To Yan Ming, if they are his fans, they should listen to him and only adore him. Even if he berates the audience harshly, they should just accept it with silly smiles.

As he finished speaking, he stood on stage with a smug expression, waiting in silence for the audience to repent aloud. At the same time, he thought that as long as someone immediately said something to agree with him, he would not pursue the matter further...

"Idiot!"

Hao Jian also heard what Yan Ming said and, with a look of disdain, shook his head. Someone as self-centered as that would soon learn what suffering truly meant.

These spectators are living, breathing people and are just as intelligent as Yan Ming. Moreover, in this society, everyone is supposed to be equal. From another perspective, Yan Ming isn't some high-and-mighty celebrity, and these spectators aren't people of low status.

So when the audience heard Yan Ming's words, treating them like small animals, their expressions all turned sour simultaneously. This star they adored had already made many mistakes today. Competing with Hao Jian for attention was just for show in front of a beauty.

Some of them had experienced rivalries themselves and understood the situation, so they hadn't said anything. However, Yan Ming's subsequent behavior had grown increasingly poor, to the point where the audience didn't even want to speak.

But now, remaining silent was no longer an option, especially after being insulted. They had to react; otherwise, they would be proving themselves to indeed be fools...

"What did you say, you brat?!"

Upon hearing Yan Ming's words, the spectators became irritable, and they spoke up, condemning him with all sorts of remarks!

"What did I say?! You dare to ask what I said?!"

Yan Ming, consumed by rage, smiled sarcastically. These spectators were truly amusing! They dared to question him like this! Weren't they supposed to be on his side? If they weren't going to speak up for him, they certainly shouldn't oppose him?!

Since his debut, no one had ever dared to defy him in this circle!

"Damn it! A guy who doesn't even qualify as a musician dares to talk to us like this!? Do you really think that just because you're a star, we all have to follow you unconditionally?! Damn, I'm not your clueless fan!"

Yan Ming's words incited overwhelming anger among the spectators, some even throwing their water bottles toward the stage in fury. However, their throws might have lacked strength, as the bottles only landed shortly before the stage.

Looking at the offensive bottle, Yan Ming's expression turned icy. He vowed never to allow these people into his concerts ever again!

"Get out, all of you! In the future, none of you will be welcome at my concerts."

"Who cares about your concerts?!"

"But before we leave, let's make sure we get back at you!"

With that, more than a dozen spectators stood up from their seats and started rushing toward the stage, clenching their fists and eager to strike.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Seeing these burly men rushing over, the arrogant Yan Ming was startled into a shout, calling out to the nearby security guards, "Security! Security!"

But the security guards paid no attention to Yan Ming's calls; instead, they stood around casually chatting, as if they hadn't heard him at all.

In this situation, Yan Ming had angered the audience present, and some people were rushing down to beat him. For the guards to intervene would be to court disaster!?

After all, if Yan Ming got beaten, they could shift the responsibility to the audience. Even if the police showed up, they would have to diplomatically handle the situation given the hostility of five thousand people against Yan Ming, not to mention guards without firearms.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Thus, the dozen or so burly spectators reached Yan Ming without any obstruction, sneering at him menacingly, "What do you think?!"

"We pay attention to you, considering it a favor! You don't even understand the basic rules of this circle; you truly are a newbie! And claiming to be one of the top ten newcomers? Haha! That's laughable!"

"Maybe your career ends here. Now I'm going to beat you up; otherwise, I won't be satisfied!"

"My girlfriend said I should hit you, so I must hit you..."

"You... you all..."

A moment later, all Yan Ming could see were the fists of over a dozen men raining down on his face, and then everything went dark...

"Ah!"

A scream tore from Yan Ming's throat as blows rained down on his head, face, arms, and legs. Every part of his body was pummeled by those men's punches and kicks, repeating the process over and over again. In the end, the previous anger in Yan Ming's expression was replaced entirely by sheer terror.

These guys are crazy! All of them are crazy!

"Alright, everyone, if you keep beating him like this, you might end up killing him. After all, our dear Star Yan is still a star..."

Seeing the pitiful state Yan Ming was in, Hao Jian's lips curled into a faint smile. It seemed he didn't even need to lift a finger to make Yan Ming look foolish...

Amid the attack by the burly men, no one came to Yan Ming's aid. He looked several times toward the audience, hoping to find the people he had secretly planted there, the ones he arranged to support him. But who knew that those people had quietly slipped away from their seats, gone to who knows where, when he needed them?

There were five thousand people here, and those he planted numbered around a hundred. They had been paid by Yan Ming just to stir up the crowd, not to get into fights. Even if there was fighting, they wouldn't dare join in—there were five thousand people here!

Just a few hundred could wipe the floor with them...

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