Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 976 - 975 I'm Here to Save You!

"How does it feel to be stepped on?"

Hao Jian's smirk lingered as he pressed his foot firmly against Yan Ming's head. However, his eyes were overflowing with an unbridled killing intent, and his sole steadily increased its pressure.

"You... you bastard!"

Feeling the escalating force from Hao Jian's foot and hearing his taunt, Yan Ming's face turned visibly dark, rage boiling to the surface as he bellowed, "You brat, take your foot off me! I'm the Piano Prince! How dare you hit me?! Do you believe I can't find someone to take you out?!"

At this, an odd look appeared on Hao Jian's face. Had this guy not learned his lesson from what happened yesterday? Did he genuinely think of himself as some kind of untouchable celebrity? That the whole world revolved around him, letting him do as he pleased?

Never mind whether Yan Ming could rally anyone to deal with Hao Jian, but even his fans, after yesterday's incident, had deserted him completely. The so-called "Piano Prince" was abandoned by those same supporters who once stood behind him. And yet, laughably, Yan Ming still clung to the delusion that they'd back him without falter!

"Take me out? Well then, let's see who ends up lying in the dirt!"

Hao Jian snorted coldly, gripping Yan Ming and hoisting him up. A terrifying gleam flashed across his gaze, becoming sharper and more relentless as he rose, like a ravenous tiger about to lunge at its prey. His eyes shimmered with an eerie, chilling aura.

"W-What are you doing?!" Yan Ming stammered, suddenly consumed by fear as he looked at Hao Jian in terror.

"Don't worry. This will all be over soon."

In the instant Yan Ming felt utterly cornered, Hao Jian abruptly grinned. Though he was smiling, Yan Ming swore he had never seen a grin more horrifying in his life!

"Bang!"

Hao Jian's fist smashed brutally into Yan Ming's abdomen. A faint surge of Vigorous Qi swirled from Hao Jian's knuckles, finally penetrating Yan Ming's body through his clothes and coursing deep within him.

"Ahhh!"

Yan Ming's scream erupted as a breathtaking, sharp pain exploded in his abdomen. It was the sort of agony that obliterated any strength to resist, forcing a shrill cry from his throat!

"I call this punch the Meat Grinder Fist," Hao Jian said with a sinister smile. "The idea is simple: every punch I deliver will bring nothing but torment—never death. What I just hit you with was only half my power. Half! I believe that's just about your tolerable limit. Now let's see, how many punches can you survive…" With this, Hao Jian launched another blow.

Everyone must pay the price for their actions. As for Yan Ming? He would bear the consequences of provoking Hao Jian. Whether Hao Jian would spare Yan Ming's life ultimately depended on the resilience of his body!

"Linglan's situation can't wait. I'll give you one minute. If you can endure a full minute, then congratulations, your pathetic life is still yours. If you die, well, tough luck..."

Ye Linglan could only hold on for thirty minutes, and to detoxify her, Hao Jian needed to get her home quickly. Only there did he have some rare, specialized medicines—remedies unavailable in ordinary pharmacies—to minimize the harm she had suffered.

Only with these resources and Hao Jian's skills could the damage to Ye Linglan's body be drastically reduced.

"Boom!"

Another punch struck Yan Ming's back, emitting a dull impact. A familiar, torturous pain radiated from the bones near his spine. With a choking sound, a mouthful of blood spewed violently from Yan Ming's lips. Already pale, his face lost even more color.

"N-No… please, no more! I won't dare again…"

The unending torment and anguish drove an expression of stark fear into Yan Ming's eyes. Desperation clung to his voice as he tried to plead for mercy. Hao Jian had only landed two punches, and a mere few seconds had passed. The thought of enduring the next several dozen seconds made Yan Ming feel as though he had plunged into the depths of Hell itself.

This kind of suffering was beyond what an ordinary person could bear. Even for someone as unspeakably arrogant as Yan Ming, the fear overtook his insufferable pride and crushed his will. He was keenly aware from these blows that they carried not only raw pain but a tangible stench of death.

Hao Jian intended to beat him to the brink.

"You think begging can stop me? Where's my dignity then?" Hao Jian sneered. Yan Ming had dared intend harm toward his woman. If he let this go lightly, would he still deserve to call himself Hao Jian?

"I..." Yan Ming stammered but couldn't find the words.

"Oh? Still got something to say? Then let's continue!"

Though Yan Ming's terror clearly showed his desire to beg for his life, Hao Jian was in no mood to grant him the chance. His right hand rose again, Vigorous Qi swirling lightly around it, before slamming down onto Yan Ming's head, sending him flying across the room. He crashed onto a sofa.

"Ahhh!"

Collapsing onto the sofa, Yan Ming barely had time to catch his breath before yet another wave of searing pain burst from his skull. This time, a heart-shattering scream tore from Yan Ming's throat, louder than any of his previous cries…

Pain from the head inflicted damage on an entirely different level than those earlier strikes. The agony intensified exponentially when struck in vulnerable areas.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

As a doctor, Hao Jian knew precisely how to inflict maximum pain with minimal lasting damage. And nothing in this world terrified someone more than enduring unbearable agony without the release of death.

"You... you're a… Demon!"

Trembling uncontrollably, his lips quivering and his ashen face devoid of blood, Yan Ming stuttered in terror. The word slipped from him as he finally gave voice to the nightmare in his heart.

"Demon? I prefer the title 'Enforcer of Justice,'" Hao Jian mocked. His words were accompanied by another raised fist that dropped mercilessly onto Yan Ming, all while his cold, detached voice slowly echoed in the terrified man's ears.

"Please… stop torturing me… I can't take it anymore…" Yan Ming sobbed bitterly.

"What, bigshot celebrity running out of steam already? Didn't you claim your fans would save you?!" Hao Jian laughed icily.

Within the next thirty seconds, Hao Jian punched Yan Ming five more times. With each strike, the force built up farther—from half power to a staggering five-tenths. By the end, Yan Ming collapsed into unconsciousness under Hao Jian's relentless barrage.

"Only a few punches, and you're down for the count? What a useless wretch," Hao Jian scoffed, shaking his head in disdain. Turning to the four calm observers standing nearby, he waved a hand at Yan Ming's limp body. "You guys, take this sorry excuse of a man to Spice Ginger. Tell him to hold onto this one for me."

"Let Spice Ginger know I'll drop by after I settle my business. Oh, and have him prepare some tools for 'entertaining' people. He'll know what kind," Hao Jian added curtly before pivoting to head deeper into the room.

"Yes, sir!"

As Hao Jian began walking away, the four subordinates snapped to attention, hurriedly lifting Yan Ming's unconscious form and carting him off without delay.

"This time, I'll make it up to you," Hao Jian murmured softly.

In the next room, his gaze softened upon Ye Linglan's still-sleeping figure. His expression darkened with concern as he carefully gathered her into his arms, leaping into action as he rushed down to the car. Gently placing her inside, he wasted no time.

"Vroom!"

The engine roared as Hao Jian slammed the accelerator, the car tearing through Hua City's streets at breakneck speed. Swerving and speeding through every shortcut, Hao Jian managed to reach his home in just ten minutes flat.

"Don't worry, Linglan. You'll be fine!"

In his embrace, Ye Linglan began reacting more to the poison's effects. His expression remained steadfast and calm, yet the urgency in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

Though Hao Jian was confident he had everything under control, the sight of his woman in such pain sliced through him like a knife. Her anguish was his anguish. He was desperate to ease Ye Linglan's suffering as quickly as possible…

"Lanlan, hold on just a little longer—it'll be over soon..."

One minute later, Hao Jian burst into his home, racing up the stairs to the bedroom. He placed Ye Linglan gently on the bed before dashing back out. With swift precision, he rummaged through cabinets, pulling out an array of strange medicinal ingredients.

Though bizarre in form, these herbs all shared one critical quality: they were full of vitality!

Water boiled, medicine simmered, and under Hao Jian's intense skill and focus, a process that would typically require three hours had been compressed into just thirty minutes. All the while, the growing distressing sounds from the bedroom spurred him to work faster.

"Done!"

At last, the concoction was ready. Hao Jian poured the herbal broth into a bowl, setting it on the table to cool.

"Linglan, I've got you now!"

He bolted into the bedroom, all his focus on saving the woman he adored.

"Gulp..."

But the instant he stepped inside, Hao Jian froze. His throat worked nervously as an uncharacteristic hesitation flickered across his face...

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