Supremely Talented Tyrant

Now, Murong Qiushui could be considered the nominal spokesperson for the Murong Family, and her actions were closely related to the family's reputation. Naturally, the Murong Family couldn't afford to let her act recklessly. That's why they sent Murong Chengkong today, to find out what Hao Jian was really about.

"She wanted me to become one of her underlings," Hao Jian replied.

"And what did you say?"

"I refused!"

"Refused? Our Murong Family took a liking to you, which is a blessing you could only earn in eight lifetimes. What reason do you have to refuse?" Once he heard this, Murong Chengkong immediately felt displeased.

So many people would crack their skulls trying to squeeze into the Murong Family's door, yet Hao Jian had the nerve to refuse?

Although Murong Chengkong looked down on Hao Jian, him refusing the Murong Family was unacceptable.

"Don't think too highly of yourselves," Hao Jian quirked his lips, also speechless. Murong Chengkong, like Murong Qiushui, saw the Murong Family as too invincible.

To some ordinary people, the Murong Family might indeed be invincible, but for Hao Jian, they were not unbeatable.

"Are you the mountain?" Murong Chengkong said, lost in a daze.

"Do I not look it?" Hao Jian said haughtily, looking up. He should be more like the sky, right?

Murong Chengkong was speechless. How could this guy be so shameless?

"Anyway, stop contacting Qiushui in the future," Murong Chengkong changed the subject.

"Why are you changing the subject? Don't you think I look it?" Hao Jian got angry. This bastard was actually changing the subject, which was infuriating.

"Just remember what I said!" Murong Chengkong was struggling with a splitting headache. Why couldn't this guy just understand plain speech?

"Why?" Hao Jian asked, confused.

"My sister's status is different from yours. Our Murong Family won't allow her to associate with riffraff like you," Murong Chengkong said coldly. Hao Jian was too ignorant, he hadn't wanted to speak like that originally, but Hao Jian forced him to.

"I'm not riffraff. I am a people's teacher—do you understand? Such a noble profession!" Hao Jian quickly retorted.

Murong Chengkong's face turned green as he scolded, "Are you really not understanding, or are you pretending not to understand? Her status doesn't allow her to be friends with commoners. Do you get it?"

"Does she suffer from 'Cannot make friends with commoners syndrome'?" Hao Jian asked in surprise.

"...." Murong Chengkong felt a surge of anger: "If you continue to interact with her, it will be very dangerous for you and those around you."

"Is this a threat?" Hao Jian frowned, his expression growing darker.

"No, this is advice. Our Murong Family won't do anything to you, because in our eyes, you're just like a clown. But you should know that our family has many enemies. If you keep interacting with her, it's likely that someone with ulterior motives will take notice of you," Murong Chengkong said, sitting up straight and lightly waving his folding fan.

"If I'm just a clown in your eyes, then why bother sending a young master like yourself to advise me?" Hao Jian let out a sarcastic laugh, his gaze piercing as he stared at Murong Chengkong, seemingly seeing through his intentions.

If the Murong Family truly didn't care about him, they wouldn't have sent Murong Chengkong to talk to him. It was primarily because the family cared about their reputation; they didn't want Murong Qiushui to be associated with a reprobate like him.

Upon hearing this, Murong Chengkong was startled and then shook his head with a bitter smile, "The rumors out there are wrong."

"Oh? How are they wrong?"

"They say you're a foolhardy person who's just lucky. But from what I see, you're not stupid at all," Murong Chengkong said with a grin, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

Murong Chengkong rarely smiled, but he smiled now in front of Hao Jian. That was because he liked smart people and enjoyed talking to them, and in his eyes, Hao Jian was one of those smart people. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"I admit we do have that concern. If you're willing to agree, we can offer you a generous compensation. Of course, even if you refuse and insist on contacting my sister, that's fine too. Our Murong Family won't trouble you either because we wouldn't stoop to dealing with an insignificant pawn in such an inelegant manner," Murong Chengkong said with a faint smile.

At this moment, Murong Chengkong suddenly flipped his hand, and a glint of cold light swept past, shooting down just beside the tip of Hao Jian's nose.

Hao Jian only slightly furrowed his brow but did not move.

"Bang!"

The marble coffee table in front of Hao Jian instantly split in two.

By now, Murong Chengkong was holding a Bronze Short Sword in his hand, smiling as he said, "Just like now, this Short Sword is named Cangfeng because it's too sharp for any sheath to hold, so it must always be carried in hand. With such a divine sharpness, a mere flick on your body would slice you in half. But I haven't done that because you're not worth it, and I don't do such things to commoners."

Only then did Hao Jian understand why Murong Chengkong's other hand had been flexing all this time. It turned out he had been holding this divine Short Sword all along.

The edge of Cangfeng was so sharp that even Hao Jian couldn't help but marvel. He admitted that even with his monstrous physique, he couldn't withstand such a divine blade.

Hao Jian looked down at the shattered coffee table and then angrily said, "That coffee table cost me over ten thousand, you owe me compensation!"

Murong Chengkong was at a loss for words. Did this guy truly not understand human language? After showing such a move, he was still fixated on that broken coffee table?

Murong Chengkong felt he was unable to converse with Hao Jian and then gave Hao Jian a deep look, silent for a long while.

He really wanted to know if this guy was even human.

After who knows how long, Murong Chengkong finally got up and said coldly, "I'm going home!"

The words were full of frustration, as if he were a little kid about to leave in a huff after a squabble with playmates.

Murong Chengkong was indeed frustrated, or perhaps furious; he estimated that he had never been as angry in his life as he was today, all told. The guy before him was just too much.

"Breaking stuff and not paying for it, claiming to be from a great family, shameless!" Hao Jian huffed in displeasure.

Murong Chengkong, who was about to leave, nearly tripped and fell to the ground when he heard these words.

Then he turned around, his face red and his teeth clenched, as he glared at Hao Jian.

It should be you who's shameless, shouldn't it? Can't you show a bit of dignity over a measly ten thousand RMB?

To Murong Chengkong, a paltry ten thousand RMB was not even worth bending over to pick up if it dropped on the ground, so would he care about such a sum?

Murong Chengkong hurriedly pulled out a thick stack of banknotes from his purse—no less than fifty or sixty thousand—and slammed it onto the ground, "Here's your money!"

At the same time, a trace of contempt appeared on Murong Chengkong's face. Normally, he would disdain to use money to insult someone. It was just too degrading. But now he didn't see it that way anymore. For a money-grubber like Hao Jian, this was the appropriate method.

Murong Chengkong sneered, waiting, looking forward to seeing Hao Jian fly into a rage, shout at him, "So what if you have money?"

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss..."

However, the scene Murong Chengkong wanted to see did not happen. Instead, he saw Hao Jian bowing and scraping as he picked up the money from the ground, in a manner utterly devoid of pride.

Murong Chengkong was petrified on the spot. He had thought the guy was just thick-skinned, but now it seemed he had no shame at all!

Murong Chengkong suddenly felt like throwing good money after bad.

Murong Chengkong gritted his teeth and then, like an eagle swooping down, he lunged towards the ground and started picking up the money too.

Damn it, even if he had to feed that money to dogs, he wouldn't give it to this shameless wretch!

"You have the nerve to take back the money you gave to someone—is there no shame left in you?" Hao Jian finally erupted in anger!

"I'd rather burn it than give it to you!" Murong Chengkong snarled viciously, the corner of his mouth twisted in cold mockery.

Hao Jian gritted his teeth in frustration and then, suddenly, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and then...

"Ha, ptooey!"

Just then, Hao Jian pursed his lips and spat directly onto one of the RMB banknotes.

Murong Chengkong froze, aghast he looked up, only to see Hao Jian's mocking smile.

"You..." Murong Chengkong really wanted to swear, though he had never done so before, but in this moment, he was truly on the verge of losing his composure.

He would never have thought Hao Jian would use such a shameless tactic to prevent him from picking up the money. Now with spit on it, he couldn't bring himself to pick it up shamelessly.

Because he had a germ phobia!

"Kid, you're still too green to compete with me!" Hao Jian laughed heartily, his smug look not unlike that of Curator Jin.

Murong Chengkong stood up furiously, deciding he must leave immediately, because at that moment he remembered a saying: Don't argue with a fool, because they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Murong Chengkong didn't want to become a fool himself, so he had to leave right away.

"Not enough to die, definitely not enough!" As Hao Jian picked his nose, he shook his head, then casually flicked the booger. It flew through the air in an arc and landed precisely on Murong Chengkong's shoulder.

Roar!

At that moment, a sleeping lion was awakening!

Half an hour later, Murong Chengkong emerged from Hao Jian's house, his nose swollen, face bruised, and clothes in tatters.

Inside, Hao Jian was holding a handkerchief and waved at Murong Chengkong, "Dear customer, come back when you can!"

**** it, never coming back again, let whoever wants this garbage job take it! Murong Chengkong cursed inwardly.

....

At mealtime, Hao Jian was eating with Tongtong and the others. Tongtong, that little girl, still seemed to be angry about today's events, turning her head away refusing to look at Hao Jian.

"Tongtong, still mad at daddy for scolding you? How about daddy apologizes, alright?" Hao Jian said, trying to placate her while serving her some food.

"Hmph!" Tongtong huffed angrily and turned her head away, ignoring Hao Jian.