Supremely Talented Tyrant

Hao Jian's voice was icy cold, sending an involuntary shiver down everyone's spine in the security room!

Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, Old Zhang quickly gestured to Hao Jian, signaling him to stop talking!

He was a warm-hearted man and didn't want to see Hao Jian lose his job, after all, everyone was just trying to make a living, so it was better to endure when possible.

"Hao Jian, stop talking!" After grabbing hold of Hao Jian, Old Zhang hastily said to Boss Liang:

"Boss Liang, it was our fault this time! Please be magnanimous and give this old man some face! Let's just let this matter go!"

"Give you face? Who do you think you are!"

However, Boss Liang was utterly unmerciful, his face filled with a cold sneer as he contemptuously said to Old Zhang:

"Face is something one earns for oneself, not something given by others. You think I should give face to an old good-for-nothing like you? If it wasn't for the president pitying your old age, I'd have you out on your ass right now!!!"

Boss Liang felt that giving face to someone like Old Zhang, an old man just waiting to die, was utterly laughable considering he himself came from the Special Forces!

Boss Liang's words made everyone in the security room look extremely uncomfortable!

Even Old Zhang, such a good-natured person, was berated by Boss Liang; this man was truly detestable!

And just as everyone was filled with righteous indignation, an indifferent voice rang out!

"You're right, I completely agree with you, so now. Can you please leave?"

This statement caused a subtle change in everyone's expressions; they couldn't believe someone dared to tell Boss Liang to leave, weren't they tired of living!

People turned their gaze and to their shock, the person speaking was... Hao Jian!

Boss Liang's face darkened instantly, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at Hao Jian:

"You little punk, what did you just say?"

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"If you can't even hear what I'm saying, it seems that you, as a soldier from the Special Forces, aren't all that much!" Hao Jian coldly stared at Boss Liang, a hint of a mocking smile on his lips:

"Just like you said, face is something one earns for oneself. Since you've already lost face in front of us, why should we give you any respect! Now, you can leave!"

Indeed, face must be earned by oneself, but Boss Liang shouldn't even dream about earning it from them, as no one was willing to give him that respect.

Hao Jian's words made everyone in the security room feel exhilaratingly vindicated, but they also began to worry for Hao Jian!

After all, Boss Liang was their immediate superior and also in charge of Hao Jian, the driver, and such open defiance surely meant trouble for the future...

"You... you dare speak to me like that? The world has turned upside down! This is outright defiance!!!" Boss Liang burst into a furious rage, feeling that his authority had been challenged.

"Are you the President of the Country?" Hao Jian, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a roguish air, asked.

Boss Liang's breathing hitched, wasn't that question pure nonsense?

If he were the President of the Country, would he still be here? But he couldn't grasp the meaning behind Hao Jian's words and didn't dare to respond.

Seeing Boss Liang silent, Hao Jian continued, "Since you're not the President of the Country, why shouldn't I dare to talk to you like this?"

"You!!!"

Boss Liang clenched his teeth, completely enraged. This kid was outrageously arrogant, even daring to mock him.

Although he was uncomfortable, Old Zhang, Tie Shan, and the others felt great.

They were seeing someone talk back to Boss Liang for the first time. They were happy to see Boss Liang's face turn green with rage, though they were also worried.

The worry stemmed from the fear that Boss Liang would act spitefully and have the Family Head fire Hao Jian, something he was fully capable of, as there had been precedents.

But Hao Jian wasn't afraid because he knew that Shu Ya would never fire him under any circumstances.

"If there's nothing else, I'll ask you to leave now! Don't disturb us while we're eating and chatting. Looking at your pig kidney face really f***ing ruins the appetite!"

Hao Jian sat back down, pointed towards the door, and acted completely nonchalant.

Tie Shan and the others all showed cold sneers as they resumed their meal.

"You're asking for it!!!"

Boss Liang's patience had reached its limit. Looking at Hao Jian's refined face, he hated him so much that his teeth itched. In an instant, he whipped his leg out in a sweep toward Hao Jian!

Whoosh!

The wind from the kick was fierce and powerful!

Seeing this, Tie Shan and the others were all shocked!

They wanted to step forward to stop it, but it was too late. Boss Liang's kick was only a few centimeters away from Hao Jian's face.

At that moment, Hao Jian casually lifted his hand to scratch his ear.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded as Boss Liang's leather shoe struck squarely against Hao Jian's hand, causing a gust of wind that made Hao Jian's hair flutter.

At this point, everyone was dumbfounded. Had Boss Liang's full-strength kick been blocked just by a "scratch?"

Then their gaze toward Hao Jian began to change.

It was filled with shock and disbelief, and many not only rubbed their own eyes but wondered if they were seeing things.

And Boss Liang's complexion turned ugly in an instant!

He had thought that kick was enough to land Hao Jian in the hospital.

But he never expected that it wouldn't even scratch Hao Jian's skin!

At that moment, a serious expression crossed Boss Liang's face; his instincts told him, this guy was no simple matter!

"Oh, feeling like starting a fight?" Hao Jian pushed Boss Liang's foot away and said with a strange smile.

That look was like a hungry wolf eyeing a little lamb, giving one an eerie feeling!

"Hmph! No wonder you talk big. Turns out you have a little bit of skill. But do you think your bunch of shrimps and crabs can defeat my elite guards?" Boss Liang said disdainfully, gesturing toward his own security guards.

And those security guards following Hao Jian all straightened their spines, clenched their fists, and grinned menacingly, eager to jump into the fray.

In contrast, Hao Jian's side was full of worn-out veterans. When they saw Boss Liang and his men glancing over, they all lowered their heads in fear.

"Elite? Hahaha."

Hao Jian laughed so hard he teared up. He had seen real elite soldiers before, and these guys were nothing but all bark and no bite, to even consider as elite.

"What's so funny?" Boss Liang glared, detecting the mockery in Hao Jian's words.

The security guards also cast hostile looks at Hao Jian, wishing they could tear him to pieces.

After a long while, Hao Jian finally stopped laughing and then pointed to one of them, "You, have you ever been to the battlefield?"

The security guard was startled by Hao Jian's question and shook his head dumbly.

"What about you? Have you ever killed anyone?" Hao Jian pointed to another.

That person also shook his head, humiliated.

"And you, have you ever touched a gun?" Hao Jian continued to question, but all the answers were negative.

Seeing Hao Jian's relentless questioning, Boss Liang's face grew uglier by the second.

"Boss Liang, I heard you want to turn the security division into an army unit, but none of your men have even been on a battlefield. What makes them qualified to be called elite?" Hao Jian found it laughable.

"Security is security, and soldiers are soldiers; there's a difference. The iron-blooded spirit of soldiers can only be cultivated in the military and on the battlefield. Look at Old Zhang; he's already in his fifties. Do you think he can endure your training at this age?" Hao Jian mocked, thinking that Boss Liang was just messing around with no real purpose.

"You, come out. I want to have a one-on-one fight with you!" At this point, Boss Liang didn't want to waste any more words; he decided to let fists do the talking.

"One-on-one?" Hao Jian raised an eyebrow.

"What? Don't dare to?" Boss Liang mocked, thinking Hao Jian was just a coward.

"No, I just think you should call over your brothers because you, on your own, are not enough to die!"