Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 563: Isn’t it a chicken?

"My dog wandered off, and I've come to take him home!" Hao Jian said matter-of-factly, not seeming embarrassed in the slightest.

However, when Kong Xiaozhen heard what Hao Jian said, he wasn't angry either, because he indeed was Hao Jian's dog now.

Instantly, Hao Jian walked up to Kong Xiaozhen, took a look at him, and couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder, "He really got fixed up badly, huh!"

"What took you so long?" Kong Xiaozhen asked some displeasure, as nearly an hour had passed since he phoned Hao Jian.

"I've been here, watching for a while now," said Hao Jian.

"...."

Kong Xiaozhen seethed with anger inside; this asshole had been here all along? So, he'd been hiding and enjoying the show the whole time?

"Were you just watching the show?" Kong Xiaozhen said indignantly, as Hao Jian had left him to be beaten.

"Don't look at me like that. I had to know whether you were truly loyal, didn't I?" Hao Jian quipped, smirking.

Kong Xiaozhen fumed with rage, wasn't this just setting him up?

"And besides, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Hao Jian, you think you can just come and take him away? Kong Xiaozhen disfigured our Oiran, you have to give us an explanation!" Zhuang Kefan blocked Hao Jian's path, not letting him easily take Kong Xiaozhen away.

Hao Jian looked up at Zhuang Kefan, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Compensate!" Zhuang Kefan said. Initially, he wanted to kill Kong Xiaozhen, but seeing Hao Jian appear, he didn't dare act rashly and could only settle for the next best thing—asking Hao Jian for compensation.

"Alright, alright, compensation it is," Hao Jian then bowed his head and rummaged through his wallet.

Kong Xiaozhen and Zhuang Kefan, among others, were stunned. Hao Jian was actually agreeing to compensate so readily? This didn't fit his personality at all.

Then, they saw Hao Jian pull out a few thousand yuan from his wallet, his face wearing a reluctant expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally handed the money to Zhuang Kefan.

Zhuang Kefan was dumbfounded. Just a thousand yuan? Did you really have to make such a painful expression for that? For people like them, a thousand yuan was something they could earn back with a sneeze. For Hao Jian, being the chairman of Shu Ya Group and excessively wealthy, was this necessary?

And giving him only a thousand yuan, how was that supposed to cover his losses? What a joke!

"No need for change," Hao Jian said generously.

Hearing this, Zhuang Kefan's nostrils flared with anger. No need for change? That didn't even cover the small amount, and Hao Jian was saying no change was needed?

Zhuang Kefan slapped away Hao Jian's hand, through gritted teeth he said, "Are you treating me like a beggar?"

Seeing this, Hao Jian looked somewhat displeased and retorted, "Don't try to fool me, I've called for girls before, and a few thousand is enough for a full service."

"Bullshit! Does our lady Suxin compare to ordinary girls?" Zhuang Kefan roared. If Suxin was just like any regular hooker, did Ye Wenying need to spend a fortune on grooming her?

Hao Jian glanced indifferently at this so-called Lady Suxin and said dismissively, "She's still a hooker, what's the difference?"

To put it nicely, she's an "Oiran". To put it bluntly, she's just a more expensive hooker.

This was the price Hao Jian was willing to offer, not a penny more.

Others might be captivated by Suxin's extraordinary elegance, but Hao Jian was different; he couldn't care less about her. In his eyes, she was only worth that much.

And Suxin, hearing this, came to despise Hao Jian.

"Lady Suxin is different!" Zhuang Kefan still insisted, explaining forcefully. He had to make it clear, otherwise, letting Hao Jian get away with just a thousand yuan, Ye Wenying would have his head!

"Then tell me, how is she different?" Hao Jian asked with a smirk.

"This..." Zhuang Kefan thought for a moment, then said, "Lady Suxin is skilled in singing and dancing, proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She is knowledgeable and genteel, with the aura of a noblewoman. How can she compare with ordinary hookers?"

Hao Jian sneered, "Does she or does she not sleep with men?"

"..."

"Does she earn money by spreading her legs?"

"..."

"Without spreading her legs, just with that so-called zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting bullshit, would anyone care about her?"

"..."

"See, you've got nothing to say now, right? She's just a hooker!" Hao Jian shrugged, "Since she's a hooker, if we're going by the market price, then she's worth a thousand yuan."

"Fuck your twisted, convoluted bullshit! Lady Suxin charges ten million per session!" Zhuang Kefan roared, ten thousand versus ten million? That's more than a hundredfold difference.

And when she heard the term "serving clients," Suxin was so furious she almost spat blood. To craft her image, they never used the term "serving clients," but called it "receiving guests." And in this moment, Zhuang Kefan, out of frustration, blurted it out.

"That's because those dumb fucks are stupid, 10 million? I could spend every day of the year without repeating the same woman, and those idiots are hung up on one option, I don't know what they're thinking. Plus, 10 million for a fuck, you guys are really ripping people off, huh? You can scam others, but I'm not buying into that!" Hao Jian waved his hand, clearly not falling for it.

Zhuang Kefan was at a loss for words, unable to find anything to retort, then suddenly he thought of something and angrily said, "What about the account of Kong Xiaozhen ruining Miss Suxin's face?"

"Just redo the surgery for about 100,000. Let Kong Xiaozhen pay them 100,000, and we'll call it even," Hao Jian told Kong Xiaozhen.

"Alright!" Kong Xiaozhen agreed readily. Just now Zhuang Kefan had asked him for a billion in compensation for ruining Ye Wenying's Oiran, and now he only had to pay 100,000; he felt fucking great.

"Hao Jian, you... you've got no sincerity!" Zhuang Kefan said, his face red with anger. 100,000? That was like tipping a beggar.

"Don't be like that. You don't spend much on a surgery, right? So, how about this, you take this chick to South Korea, and whatever more you spend, come find me and I'll reimburse you," Hao Jian said generously.

"Is this about money? This is about face!" Zhuang Kefan roared.

Hao Jian clicked his tongue and said, "Those words should be said by Ye Wenying herself to me, you, don't have the right!"

"Hao Jian, you're too arrogant!" Zhuang Kefan's expression turned extremely ugly.

"I've spoken nicely but you're not listening, so I guess I should put it another way!" Hao Jian chuckled menacingly, then suddenly pointed at Kong Xiaozhen, "I'm taking this guy with me now. If you dare to chirp again, I'll burn this shit hole down! Then, Ye Wenying's loss will be much more than just a money-maker!"

Zhuang Kefan was stunned. Could Hao Jian really dare to destroy this place? He was even more audacious than Kong Xiaozhen.

And Kong Xiaozhen couldn't help but shake his head, finally understanding why he wasn't at Hao Jian's level. He only dared to destroy an Oiran and provoke Ye Wenying, but he didn't dare to burn the place down and completely suppress Ye Wenying's arrogance like Hao Jian; the difference between them was too vast.

"Kong Xiaozhen, let's go!" Li He said directly to Kong Xiaozhen, feeling very bold with Hao Jian there.

With a smile, Kong Xiaozhen stood up and patted Zhuang Kefan on the shoulder, teasing, "I'll come and visit again if I get a chance!"

Zhuang Kefan's face turned livid, he wanted to explode but dared not, the rumors about Hao Jian were too terrifying. A man's life for a tree's shade, he had to be cautious.

"Zhuang Kefan, stop them! Are you just going to let them walk away like this? This is incompetence, Third Young Master won't let this slide!" Suxin yelled, her hatred for Kong Xiaozhen, who had ruined her beauty, seething to her bones; how could she let Kong Xiaozhen just walk away like that.

Zhuang Kefan hesitated, knowing well that if he didn't stop Kong Xiaozhen and the others, once Ye Wenying placed the blame, he wouldn't have a good explanation.

After much hesitation, Zhuang Kefan finally roared, "Stop them!"

Though rumors said Hao Jian was fearsome, there were only three of them, and they were on his turf, what could they really do? Zhuang Kefan decided to let loose and take a risk.

"Swift!"

In a flash, several Martial Artists charged towards Hao Jian, blocking him.

Hao Jian, turning back and looking at Zhuang Kefan, sneered, "You've made a foolish decision."

"Leave Kong Xiaozhen behind, and this matter can be settled, otherwise, none of you will leave!" Zhuang Kefan said coldly.

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"None can leave, you sure do talk big, huh? Do you even know who you're speaking to?" Li He coldly snorted.

"Do you really want me to burn this dump down?" Hao Jian scoffed.

"If you think you can, then go ahead and try!" Zhuang Kefan retorted with a sneer, he couldn't believe that so many Martial Artists wouldn't be able to handle Hao Jian alone.

Hao Jian glanced around at the Martial Artists and said, "Looks like you still don't understand me. Didn't Ye Wenying tell you that these losers can't stop me?"

Hearing this, the faces of those Martial Artists changed instantly, their expressions turning icy, all feeling that Hao Jian was too arrogant.

"Attack!"

Zhuang Kefan yelled sternly.

Just as Zhuang Kefan's voice fell, the first one to move was not the Martial Artists, but Li He.

Li He raised his leg and delivered a flying kick, sending a Martial Artist flying out.

These days following Hao Jian, Li He had learned quite a bit. Now, he was no longer the small character who was bullied in the murky moonlight.

"Can't even handle me, and you want to touch my boss?" Li He said with a light sneer, feeling proud as Hao Jian's special training was now showing its results.

Zhuang Kefan's expression turned sour; this guy even had bodyguards?

"Don't go overboard, just breaking some arms and legs is fine, don't cause a death," Hao Jian advised Li He.

Hearing this, Zhuang Kefan and others almost spat blood. Arms and legs broken, and still not too much?

And those Martial Artists also felt deeply humiliated, Hao Jian not moving a muscle but a mere underling causing them such shame; was he deliberately insulting them?

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