Supremely Talented Tyrant

But now he was bowing to such a young man in his early twenties. What on earth was this young man's identity?

Ma Zifeng and the others were all baffled, wondering what was going on with this old guy. Did he also know this kid?

Seeing a dignified elder bowing to Hao Jian, Yuan Shanshan and Che Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cast surprised glances towards Hao Jian. At that moment, however, they saw Hao Jian looking at Old Man Lin with an indifferent expression:

"Old Man Lin, you're here as well?"

"Yes, I'm here to take care of some business," Old Man Lin nodded, his attitude becoming even more respectful. "Why is sir here as well?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"

Hao Jian withdrew his gaze, his demeanor aloof. To tell the truth, he hadn't expected to encounter Old Man Lin here. He didn't want too many people knowing he was here, lest they disturb his peaceful life.

"Yes." Old Man Lin nodded repeatedly, no longer speaking.

He had originally thought that Hao Jian must have come to withstand the Mercenary Alliance, but now it seemed that was clearly not the case.

Lin Nantian was so shocked he couldn't utter a single word. Scolded like a grandchild, was this still Old Man Lin?

At this time, Lin Nantian's gaze towards Hao Jian was filled with reverence, and he hastily chastised Ma Zifeng:

"Quickly release this sir and his friends!"

"But Chief, they attacked the police," Ma Zifeng was stupefied. What exactly was going on now?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I told you to release them!" Lin Nantian said sternly.

He wished he could slap Ma Zifeng several times right now. This damn fool had actually brought such a big shot his way.

Even Old Man Lin had to treat him with utter respect, and it went without saying that he had to as well.

"Yes... Yes!"

Ma Zifeng could only brace himself, nodding and agreeing to unlock Hao Jian, while also having a bad premonition.

Liu Fudong and Ma Ru's expressions had also become blank. What was happening now, with the Chief personally unlocking the handcuffs for this kid? What was his identity?

"No need."

Hao Jian replied coldly, then suddenly exerted force with both hands. With a snap, the handcuffs were directly broken.

"Hiss."

Except for Lin Nantian and Old Man Lin, everyone stared at Hao Jian as if they had seen a ghost. Breaking free from handcuffs effortlessly—was this guy even human?

The awe in Lin Nantian's eyes deepened even further. Indeed, as Old Man Lin had said, this young man was no ordinary person.

"Sir, can I assist you with anything?"

Old Man Lin, realizing that Hao Jian had encountered trouble, took the initiative to offer his help in solving the problem.

He did so not to ingratiate himself but out of respect. Even though Hao Jian was younger than him, the tremendous services he had rendered to the nation were countless and commanded his admiration.

"My two friends and I were just strolling through the streets when we encountered this misfortune. You tell me what should be done about it?"

Hao Jian naturally wouldn't reject Old Man Lin's kindness. After all, it was better for the police to handle certain matters. If he were to take action, it would result in casualties.

Moreover, both Yuan Shanshan and Che Xiaoxiao were present; he didn't want the scene to become too bloody.

Lin Nantian and Old Man Lin exchanged glances, their expressions dark. They had come to understand the situation.

They guessed correctly. A big shot like Hao Jian wasn't likely to bully these small fries. He wasn't that bored, and moreover, these small fries didn't have the stature to be bullied by him.

"Plus, this officer, upon his arrival, joined in their oppression, ganging up on me. He scared my two female companions to tears; on the way here, Che Xiaoxiao was even frightened to the point of wetting her pants."

Hao Jian suddenly changed tack, resuming his playful banter.

The facial nerves of the crowd twitched; they were at a loss for a response.

Che Xiaoxiao herself was stunned for a while until she finally snapped back to reality and roared:

"Hao Jian, you bastard, it's you who wet your pants!"

"You didn't wet your pants? Did you get so scared that you crapped yourself?" Hao Jian asked with a contemplative expression.

"Hao Jian!" Che Xiaoxiao burst out in a roar.

"I'm using a figure of speech, mainly to reflect how pitiful you are, you know? Why can't you follow the script? I set the stage for you, and you still don't get it, so dumb."

Hao Jian sighed, deeply disappointed with Che Xiaoxiao's performance.

"To portray me as pitiful, must you use vulgar terms like wetting myself or crapping myself? Can't you just say I was scared to tears? Is that not good enough?"

Che Xiaoxiao ground her little tiger teeth, looking utterly aggrieved!

Who would want to play along with such a lousy script? Isn't this just smearing one's own image?

"How could that be enough? It's not tragic enough unless you're scared into crapping yourself. It's simple and crude and immediately makes people understand the kind of pain you've gone through."

"It also immediately lets people know how disgusting I am!" Che Xiaoxiao raged.

"How could that be? You're so cute that even if you got scared into crapping, it would still be adorable," Hao Jian consoled.

"Could you not keep mentioning crap? Is that not disgusting?"

Che Xiaoxiao was speechless, Hao Jian had no shame, but she still had some.

"What's so disgusting about crap? Don't you crap every morning? After doing so, you even glance back at it."

Hao Jian said discontentedly, then looked to the crowd:

"Do you guys find crap disgusting?"

Lin Nantian shook his head, his expression stiff, but Old Man Lin, seeming quite used to the topic, wore a very certain look on his face.

The rest were on the brink of throwing up but still managed to suppress their disgust and shook their heads.

"See, they don't find it disgusting. Talking about crap isn't disgusting, eating crap is disgusting."

Hao Jian snorted haughtily, seemingly proud that what he said was correct.

"Blech."

A group of people turned away and started to vomit violently.

"Look, you've made them throw up," Hao Jian said with disgust as he looked at Che Xiaoxiao.

"I..."

Che Xiaoxiao was petrified on the spot, at that moment truly feeling the urge to kill Hao Jian.

"Ma Zifeng, did you lead people in bullying this gentleman and his lady friend?" Lin Nantian could no longer stand to watch and just wanted to quickly resolve the farce.

At these words, Ma Zifeng and Liu Fudong were on the verge of tears. They bullied Hao Jian?

Ma Ru's face got scratched, Liu Fudong lost a tooth, one of Ma Zifeng's men was knocked unconscious, but looking at Hao Jian and his group, they were all without a single scratch. Who was bullying whom here?

"Chief, we're being wronged, look how injured they all are,"

Ma Zifeng pointed to Liu Fudong, then gestured towards Hao Jian and his group: "And then look at them, do they look injured? Isn't it clear who the bullies are?"

"Who says I haven't been injured? I got hurt too, okay?" Hao Jian complained, extending his palm:

"Look, my fingernail is broken."

That's considered an injury?

Everyone was speechless. They had seen many shameless people, but this level of shamelessness was truly a first.

Hao Jian was comparing his injury to Liu Fudong's? The man had lost a tooth, for goodness' sake.