Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 975 - 974

"Hmm? That bastard!"

Hao Jian, who had been keeping his eyes glued to Ye Linglan outside, suddenly saw her collapse weakly onto the dining table. When he caught sight of the unabashed lustful glint in Yan Ming's eyes, a cold gleam flashed violently in Hao Jian's own. Faint killing intent began swirling around him.

"Spice Ginger, have the brothers inside keep an eye on them immediately! I'm headed over there now!"

Hao Jian then saw Yan Ming and that waiter carrying Ye Linglan away. Without hesitation, he dialed Spice Ginger's number. Upon hearing Hao Jian's directive, Spice Ginger quickly instructed the people inside to monitor Yan Ming's movements.

"Got it!"

Spice Ginger responded and promptly added, "Young Master Hao, Yan Ming's room is on the highest floor of the hotel—the ninth floor, room 911. Once you've taken the elevator up, my men will meet you there!"

"Alright!"

Ending the call, Hao Jian turned off his phone, quickly stepped into the hotel, surveyed the lobby layout, and then walked toward the elevator. He entered, pressed the button for the designated floor.

Yan Ming… Yan Ming! I let you off last time, and yet you haven't learned your lesson. Now you dare set your sights on Lanlan again? Seems like I absolutely can't let you go this time. Yesterday, out of consideration for Lanlan and your shared history as classmates, I didn't kill you. But now… unless I finish you off, I won't be able to quench this hatred in my heart!

As the elevator ascended, the killing intent in Hao Jian's eyes grew increasingly intense. Finally, it crystallized into two icy, colorless pupils—the cold fury within them almost tangible, flitting back and forth like a vengeful echo…

"Young Master Hao!"

As the elevator doors opened onto the floor, a man, approximately twenty-five years old, was already waiting respectfully at the entrance. Taking a step forward out of the elevator, Hao Jian nodded slightly and said, "Lead the way!"

"Yes!"

The man nodded quickly, suppressing the excitement of meeting Hao Jian. Wearing an eager expression, he started guiding Hao Jian, twisting and turning down corridors until they approached Yan Ming's room.

"Haha, I used way too much of the drug this time… Looks like this woman won't be waking up anytime soon..." Yan Ming chuckled as he gazed at Ye Linglan lying motionless on the bed, her breathing unnervingly rapid. His face wore a grimy grin, both smug and filthy.

In his mind, nothing could rival the thrill of possessing Ye Linglan's body. Although the means to achieve it were far from honorable, as long as he cleaned up afterward, leaving no trace, he could remain untouchable.

He even contemplated opportunities to revive his reputation as the Piano Prince. After all, these sorts of scandals were commonplace in this circle. He could always hire cyber mercenaries to rebrand the narrative, making it appear as mere sensationalized gossip. Over time, people would forget the ugly truth he had tried so desperately to conceal…

Imagining an unblemished future awaiting him, Yan Ming couldn't help but revel further in his delusions.

"After tonight, you'll no longer be the untouchable Goddess in my eyes!"

Yan Ming's fingers brushed lightly against Ye Linglan's cheek. His eyes burned with desire, and as he traced the captivating curves of her figure, heat surged uncontrollably through him.

Such irresistible allure! Finally, the moment had come to savor his prize!

"My beauty, let me help you out of these clothes…"

Yan Ming's hands trembled uncontrollably as he extended them toward Ye Linglan, shoulder-bound. Lust and excitement overwhelmed him as he anticipated finally seeing the woman of his dreams in a stripped-down state. In his warped mind, pride swelled for his "achievement."

"Bang!"

At the exact moment Yan Ming's hands neared Ye Linglan's shoulders, a thunderous noise erupted from within his room, startling him out of his sordid trance. He instinctively dashed to the living room, only to see five individuals steadily filing into the room…

Leading the group was a face that burned into his memory like a scalding brand. Yan Ming's rage flared as he recognized Hao Jian. If it weren't for this man, he wouldn't have ended up in his current predicament!

He had been mere moments away from claiming the woman he had longed for—so tantalizingly close. But at that pivotal juncture, this man, of all people, had reappeared in his life. The fury that consumed Yan Ming defied words.

"You damned bastard!"

Overcome with anger, Yan Ming bellowed furiously at Hao Jian, pointing an accusing finger. "Why is it that every time I'm on the verge of success, you show up to haunt me like a persistent ghost?!"

"Heh, you dared target my woman. Did you really think I'd let you get away with it? This time, I've only got one thing to say to you…" Hao Jian smirked and shook his head mockingly, his face a mask of derision. Coldly, he sneered, "You've provoked me, so don't even think about escaping unscathed like last time. You might never return to this world again…"

"What do you mean?!"

"What do I mean? You'll know soon enough!" Hao Jian retorted icily, waving his hand dismissively toward Yan Ming and calling out, "Take him down for me!"

"Yes!"

The four men behind Hao Jian responded immediately, rushing forward to subdue Yan Ming. Poor Yan Ming tried in vain to resist—he figured they were just four ordinary men, and evasion seemed feasible. However, little did he know, these individuals were specifically handpicked by Spice Ginger from his elite ranks.

Each one of them had the combat prowess to be ranked among the best fighters. Against someone like Yan Ming, who had only dabbled in fitness but lacked martial arts training, they easily restrained him without breaking a sweat.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" Unable to move, Yan Ming barked indignantly at Hao Jian, seething with rage. "Brat, let me go now! Or else, don't even dream of saving your woman!"

Desperate to find any leverage, Yan Ming's voice took on a nervous urgency: "She drank the drug I smuggled from the USA—if another ten minutes pass, the effects will fully kick in. By then, forget the hospital—there won't even be time to make a move!"

Hao Jian's face darkened slightly upon hearing this. With a swift push-off from the ground, he darted into the room without sparing Yan Ming so much as a glance.

Inside, he saw Ye Linglan sprawled on the bed, her breaths growing increasingly labored. Hao Jian's pupils constricted as he moved decisively to her side. Placing a hand on her forehead, he released a faint qi force from his palm, guiding it into her body.

"Red Powder Skull?!"

The sensations transmitted through the qi allowed Hao Jian to instantly identify the drug's composition. Breathing a slight sigh of relief, he muttered to himself.

Thank goodness it wasn't a more potent aphrodisiac; otherwise, Ye Linglan might have already torn her clothes off or exhibited even more erratic behavior.

Red Powder Skull—one of those obsolete drugs from America, long abandoned in favor of stronger alternatives. Clearly, only someone as clueless as Yan Ming, who had never even stepped foot in the USA, would think this stuff was some sort of dangerously effective concoction.

"Tap tap tap!"

Using two joined fingers, Hao Jian rapidly pinpointed several acupoints on Ye Linglan's body, temporarily suppressing the drug's effects circulating within her. Straightening his posture, he reassured her softly:

"Rest assured, those who've harmed you will pay—every last one of them…"

While the immediate effect of the drug was subdued, its lingering pain continued to resonate throughout Ye Linglan's body. As Hao Jian watched her furrowed brows tense from the discomfort, his chest tightened with regret. If only he had anticipated this, he might have prevented her from coming here—or entered the hotel earlier instead of keeping watch outside!

Modern medicine had no answer to this drug. The sole antidote lay in physical intimacy between a man and a woman—there was no other solution.

The current setting, however, was far from ideal for such an intervention. First, Yan Ming had to be dealt with. Afterward, Hao Jian could move Ye Linglan to his residence, where at least he had some medicinal ingredients to work with.

"Kid, release me now! You've seen the state your woman's in—her life and death rests in my hands. You either let me go, or your woman dies with me!"

Overconfident, Yan Ming believed he had found Hao Jian's Achilles heel. He played this card relentlessly, convinced that Hao Jian's attachment to Ye Linglan would force him to compromise. Yan Ming smugly assumed there was no way Hao Jian could determine the precise drug she'd consumed.

"Idiot!"

Returning from the room, Hao Jian hadn't even crossed the threshold before he heard Yan Ming's gleeful threats. Shaking his head slightly, Hao Jian extended a finger toward Yan Ming and snorted disdainfully: "You guys—throw this trash over here!"

"Yes!"

Responding quickly to Hao Jian's order, the four men tightened their grip and effortlessly hurled Yan Ming toward him, sending him sprawling face-first onto the floor.

"You piece of shit!"

Clutching the pain of his fall, Yan Ming's face darkened as he instinctively attempted to stand. But suddenly, he felt something press against his head...

"Click..."