Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 633: Death at the Hands of a Junior

Just at this moment, a sudden burst of heavy footsteps came from the doorway as a group of burly men charged in. Seeing the terrible state Gao Shanrong was in, they couldn't help but inhale sharply.

Hao Jian was much more brutal than they had imagined, actually ripping off both of Gao Shanrong's arms directly.

"Let go of our Young Master!" All the mafia members raised their handguns, aiming at Hao Jian and Che Xiaoxiao, and sternly shouted.

Gao Shanrong was their Gang Leader's son, and if anything happened to him, they wouldn't end up in a good place either!

"Kill them, kill them now!" Gao Shanrong roared in a mixture of shock and anger. Seeing his men arrive gave him a sudden boost of confidence.

He swore that after he had killed Hao Jian, he would slaughter Hao Jian's entire family to quench the hatred in his heart.

Having both arms torn off like this, he was in so much pain he almost passed out and might very well end up a cripple, one could only imagine the intensity of his hatred.

Without any exaggeration, Gao Shanrong now wanted nothing more than to eat Hao Jian's flesh and drink his blood!

"Put down the Young Master!" The mafia members grew even angrier, pulling the safety off their guns, ready to fire.

But they did not dare to shoot immediately, because Gao Shanrong was still in Hao Jian's grip, and they feared shooting might accidentally hit Gao Shanrong.

"Before you kill me, he will die right in front of me!" Hao Jian held up Gao Shanrong like picking up a chicken, smiling maliciously.

At this, Gao Shanrong's expression froze, and he screamed, "Don't shoot, take care of me!"

"Kid, do you know who we are? We are people from the Tianlong Association. If you dare kill our Young Master, our Gang Leader will exterminate everyone related to you!" one of the men threatened.

"So, you're saying, if I let him go now, you will spare me?" Hao Jian sneered. He had crippled Gao Shanrong, and he feared that the first thing Gao Shanrong would do once back would be to send people to kill him.

Moreover, Hao Jian never intended to spare Gao Shanrong from the beginning. If Gao Shanrong hadn't revealed his identity, Hao Jian might not have considered killing him. But now that Gao Shanrong had confessed his lineage, telling Hao Jian that he was the son of a mafia boss, Hao Jian naturally became wary of Gao Shanrong's threats. He wasn't afraid of Gao Shanrong himself, but he was afraid that Gao Shanrong might cause trouble for Qin Bing in the future, so Gao Shanrong had to die. Under these circumstances, he naturally wouldn't heed the threats of these thugs.

"Don't make a mistake!" someone darkly warned Hao Jian.

"A mistake? Just with you guys?" These words seemed to infuriate Hao Jian, who promptly picked up a pen from the table and threw it at the man who had spoken.

The pen shot out like a sharp arrow, nailing itself into the center of his forehead, instantly killing him!

"What?" Everyone, including Gao Shanrong, was stunned. Could a casually thrown object really kill a person?

"Kill him!" one of the big men shouted, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his expression stunned as if he had been frightened into insanity.

At this point, he could no longer care about Gao Shanrong, only about killing Hao Jian; otherwise, they all might die at the hands of this terrifying man.

"You idiots, I'm still here! Don't shoot!" Gao Shanrong screamed in terror, knowing that if they shot at Hao Jian, he would definitely use him as a human shield.

"Don't mess around, the Young Master is still in his hands," a big man reminded.

"Young Master? We've come to this juncture, who cares about him anymore? Can't you see how frightening that kid is? Or would you rather be the next one?" the former bellowed, now only wanting to deal with Gao Shanrong, no longer caring whether he lived or died.

Because if the delay continued, they would be the ones to die. Between themselves and Gao Shanrong, they chose their own survival.

Gao Shanrong never treated his subordinates kindly, beating them at the slightest disagreement, and naturally, these underlings wouldn't risk their lives for him.

Hearing these words, the subordinates hesitated.

"But if we overlook him, the boss won't let us off," someone said quietly.

"We'll just leave him and escape to another city. That old man won't find out anytime soon," another schemed.

"Then we don't need to clash with this kid anymore."

The subordinates were tempted and started to consider abandoning Gao Shanrong. Because with Hao Jian holding Gao Shanrong hostage, they couldn't save him, and Hao Jian could easily kill them using Gao Shanrong. They didn't want to be at Hao Jian's mercy, so abandoning Gao Shanrong seemed to be their only option.

"You bastards, you will pay for this! My father will slaughter all of you!" Gao Shanrong was seething with such hatred that he bit his teeth hard. At this moment, he hated these traitorous underlings even more than he hated Hao Jian because they dared to betray him and let him die.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

And just then, a burst of gunfire rang out, not aimed at Hao Jian but at Gao Shanrong!

Gao Shanrong looked at his chest in disbelief. There, several clear bullet holes were visible, with blood flowing out uncontrollably.

And the one who pulled the trigger was one of Gao Shanrong's minions. The minion's face was overcast as he cracked a malevolent smile, "Since you're gonna die anyway, you might as well die by my hands. At least that way, I can vent my anger. That's the only use you are now, you piece of trash."

"You!" Gao Shanrong's eyes gradually became distant, and he suddenly felt very desolate. In the end, he didn't die at the hands of Hao Jian, but at the hands of his own underling.

Suddenly, Gao Shanrong thought of a phrase his father had once told him: "Lust is like a knife hanging over your head!"

Now it seemed true, and that knife had already come slashing down, killing him directly.

He regretted deeply. Why had he been greedy for Qin Bing's beauty? And why had he provoked Hao Jian, this grim reaper? If he hadn't, maybe he wouldn't have had so many troubles.

Then, Gao Shanrong died, taking with him endless regret and desolation.

"What do we do with this guy?" The minions turned to look at Hao Jian, amusement in their eyes, for with the death of Gao Shanrong, they had no leverage over Hao Jian.

"Just do him in too. I quite like that chick by his side!" one of them chuckled sinisterly, staring at Che Xiaoxiao with ill intentions.

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Meanwhile, Che Xiaoxiao frowned in disgust.

"And the chick that Gao Shanrong had his eye on—since he didn't have the luck to play with her, let us brothers take his place. Anyway, we're about to flee. Let's enjoy ourselves before we escape!"

The mafia members all smirked with bad intentions, like a pack of evil wolves, eying Hao Jian and Che Xiaoxiao.

"Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Just kneel down and knock your head a few times to us, and take the blame for killing Gao Shanrong, and we'll let you live. But as payment, you gotta let us brothers have a go with these two chicks!" one of the skinny guys with glasses sneered.

"Spare my life? With your permission?" Hao Jian laughed coldly, a look of contempt on his face. A bunch of ants were talking about sparing his life? It was he that was considering whether or not to spare these ants.

Seeing Hao Jian act so arrogant, the mafia members all became furious, and the bespectacled man scolded, "Kid, don't be ungrateful. Now that Gao Shanrong is dead, do you really think you can still threaten us? If you dare disobey, we'll make sure you die without a complete corpse!"

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and everyone felt a burst of wind surge towards them, not immediately realizing what had happened.

And by the time they realized it, they all inhaled sharply in shock.

Hao Jian had somehow appeared behind them, his hand clutching the neck of the glasses-wearing man, lifting him up: "You think just because Gao Shanrong is gone that I can't kill you?"

The man with glasses was petrified, staring in terror at Hao Jian, shaking his head vigorously, pleading for his life.

"You fancied my woman? And you want me to kneel for you?" Hao Jian chuckled coldly, his face etched with displeasure and a killing intent.

"I was wrong, please spare me!" the man with glasses struggled to speak, his face turning red as if he was about to suffocate.

"No!" Hao Jian said flatly and broke the man's throat decisively.

Afterward, like a lump of mud, the man with glasses collapsed slowly, his eyes wide open, dying with grievances.

"Ah??"

Seeing this, the other mafia members felt their legs go weak. What kind of speed was this? When had he gotten so close to them, and how had they failed to notice?

Didn't this mean that if Hao Jian wanted to kill them, a moment was all he needed? And they wouldn't even be able to resist?

This was terrifying; they even began to doubt whether Hao Jian was human at all.

"Brother, we don't want your woman anymore. Let's just call it quits, okay?" A big man with a horse-like face asked, his voice trembling, knowing they stood no chance against Hao Jian—he was too unpredictable.

With Hao Jian's ability to kill a man in an instant, if he wanted to lay hands on any of them, none could stand a chance.

"Too late!" Hao Jian shook his head with a slight smile.

The big man was startled, and then he shouted angrily, "Are you really going to force us into a death pact?"

"A death pact? No, no, no, you're not qualified. This is going to be a slaughterhouse! A one-sided slaughter!" Having said that, Hao Jian pounced like a starving tiger, his hands becoming the reaper's scythe, harvesting the lives of the mafia members.

The incessant gunfire, the unending screams of agony, made the scene utterly chaotic.

Soon enough, all the members of the Tianlong Association lay in pools of blood, meeting untimely deaths.

Hao Jian was ruthless, butchering all of them without mercy.