Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Where are you planning to go, Boss Sun..."

Hao Jian swiftly stepped in front of Sun Bing, face expressionless, his words as cold as a machine, carrying a bone-chilling iciness.

"Sir... spare me, sir!"

Sun Bing, who planned to sneak away, suddenly saw a pair of long legs appear in front of him, his face turned pale at once. He immediately put on a look of despair and begged for mercy.

"Splash..."

As soon as he said this, the sound of water suddenly emerged, along with a pungent smell of urine, causing Hao Jian to frown slightly, then he smiled coldly.

"Wasn't Boss Sun quite arrogant before?!"

"Why have you wet your pants now?!"

Hao Jian sneered. This path was seldom traveled at night, except for a few couples seeking thrills. Hao Jian wasn't afraid of being discovered.

This situation must have been understood by Sun Bing as well, otherwise, he wouldn't have come out so openly, and Hao Jian chose this place specifically to deal with these people.

Though this road was narrow, his Land Rover was too big to drive in, so he could only walk. But at this moment, everything was going smoothly without any accidents.

"I can't be bothered to waste words with you!"

Things were going smoothly now, but that didn't guarantee it would stay that way. Hao Jian didn't care about Sun Bing's feelings anymore. He just grabbed the hose in his hand and struck Sun Bing viciously on the knees...

"Ah!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered suddenly rang out, causing Hao Jian to frown and his ears to buzz a little. With that blow, he shattered Sun Bing's kneecaps, rendering his legs useless.

It's not that Hao Jian didn't want to kill Sun Bing; he just didn't want to make things widely known. Crippling these people was sufficient.

Besides, Zhao Yating was here, too. If things got too bloody, it would affect Zhao Yating. What would he do then?

"Alright, you can open your eyes now!"

Ignoring the wailing people, Hao Jian turned to Zhao Yating, gently pushed her wheelchair, slowly turned it around, and brought it to the end of the road, then spoke with a smile.

"Is it over?"

Hearing Hao Jian's voice, Zhao Yating slowly opened her eyes, drowsily looking around. She found that apart from Hao Jian, there was no one else.

"Let's go home!"

Hao Jian chuckled lightly, pushing Zhao Yating back the way they came. They hadn't gone far, and now that everything was over, there was no reason not to head back to their car.

"Hao Jian, what about Sun Bing?"

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Zhao Yating suddenly remembered what had just happened. Seeing that Hao Jian wasn't hurt at all, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Him? I don't think he'll be bothering you anymore."

Hao Jian chuckled in response. Sun Bing's kneecaps had been shattered by him. Unless those few experts got involved, there was no way he would recover.

He'd have to rely on a wheelchair from now on. As for coming after Zhao Yating, he probably wouldn't have the guts.

Even if he could find those medical experts, given Sun Bing's character and finances, it would be difficult to hire them, so Hao Jian wasn't worried.

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And even if Sun Bing healed his legs and wanted to cause trouble, Hao Jian would make sure he never opened his eyes again.

"Mm!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yating smiled happily, chatting with Hao Jian as they slowly made their way back to their car.

"Let's go!"

After placing Zhao Yating in the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt, Hao Jian got into the driver's seat, started the car, and sped toward Zhao Yating's home.

Time passed, the Land Rover sped along, and they finally reached Zhao Yating's door. Hao Jian parked in a roadside spot, picked up Zhao Yating, and opened the door with one hand.

"Alright, we're home."

Hao Jian smiled as he placed Zhao Yating on the sofa, though he felt a bit reluctant in his heart. Opportunities to get close to her like this weren't frequent.

"Mm..."

Zhao Yating nodded obediently, then remembered something, smiled at Hao Jian, and said, "I've been out all day; I'll go take a bath!"

"Mm."

Hao Jian nodded, glanced at Zhao Yating's ankle, and said, "Let me take a look at your foot. It should be about time."

"Alright!"

Hearing Hao Jian's voice, Zhao Yating also nodded, then took off her shoe and pulled her skirt up a bit, revealing her sprained area.

Hao Jian crouched down, gently held Zhao Yating's ankle, glanced at it, and nodded to himself. Zhao Yating's sprain was much better compared to when he saw it at noon.

Moreover, the swelling had significantly subsided, evidently due to his massage. However, Hao Jian felt helpless, as even with his efforts, he couldn't heal Zhao Yating's sprain all at once. Judging by the situation, it might take till the day after tomorrow to improve, and during this time, Zhao Yating would feel a sharp pain.

Of course, as long as she doesn't plan to walk on this foot, she won't feel the pain. However, to recover well, she still needs to slowly get used to it, as this is how it would heal properly.

At least now Zhao Yating needs to walk by herself. As long as she avoids strenuous movements, it won't worsen the condition like it did previously when she was walking.

This much Hao Jian could assure wouldn't happen.

"Trying to walk by yourself during this time will help your recovery."

After checking and finding nothing serious, Hao Jian helped Zhao Yating put on her shoe, then smiled.

"Then I'll go take a bath!"

Zhao Yating nodded and then stood up carefully. As soon as her injured foot touched the ground, a prickling pain surged through, but she endured it, and after a few steps, the feeling subsided quite a bit.

"Hehe, Hao Jian, I'm going!"

Finding that walking didn't hurt much, Zhao Yating giggled and slowly walked to her bedroom. After grabbing a set of clothes, she went into the bathroom.

"This girl."

Hao Jian smiled slightly, picked up a book from the tea table, sat on the sofa, and started reading, waiting patiently for Zhao Yating to come out.

"Sss..."

While Hao Jian was resting and reading in the living room, Zhao Yating placed her clothes on the counter, walked to the shower area, and closed the glass door to prevent water from splashing.

But as she instinctively applied force, a sharp pain suddenly hit her ankle, making Zhao Yating frown and take a sharp breath, then gave a bitter smile. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have attended that class.

"Hoo..."

Exhaling slowly, Zhao Yating waited for the pain to subside, then gradually undressed and turned on the shower.

...........................

"Has Spice Ginger sent someone to warn him?"

In the living room, Hao Jian held the book but couldn't concentrate for long. Helplessly, he closed the book, sat cross-legged, and blankly stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting.

Earlier, on his way back, Hao Jian made a call, asking Spice Ginger to send someone to warn Sun Bing. He was worried that while he was away, Sun Bing might send people to trouble Zhao Yating.

Of course, he wasn't worried about Sun Bing himself, but the people behind Sun Bing. When he fought them today, Hao Jian noticed something.

That was, those people didn't seem to have much respect for Sun Bing. Only four of them showed any reverence when looking at Sun Bing, while the remaining ten just offered mild flattery without too much enthusiasm.

He thought that these ten weren't Sun Bing's subordinates. Since they weren't his subordinates yet could be commanded by him, they must be related to him, likely either of the same rank or superior.

Therefore, cautiously, he thought it better to let Spice Ginger handle this. The entire Hua City was under Spice Ginger's control, and although street forces dared to squat in Hua City, they were generally minor powers or those Spice Ginger didn't bother dealing with.

Hao Jian understood this, but he also knew the saying, "A little ghost is hard to deal with." Often, the tricks of these people could be so unpredictable.

As Hao Jian pondered these things, Zhao Yating was almost done with her bath. She bent down slowly to find the shower gel, which should've been a simple task, and Zhao Yating didn't think much of it.

"Sss!"

As she bent, she accidentally pulled the tendons around her ankle, causing a sharp pain to shoot through, making Zhao Yating's face turn pale, and she gasped in pain.

"Oh no!"

Due to the strain on the affected area of her ankle, Zhao Yating couldn't control her body, and she fell straight down fiercely to the ground, clutching the shower.

"Ah!"

Falling to the floor, the pain from her hip and ankle made Zhao Yating cry out, the sound loud enough to reach Hao Jian's ears in the living room.

"What happened?!"

Hearing the cry of pain, Hao Jian's expression changed, forgetting everything else in his mind. He immediately ran toward the bathroom, shouting loudly as he went.

But getting no response, Hao Jian's anxiety grew. Seeing the bathroom door ahead and considering that Zhao Yating was still showering, he gritted his teeth and kicked the door open.