Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 648 - 649: More People?

Moreover, he had noticed that Ruo Lan standing next to Hao Jian was very mature and sexy, with her plump and round buttocks and breasts, so he had harbored improper thoughts.

Hao Jian sneered, "How about you kneel down, lick my shoes clean, then break your own legs, and then I'll consider letting you go."

"Hahaha… Did you hear what this kid said? He actually wants me to kneel and lick?" Brother Long laughed furiously in response.

Everyone burst into laughter as well. "Kid, are you blind? Didn't you see how many of us there are here? Each of us could give you a knife and chop you into mincemeat!"

The villagers also shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Hao Jian was too impulsive. If Hao Jian could humble himself and admit his mistake, perhaps these people would just teach him a lesson and leave it at that. But now, he kept provoking Brother Long over and over, and it was feared that this matter wouldn't end well.

"I see, but you haven't seen my people," Hao Jian said with a smirk.

"Your people? Where are they?" Brother Long looked around mockingly, then stared at Ruo Lan, sneering lewdly, "Is she your helper? Well then, let her take me on in bed for three hundred rounds to see who is better!"

Brother Long's underlings also burst into uproarious laughter, causing Ruo Lan to become extremely embarrassed.

A cold light flickered in Hao Jian's eyes. "Every time you act like a fool, you're pushing yourself closer to an abyss from which there's no returning!"

"Hmph, quite the attitude you've got there. Now tell me, where are your people?" Brother Long sneered, "Carrying a dead rat in your waist to pretend you're hunting, let's see who you can call!"

"If you have eyes, look over there!" Hao Jian pointed toward the distant road.

Then, everyone looked that way, only to see a long convoy kicking up a trail of dust as it approached, driving all the way from the village entrance.

The cars, all uniformly black, numbered at least a dozen and formed a straight line with an imposing presence, definitely not something Brother Long's shabby van could match.

Hearing the commotion, the villagers came out to see.

"Why are so many cars arriving all of a sudden? Could it be some official visiting?" one person speculated, noting the imposing look of these vehicles, all being Mercedes, and arriving together in a dozen or more, clearly in a group.

It was indeed a spectacle reserved for welcoming local officials.

"Come on, let's go see what important person it is." The curious villagers came out of their houses and followed the convoy.

Seeing the convoy, Brother Long and Qian Xiaohong's faces turned pale. Who on earth could summon a dozen cars at once?

"What kind of background does this kid have?" Brother Long urgently asked Afei, feeling a little uneasy.

The cars brought by the adversary were worth several million, obviously belonging to some highly influential figure, clearly not someone Brother Long, a simple gangster leader, could compare with.

"I… I don't know either," Afei replied with a bitter face. He had no idea what identity Hao Jian had; he seemed quite ordinary.

"Fool!" Brother Long kicked him away in anger.

Then, concentrating on the convoy, he noticed that Hao Jian was waving at the vehicles, which then stopped not far from him.

Seeing this, Brother Long nearly collapsed in fear, realizing that these guys had indeed been summoned by Hao Jian?

"Who dares to touch my boss!" Spice Ginger stepped out from one of the cars, dressed in a suit and looking extraordinary, a true leader's aura unlike Brother Long's gangster demeanor.

The villagers looked at Spice Ginger, feeling he had the vibe of a Hong Kong movie boss.

And such a person was calling Hao Jian his boss? That was just inconceivable.

Click, click, click...

Soon, the doors of the dozen cars opened, and a large group of men in black stepped out, easily dozens of them, all uniformly dressed and orderly.

"Dad, they have guns!"

At that moment, a child spoke up, noting that these men had pistols on their waists.

Hearing this, Dragon Tooth shuddered tremendously. These gangsters were already notorious for wielding knives, and here the opponents had guns, controlled weapons.

The villagers also changed colors, and although they knew these people weren't here for them, they couldn't help feeling frightened.

"Boss!"

Spice Ginger approached Hao Jian and then bowed deeply to him.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. Hao Jian was actually the boss of these people? He looked so young, how could he be so powerful?

Originally, they thought Hao Jian was just wealthy, but it turned out he also had power!

"Ruo Lan, what exactly is your husband's identity? How is he so powerful?" At that moment, the villagers couldn't help but ask Ruo Lan.

"This…" Ruo Lan felt both amused and at a loss for words; how was she supposed to explain when she herself wasn't too sure about Hao Jian's identity?

Brother Long's legs really turned to jelly, and that dark face of his went completely pale now, resembling an eggplant frosted with a white layer, which looked quite bizarre.

"Do you want to compare numbers with me?" Hao Jian immediately retorted with a cold sneer, looking at Brother Long while mocking, "Also, you seem quite interested in my woman, aren't you?"

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding," Brother Long trembled all over, looking at Hao Jian with terror in his eyes.

"Is that so? So if I chop you into mincemeat and throw you into the pigpen to feed the pigs, would that be a misunderstanding too?" Before Hao Jian could speak, Spice Ginger coldly snorted first.

The moment he spoke, his followers suddenly pulled out bright, shiny knives from their waists, moving in a coordinated and well-trained manner.

Seeing the glint of those knives, the villagers present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"Thump." Brother Long was so scared that he immediately knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale, repeatedly slapping himself and pleading, "Brother, no, sir, I really realize my mistake now. I was too blind to see your greatness. Please show your mercy and spare me this time."

He was just a lowly gangster. How could he possibly stand up to the real Mafia? And he could see that Hao Jian was indeed from the real Mafia.

Moreover, Hao Jian and his crew had guns. They could easily take out all of them without much effort. At this point, apart from begging for mercy, there was nothing else he could do.

The other gangsters were also too scared to move. Although they were hot-blooded, they were afraid of shedding blood, especially since they were in a battle that could not be won.

"Break his legs!" Hao Jian said coldly, completely ignoring Brother Long's pleas.

Because what Brother Long had said earlier had really annoyed Hao Jian.

Brother Long turned to stone in an instant, his lips quivering, but he dared not utter a single word of refusal. For he knew this was already the best outcome—he had at least not been killed by Hao Jian.

Then, he looked towards Afei, not far away, with a gaze sharp as a knife. If looks could kill, Afei would have died a thousand times over.

Afei was also terrified, hastily lowering his head, not daring to meet Brother Long's gaze, his body trembling violently.

Because he knew what was coming next for him. Even if Hao Jian spared him, Brother Long would not, especially since he had caused Brother Long to end up like this.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream from Brother Long echoed; he clutched his kneecaps, convulsing uncontrollably, his face twisted in pain.

Everyone was shocked, thinking how harsh that was.

Following that, Hao Jian dragged Afei out and then slapped him in the face, "Kid, tell me now, do you still feel tough?"

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"No more toughness, I dare not act tough anymore, please let me go!" Afei kept kowtowing, now truly recognizing the fear.

He thought being a hoodlum and daring to slash people with a knife made him formidable. Yet, to people like Hao Jian, he was just a fool. They could play him to death outright without a second thought.

Afei realized this too, and thus he was frightfully scared.

"Let you go? Weren't you the one who said you'd kill me? You also boasted about doing whatever you wanted in this village, right?" Hao Jian scoffed coldly.

Afei was petrified, nearly in tears. If he had known Hao Jian was such a big shot, how could he have possibly troubled him?

"Just spare his life," Hao Jian said to Spice Ginger.

"Understood!" Spice Ginger grinned sinisterly, then signaled to his men, who immediately went forward to deal with Afei.

"Don't hit my son, I beg you, don't hit my Azai!" Qian Xiaohong threw herself at Hao Jian's feet, relentlessly kowtowing to him.

"Now you realize you regret, but when you incited your son to hack me and had these ruffians disable me and sleep with my woman, how come you didn't regret it then?" Hao Jian found it laughable and did not feel the slightest pity for Qian Xiaohong.

If it weren't for Qian Xiaohong meddling, none of this would have happened.

"It's all my fault, don't hit Azai anymore, if you want to hit someone, just hit me," Qian Xiaohong grabbed Hao Jian's clothes, refusing to let go.

"I naturally will not let you go, nor will I spare your Azai. Driving your own husband to death, corrupting your son, you, a woman with a venomous heart, it's precisely because of people like you that your son has turned out this way," Hao Jian coldly huffed, then ordered, "Slap her! I want this woman to never be able to gossip again!"

At this moment, no one stepped forward to plead for Qian Xiaohong and her son, as they all felt that this mother and son had brought this upon themselves.

Bullying and causing trouble in the village all the time, today they finally met their match. Those villagers who had been bullied by them couldn't help but reveal a cold sneer at this scene.

By now, hundreds of villagers had gathered, all here to watch the drama unfold.

Then, Spice Ginger ordered someone to slap Qian Xiaohong; the smacks were loud and resounding. Before long, Qian Xiaohong's mouth was full of blood, and she fainted.

"Trouble! Ruo Lan, your Uncle Third has hanged himself!" Suddenly, someone yelled out loud.

"What?" Ruo Lan's expression abruptly changed.

But Hao Jian was one step ahead of her, immediately pushing through the crowd and rushing into Ruo Yuanbin's house.