Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Hao Jian?"

Lei Yiming saw Hao Jian suddenly appear and was also tense. The events of yesterday were still vivid in his mind; this guy was like a mad dog, biting anyone he could.

"Oh? So you're that Hao Jian who doesn't even consider me worth noticing?"

The middle-aged man began to sneer. He was indeed the wealthy individual who had paid Lei Yiming a high price for surgery.

His father had a heart condition that required immediate surgery, but Hao Jian had forced Lei Yiming to perform surgery on himself first. The middle-aged man saw this as a provocation.

Hao Jian turned his head and glanced at him, laughing, "What are you? Why should I consider you worth noticing!"

"I am second in command at Martial Evil Hall, Kang Xingui. If you haven't even heard of Martial Evil Hall, then that just shows you're nobody significant!"

Enraged by Hao Jian's arrogance, Kang Xingui snorted angrily.

"So, you're the second in command at Martial Evil Hall."

Hao Jian's smile was mocking as he thought to himself how his dealings with Martial Evil Hall seemed fated, having clashed with them twice in two days, each time with key figures.

"Does that mean you plan to stick up for this scum?" Hao Jian asked with a laugh.

"What if I am?"

Seeing Hao Jian still so defiant even after learning his true identity, Kang Xingui became thoroughly enraged.

"That's not too good, is it?" Hao Jian gloomily smiled, "Just yesterday a boss of Martial Evil Hall died, maybe today a second one will die."

"You… how did you know that? Did you kill Old Three?"

Kang Xingui was momentarily startled, and then his face dramatically changed!

The death of their third in command, Yan Qinghu, was only discovered last night, and besides himself and the Big Boss, no more than three people knew about it.

Hao Jian wasn't one of their people, so how did he know?

Unless he was the real killer of Yan Qinghu!

"Instead of worrying about others, you'd better worry about yourself first. Either get out now or stay behind and accompany Lei Yiming in death. You choose!"

Hao Jian punched a hole in the nearby wall, looking at Kang Xingui with a menacing laugh, the threat in his eyes unmistakable.

Seeing Hao Jian punch through the wall, both Kang Xingui and Yuan Shanshan were stunned.

Lei Yiming shuddered, his face pale. If that punch had been on him, would he have been disabled if not dead?

Being able to punch through a wall... was this guy a robot?

Thinking this, Lei Yiming trembled, his back drenched in cold sweat!

"You are a Martial Artist?" Kang Xingui's pupils dilated suddenly, his expression finally serious.

"Knowing that, better scram!" Hao Jian chided without any politeness.

Kang Xingui clenched his teeth in silence. Although Martial Evil Hall had Martial Artists, he himself wasn't one. To fight alone would be suicidal.

Feeling threatened by Hao Jian like this, he was full of resentment and humiliation.

"Good! Very good! Martial Evil Hall won't let this go!"

Kang Xingui huffed, but obediently got up, preparing to leave.

Without a Martial Artist by his side, he didn't have the courage to face Hao Jian directly. Now, it was best to beat a hasty retreat!

"Boss Kang, you... you can't go, don't leave me behind."

Seeing Kang Xingui about to leave, Lei Yiming immediately panicked.

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Kang Xingui walked away with a gloomy expression on his face, not saying a word. At this time, he was barely able to save himself, let alone care about Lei Yiming.

Hao Jian revealed a sinister smile and walked towards Lei Yiming.

Lei Yiming was so frightened that he fell into a chair and stammered, "You, you, you. Don't mess around, hitting people is illegal. If you dare to hit me, I will call the police to arrest you!"

But Hao Jian ignored his threat and said indifferently,

"Stretch out your hand."

"What?" Lei Yiming didn't understand why Hao Jian asked him to stretch out his hand.

"Bang!"

Hao Jian threw a punch, causing Lei Yiming to vomit out his bile.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Hao Jian said darkly.

A warm current couldn't help surging in Yuan Shanshan's heart, she had never seen Hao Jian so angry before, and it was entirely because he cared about her.

Hao Jian did indeed care, but what he cared about even more was that Lei Yiming, as a doctor, had disregarded human life.

Hao Jian had also studied medicine, and his master had always taught him that a healer must have a parent's heart. Lei Yiming had left Yuan Shanshan's mother on the operating table to die, utterly failing as a doctor and insulting the title. How could Hao Jian not be angry facing such a disgraceful scholar?

Lei Yiming could only extend his trembling hands, repeatedly apologizing.

But Hao Jian seemed to not hear him, looking at the pair of hands on the table with a fierce smile on his lips:

"Since these hands of yours, trained in medicine, are not used to save people, I see no need to keep them, right?"

"Hmm?"

Lei Yiming looked up in shock and immediately saw a cold smile on Hao Jian's lips, like that of a demon.

Suddenly, Hao Jian's fists brutally fell on Lei Yiming's hands. With a 'bang,' the mahogany table immediately split into pieces.

"Ah, ah..."

Lei Yiming rolled on the ground, crying and calling for his parents in pain. His hands were crushed as if run over by a car, every bone shattered, leaving him no possibility of ever holding a scalpel again in his life.

In Hao Jian's view, since Lei Yiming did not learn medicine to save lives, he had to stop Lei Yiming from continuing to harm others.

His master had once told him a very philosophical phrase: Medical skills must not be taken lightly. If you learn well, you benefit society; if not, you endanger it.

Clearly, Lei Yiming fell into the latter category!

"Let's go."

Hao Jian finally left without giving Lei Yiming another glance.

Yuan Shanshan, as if awakened from a dream, quickly followed him.

But on the way back, Yuan Shanshan stared at Hao Jian like a lovesick fool.

Hao Jian, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, asked with a wry smile,

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shanshan flashed a brilliant smile, her pretty face as bright as a flower:

"Hao Jian, I'm getting more and more curious about your identity. Not only are you a first-class driver and a top-tier painter, but you also are a highly skilled doctor, and you even know a bit about jewelry design. You fight so fiercely, it's like you're capable of anything. I'm really curious if you're like Doraemon, capable of anything."

Hao Jian looked embarrassed and said, "Don't praise me so much; there's one thing I can't do."

"What's that?"

"That's to get pregnant and have children like you women," Hao Jian laughed heartily.

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Yuan Shanshan immediately gave him a displeased look and muttered, "You're never serious."