Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1479 - 1678: Who's the Strongest?

The middle-aged man in a Taoist robe suddenly burst into laughter for some unknown reason.
"Shoot! If you have the guts, kill me!" the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe said.
Hao Jian smiled and slapped him, making him spin and collapse to the ground.
Then he planted a foot on his face.
Shit, people are really something these days, someone actually made this kind of request. Since it's your request, I'll gladly fulfill it for you.
Thinking this, Hao Jian pointed his gun at the head of the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"......"
A series of shots followed until the bullets were expended.
Each shot hit the exact same spot with impeccable shooting skills, not a drop of blood splattered onto Hao Jian.
Until his death, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe had an incredulous look in his eyes. He couldn't believe Hao Jian actually went through with it and fired. He had only intended to anger Hao Jian, snatch the gun, and solve the problem himself, but he didn't expect that when he asked Hao Jian to shoot, Hao Jian would do it so decisively.
Even in death, the middle-aged man's pupils stared at Hao Jian in astonishment.
Hao Jian kicked his corpse, making it roll over, then threw the gun to the ground.
At this point, the father and son Yang Yu and Yang Zhiyuan were too scared to utter a word, their legs even trembling.
After all these years, the unbeatable master in their hearts died just like that in front of them. They never imagined such a day would come.
They were both dumbfounded.
Yang Yu's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
And Yang Zhiyuan, seeing the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe was dead, realized his support system had collapsed, knowing Hao Jian would come after him next, so he immediately ran without looking back.
Yang Yu called out repeatedly, "Dad!", but Yang Zhiyuan still fled without a backward glance.
Faced with life and death, everything else is bullshit. The father-son bond? That's just a sham; after all these years, he'd cleaned up after Yang Yu so many times, and now facing an escape, should he bring along a useless cripple with weak legs?
There's no way that's happening.
The once arrogant and domineering Yang Yu was now sobbing uncontrollably.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe lying on the ground, noticing his wide-open eyes and surprised pupils staring in his direction. Yang Yu shivered in fear.
And Yang Zhiyuan fled so recklessly he seemed to forget Hao Jian existed.
Hao Jian chuckled coldly, then picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, aiming at Yang Zhiyuan, who had already reached the door. With a swift motion, the dagger flew out.
Then, it accurately stuck into Yang Zhiyuan's thigh.
"Ah!"
Yang Zhiyuan let out a scream and fell to the ground, clutching his thigh, screaming repeatedly.
Seeing Yang Zhiyuan, who had abandoned him to escape alone, writhing in pain on the ground after being struck by the dagger, Yang Yu couldn't help but laugh.
"Serves you damn well for trying to escape alone!"
"Haha!"
Seeing this scene, Hao Jian didn't quite know what to say.
He walked right past Yang Yu, who was trembling in fear, and then approached Yang Zhiyuan, who was on the ground clutching his thigh and screaming.
Seeing Hao Jian approaching, Yang Zhiyuan hurriedly pulled himself back in fear.
Hao Jian approached and pulled out the dagger.
"Ah!"
Yang Zhiyuan let out another scream filled with extreme pain.
"Hmph!"
Hao Jian sneered, then looked at Yang Zhiyuan and Yang Yu.
Hao Jian had already understood most of Yang Yu's crimes. Since Yang Yu, as a son, had committed so many offenses, as a father, Yang Zhiyuan must have done just as many dirty deeds over the years.
For these two, Hao Jian had no compassion or leniency. They were possibly even worse than the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe.
Hao Jian glared at Yang Zhiyuan, causing Yang Zhiyuan to be too frightened to make eye contact with him.
Then Hao Jian walked over to the Princess of Tianxiang Pavilion, picked up a piece of clothing from the bed, and casually tossed it to her.
The Princess of Tianxiang Pavilion, already terrified, quickly picked it up and put it on, not wanting to be exposed any longer.
Her eyes held mostly gratitude when she looked at Hao Jian.
Hao Jian then tossed her the car keys he retrieved from the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe.
Then he said, "The car is downstairs. Take the keys and drive away from here!"
The Princess of Tianxiang Pavilion took the car keys, then stood up ready to leave, not forgetting to cast a grateful glance toward Hao Jian.
Hao Jian said, "By the way, don't mention what happened here today to anyone else. If I find out, I have ways to find you!"
The Princess of Tianxiang Pavilion turned back and nodded.
Then she said, "Thank you!"
Hao Jian waved his hand to indicate that she could leave, so she immediately left this place of trouble.
The Yang family father and son looked at Hao Jian but didn't dare to move an inch.
At that moment, they envied the Princess of Tianxiang Pavilion so much because they didn't want to stay in this place for even another second. Every second felt like torture, threatening their lives, making this place feel like Hell where their lives could be taken at any moment.
Hao Jian walked over to Yang Yu, then asked, "Why did you hit and kill that female student?"
Yang Yu kept his head down, not daring to look up at Hao Jian. Hearing that Hao Jian was asking him a question, he feared that not answering would anger Hao Jian.
So he grabbed onto Hao Jian's pant leg and pleaded, "Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done those things. I shouldn't have driven and killed her. I'm not human; I'm an animal. No, I'm worse than an animal. Brother, please let me go. I'll give you whatever you want. Money, I can give you all my money if you let me go and don't kill me. Brother, I'm begging you..."
Hao Jian sneered. At this point, he was still thinking that money could solve the problem. This mindset was ingrained in him, thinking that money was everything and could fix everything. Otherwise, he wouldn't disregard human lives like this.
Hao Jian kicked Yang Yu away, then squatted down and stabbed a dagger directly into Yang Yu's thigh.
"Argh!"
Yang Yu screamed miserably.
He'd never endured such pain before; he'd always been the one to treat others like this, but no one had ever treated him this way. The contrast now was vast compared to before.
However, having witnessed Hao Jian dealing with the middle-aged man in the road attire, Yang Yu only dared to scream but did not dare to say a word against Hao Jian.
This terrified him. He was simply a killing Demon.
Each gunshot without a blink, brains flying, yet none splattered onto him.
The scene was chilling to watch, replaying again and again in his mind.
Yang Yu, clutching his dagger-stabbed thigh, held onto Hao Jian's leg.
"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'll do whatever you say, just let me go. Money...I'll give you all the money you want, as long as you let me go, brother, I'm begging you, don't kill me..."
Yang Yu kept repeating these words.
Hao Jian gave Yang Yu a cold look, now you want to live, but what about when you drove and killed that female student? Did you ever think about her feelings?
And you paid to bribe the channels to identify it as mental illness to avoid jail!
In Hao Jian's view, these were unforgivable.
Hao Jian kicked Yang Yu again, glaring at him angrily, and pulled out the dagger.
"Damn! Dirtying my pant leg!" Hao Jian said.
Then he gently patted his pant leg.
At this point, Hao Jian turned his attention to Yang Zhiyuan.
Originally, he thought it was just Yang Yu causing trouble, but after some investigation, he found out there was a middle-aged man in the road attire behind the scenes. If it was just a common person, that would be fine, but Hao Jian could clearly sense the middle-aged man was not ordinary; he was an Ancient Martial Artist.
Why would an Ancient Martial Artist interact with ordinary people? It was obvious there were shady dealings involved.
He initially wanted to extract some information from Yang Yu, but it turned out Yang Yu was just an arrogant, brainless rich second-generation kid. Facing problems, he only knew to use money to solve them. One look and you'd know he was trapped in a cycle of money he couldn't escape. Without money, he probably couldn't even manage his daily life.
It seemed very unlikely to get any real, useful information from Yang Yu, as he himself didn't know much.
Therefore, Hao Jian shifted all his focus to Yang Zhiyuan.
Yang Zhiyuan's wealth and fortune relied on the middle-aged man in the road attire; otherwise, he couldn't possibly have such prosperity and luxury now. So Yang Zhiyuan must be in the know, aware of many things.
Hao Jian looked at Yang Zhiyuan, then walked up to him.
Yang Zhiyuan looked at Hao Jian and felt fear, trying to support himself as he retreated.
Hao Jian bent down and lifted him up.
Yang Zhiyuan immediately flailed his hands in the air out of fear and said excitedly, "Young man, spare me. Just give me a way out, and I'll give you all my money. I'm the owner of the Yang Corporation, money is plentiful. As long as you let me go, all the money will be yours..."
Yang Zhiyuan's term for Hao Jian had changed from a snot-nosed kid to young man.
Hao Jian looked at Yang Zhiyuan with a smile on his face. The old ginger is still the spiciest, knows how to shift topics immediately.
"Smack!"
Hao Jian slapped Yang Zhiyuan across the face.
Then he said, "Don't play dumb with me, spill everything you know!"
He then threw Yang Zhiyuan fiercely to the ground, looking at him with a teasing smile.
Yang Zhiyuan was trembling on the ground, sobbing, "I really don't know anything. If I knew, I would have told you! Please, let me go, spare me!"
Then he pointed at Yang Yu and the middle-aged man in road attire, "It was all them, that person directed, and my son did it, all the bad things were done by them, I wasn't involved!"
Hao Jian sneered.