Supremely Talented Tyrant

And indeed, just as Hao Jian had thought, this man looked down on him because he saw that Hao Jian was driving only a BMW worth a few hundred thousand.

The residents of this wealthy district were all either rich or noble, with the cheapest car worth over three million. Yet there was Hao Jian, driving a ragged BMW worth a few hundred thousand, which he found disdainful.

"Kid, since you don't know who I am, let me tell you. My name is Liu Rizhao, I'm the boss of this wealthy district, which is to say, I built this place. Now, do you friggin' know?" Liu Rizhao said with a gloomy expression.

"Liu Rizhao? It's actually him?" Che Xiaoxiao also showed a surprised expression.

"What, you know him?" Hao Jian looked at Che Xiaoxiao curiously.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Che Xiaoxiao was speechless, "In all of Hua City, probably only you don't know him. He's a real estate tycoon in Hua City. He might not be the richest man, but he's definitely in the top ten."

"No wonder he's so arrogant." Hao Jian shrugged; Liu Rizhao indeed had the capital to be pompous.

"Now that you know who I am, get on your knees right now, and slap yourself a hundred times! If I'm in a good mood, I'll let you off like a fart!" Liu Rizhao said with a grim smile, looking at Hao Jian and Che Xiaoxiao.

"Oh, what an idiot," Hao Jian chuckled.

Liu Rizhao's expression stiffened, and he looked at Hao Jian deeply but did not continue to demand that Hao Jian kneel, choosing to turn around and leave instead.

He was alone at the moment and wouldn't just get into a conflict with Hao Jian, but he would have someone investigate Hao Jian first thing in the morning and then teach him a lesson.

"Hey, move your car. I saw this spot first." Hao Jian had no intention of just letting Liu Rizhao leave unless he gave up the parking spot.

Liu Rizhao indeed turned his head, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"I make the rules in this entire villa area. If I say you can't park, then you can't park here!"

"Besides, every car here is worth hundreds of millions. You come here driving a ragged BMW worth a few hundred thousand, do you think you deserve it?"

"I said, move the car!"

At that moment, Hao Jian didn't seem interested in wasting further words with Liu Rizhao and repeated the phrase coldly with a chuckle.

"Idiot," Liu Rizhao sneered, completely disregarding Hao Jian, and turned to walk away.

"Bang!"

And just as Liu Rizhao turned around, he heard a loud bang from behind him, followed by the sound of his beloved car crying like a bullied little girl.

Liu Rizhao quickly turned back, only to see that his Ferrari's hood was completely dented, as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.

"I... fuck! You dare smash my car?" Liu Rizhao's eyes were about to burst with rage. It was his brand-new car, and a limited edition one at that.

"I already warned you," Hao Jian said nonchalantly, breaking off a car light and looking at Liu Rizhao with a smile.

"Kid, you're gonna pay for this!" Liu Rizhao pointed at Hao Jian and then started to make a phone call.

Before long, five or six security guards wielding batons rushed over.

"Boss, what's the matter?" they asked respectfully.

"This bastard dared to smash my car. Beat him to death – if there's any trouble, it's on me!" Liu Rizhao said through gritted teeth, almost going mad with grief seeing his car smashed like that.

And so, those security guards began to circle around Hao Jian.

With their boss right there, it was naturally a good opportunity for them to show off. Their faces full of fierce smiles, they stared at Hao Jian and glanced at Che Xiaoxiao, their expressions filled with lewdness!

"Rich people are indeed great, always followed by a few dogs. When I'm rich, I'll keep some too. Without lifting a finger, just by giving an order, they'll bite for me," Hao Jian sincerely exclaimed.

Mocked by Hao Jian, the security guards' faces turned black with fury, their malevolence intensifying as each of them seemed eager to break Hao Jian's legs to show him their power.

"Hao Jian, you're deliberately making enemies," Che Xiaoxiao said with a grin, without a hint of anxiety, knowing these guys were no match for Hao Jian.

"You're asking for it!"

The guards were provoked, as being called a lackey was their taboo, yet Hao Jian brought it up repeatedly, touching their raw nerves.

"Right, thrash him hard, kill him for all I care. I have plenty of money and can settle this matter for you!"

Liu Rizhao laughed heartily from behind. To dare to provoke Liu Rizhao in Hua City? Utterly sick of living.

Hearing this, the guards became as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline, even more unrestrained and wild.

"Heh heh... Kid, you hear that? Offend our boss, and you're asking for death!"

"Beat him mercilessly! Frigging make him recognize how tough I am!"

"..."

These security guards were extremely fierce, and at this moment, they pounced like tigers and wolves!

Hao Jian's lips curled into a sneer as he whisked away like a whirlwind, instantly appearing behind the group of security guards.

The guards stood as if they were statues, and it took them about four or five seconds before they collapsed to the ground and began to vomit.

Liu Rizhao was stunned; what on earth had happened? How could his men have ended up like this?

Meanwhile, seeing Hao Jian approaching, Liu Rizhao's footsteps grew chaotic. As he thought of running away, Hao Jian had already appeared in front of him.

"Are you going to beat me to death?" Hao Jian asked Liu Rizhao with a sarcastic smile.

"No, no," Liu Rizhao immediately shrank back, shaking his head nervously.

Hao Jian nonchalantly slapped him across the face, turning Liu Rizhao's head to one side, "No, what? Can't you speak properly?"

"Yes, yes!" Liu Rizhao nodded vigorously like a pecking chick.

"Are you the 'Hearse Drifting'?" Hao Jian asked, patting Liu Rizhao on the shoulder.

"Yes, I am Hearse Drifting," Liu Rizhao squeezed out a smile uglier than a cry.

"Smack." Another slap, and Hao Jian, with a look of disgust, said:

"That smile is so hideous. Are you trying to gross me out on purpose?"

".."

"Who's in the hearse?" Hao Jian demanded.

"My dad and my mom," Liu Rizhao truly felt like dying. Even though his parents weren't with him, saying something like this felt inherently wrong.

If Mom and Dad found out, wouldn't they kill him?

"Whose ashes do you mix in your rice?" Hao Jian seemed hooked on this game and continued to press.

"My wife's and son's."

Liu Rizhao was close to tears, wailing inwardly: Heavenly Empress, Jade Emperor, I'm being coerced, please don't let it count!

Che Xiaoxiao giggled coquettishly, her body trembling with laughter. She hadn't expected Hao Jian to be so ruthless, making Liu Rizhao curse his own family to death.

"Right, not only is your hearse drifting elegant, but you also dance on your dad's grave, hang your mom on a tree, mix your son's ashes in your rice, and surf on your wife's coffin!" Hao Jian rattled off several accusations in a row.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say," Liu Rizhao replied with a mournful face, truly a picture of misery.

"How can you have no principles at all?" Hao Jian asked angrily.

"." Liu Rizhao had no reply. I'd like to have principles, but do I ****** dare?

"Do you think you won't get beaten just because you cooperate with me?" Hao Jian asked with a sinister smile.

"Hm?"

Liu Rizhao looked confusedly at Hao Jian; he really thought so. I've already complied to this extent, do you have the heart to hit me?

"You guys, come over here!" Hao Jian shouted menacingly at the remaining security guards.

The guards walked over submissively.

"Take off your clothes!" Hao Jian ordered unceremoniously.

"Ah? What for?" The guards expressed shock.

"Just take them off when I tell you to. What's with all the backtalk? Are you asking for a beating?" Hao Jian threatened.

"But there's a girl here," they said, glancing warily at Che Xiaoxiao.

"Turn your head away," Hao Jian told Che Xiaoxiao.

Che Xiaoxiao snorted, "As if I'm interested."

Seeing that Che Xiaoxiao had turned away, the guards reluctantly began to strip with sullen faces.

Before long, five stark-naked figures stood before him.