Supremely Talented Tyrant

In the office, Rivettes and Ming Li'an were all smiles when suddenly a police officer burst through the door, looking anxious, and blurted out, "Chief... Chief, something terrible has happened!" "What's got you so flustered?" Ming Li'an said, displeased. As a police officer, making such a fuss was unbecoming. "That Hao Jian, Hao Jian he..." the officer shouted, visibly unsettled. "What's happened to Hao Jian?" Upon hearing this, both Ming Li'an and Rivettes became tense. Then, Rivettes and Ming Li'an went straight to the cells to check, and there they saw the prisoners bowing and scraping to Hao Jian, massaging his shoulders and rubbing his legs, acting like servile lackeys. Even more absurd was that all of these prisoners were French, and each one of them was much more robust in stature than Hao Jian. Considering there were so many of them, Ming Li'an thought for sure they could take care of Hao Jian, but instead, it turned out that all these men got taken care of by Hao Jian! "A bit more on the left, harder on the left, you foreign devils. You look quite big, but every single one of you is soft as a jellyfish without any strength," Hao Jian said with particular disdain. "Hao Jian, are you here to be imprisoned or to enjoy yourself?" Ming Li'an roared angrily, having initially intended to teach Hao Jian a lesson, only to find the local hooligans were the ones being schooled. Rivettes repeated Ming Li'an's words. "Who says you can't enjoy life in prison? As long as you have my badassery, prison can be a pleasure! But looking at you, it seems if you ended up in prison, you'd quickly go from chrysanthemum to sunflower," Hao Jian said, looking at Ming Li'an with contempt. Upon hearing Rivettes's translation, Ming Li'an's face turned grim, and he glared fiercely at Hao Jian, "You just wait, as soon as the written application comes through, I will shoot you on the spot, and then we'll see how brazen you can be." "And I will make sure that Shu Ya Group's trip to France ends in failure!" Rivettes also smiled ominously, saying, "In France, especially in Paris, all entrepreneurs must show me respect, even in official competitions I can be in control. I recall Shu Ya Group has someone named Yuan Shanshan who won an award, right? With just one word from me, her award can be instantly transferred to someone else!" "With just one word from me, I can make you go bankrupt overnight!" When Hao Jian heard Rivettes's threat, a sinister smile spread across his face. "Wow, you sure talk big. I've worked hard to build such a powerful business empire, and not even Xu Donghe and Bartley joining forces could bring me down, let alone you claim you can make me go bankrupt?" Rivettes clearly didn't believe him. If this were Huaxia, perhaps he'd believe what Hao Jian said, but this was France—his turf! Who could touch him here? Immediately after, Hao Jian turned his head to look at Ming Li'an, "And you, your position doesn't quite suit you either, better to switch out." Ming Li'an glared furiously; if he could, he would really like to slap Hao Jian dead right now. "Chief, General Trelai from the Ministry of Defense has arrived!" At that moment, another officer reported, looking tense. "General Trelai?" Upon hearing this, both Rivettes and Ming Li'an were somewhat surprised. General Trelai was the second-in-command at the Ministry of Defense, a pinnacle figure of power in all of France. Why would he show up here? Afterward, Ming Li'an's face was filled with excitement as he said to Rivettes, "Mr. Rivettes, this kid is done for. He's caused so much trouble that it must have alerted the Ministry of Defense to send General Trelai to deal with him!" Hearing this, Rivettes also felt it was very likely, his face flushed with excitement, "Kid, do you even know who General Trelai is?" "Do I need to know?" Hao Jian asked disdainfully, with a shrug. "Alright, alright. Just keep on being obstinate, but let me tell you, your actions have attracted the attention of the Ministry of Defense, and now there's no place for you in the whole of France!" Rivettes smiled viciously, looking at Hao Jian as if he were looking at a dead man. "Once you're dead, I will use all the power at my disposal to target Shu Ya Group, to bring Shu Ya to ruin! You Huaxia brands want to enter my Champs-Elysées? Dream on!" Rivettes laughed heartily, completely presuming victory. "Do you have body odor? Get lost!" At that moment, Hao Jian said to a Frenchman massaging his leg, as if he hadn't heard a word Rivettes said. At that, Rivettes's face turned green, and he bellowed, "Bastard, are you even listening to what I'm saying?" It was hard enough to let Hao Jian strut around for a while, but Hao Jian seemed completely oblivious. "Ah? What did you say?" Hao Jian looked up, puzzled, at Rivettes. Rivettes felt his anger boiling. He was of noble birth, yet seemingly couldn't show his nobility in front of this man! "Stop wasting words with him. Come with me to welcome General Trelai. Once General Trelai arrives, we can execute him immediately!" Ming Li'an said coldly. After all, he was a dead man, so what did it matter if he acted arrogant for a bit longer? "Right!" Rivettes nodded, giving Hao Jian a dark look before following Ming Li'an out. Inside the police station, a middle-aged man of one hundred and ninety centimeters stood tall. His blue eyes sparkled with starlight, his features were angular, and his presence distinguished. Dressed in military uniform, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger. Flanking him were two guards, gun in hand, standing rigidly straight, forming a conspicuous scene with him. "It has been some time since we last met, General Trelai," Ming Li'an greeted the General energetically as he approached. But General Trelai simply waved him off, clearly not in the mood for small talk with Ming Li'an, and got straight to the point with a stern face, "You've captured a man named Hao Jian?" Ming Li'an looked somewhat embarrassed but answered truthfully, "Yes, we've arrested him. That guy has been disturbing the social order, killed many people, and is suspected of murder, kidnapping, extortion, assaulting police officers, among other charges. We believe this individual poses a grave threat to French society and must be executed immediately!" When he spoke these words, Ming Li'an bore an upright and unyielding appearance, as if his actions truly had the best interest of the entire French people at heart. "Take me to him," General Trelai said expressionlessly, signaling for Ming Li'an to lead the way. "Very well, this way please!" Ming Li'an gestured for General Trelai to follow. A group of people then returned to the cells. "General Trelai, this man is Hao Jian!" Ming Li'an suddenly pointed at Hao Jian, who was still in the cell enjoying massages from several inmates. After looking at Hao Jian, General Trelai couldn't help but chuckle. Where was this guy serving time? He was practically on vacation. General Trelai, perplexed, asked Ming Li'an, "What is going on here?" "This..." Ming Li'an's expression became one of utter embarrassment, because he couldn't explain what was happening either. General Trelai shook his head and smiled, not saying another word, and this significant gesture made Ming Li'an realize just how disappointed General Trelai was with him. Being a government official and allowing a criminal to do as he pleased on his turf was illogical. At this moment, Ming Li'an detested Hao Jian thoroughly because he knew that General Trelai might report this incident after leaving. Consequently, he guessed he would be subject to criticism and be labeled accordingly. Immediately afterward, General Trelai turned his gaze to Hao Jian and asked, "You are Hao Jian?" "I am Hao Jian, you've come?" Hao Jian stood up, walked to the bars, and looked at General Trelai with a grin. General Trelai was taken aback by this. "You knew I would come?" "Of course. With that busybody 'Prophet' and his style, how could he ignore the fact I'm in trouble?" Hao Jian laughed. Without even thinking, he knew General Trelai had been sent by the Prophet. Otherwise, why would a Defense General bother with the murder of a mere criminal? Hearing Hao Jian daring to refer to the Prophet as "that guy," General Trelai was utterly shocked. Even their President had to address the Prophet with respect, calling him "Your Excellency!" Yet Hao Jian dared to show such disrespect toward the Prophet? General Trelai was getting angry, wondering how this guy could have a closer relationship with the Prophet than the President did. The Prophet, in a certain sense, even had a stature that surpassed Hao Jian's, occupying an extremely important position in the hearts of leaders worldwide. The reason was simple: Hao Jian only dealt in slaughter, but the Prophet knew everything, there was nothing he was not aware of! It could be said that he was privy to all the secrets of the world; any secret he wished to uncover, there wasn't one he couldn't dig up. Whether it was the latest weapon invented by America, what the French President ate for breakfast that morning, or how the people from East Ocean were acting subservient, he knew it all. Such a person posed a threat to the entire world! Yet no one dared to lay a hand on him. "You want to kill me? Fine! I'll sell your secrets to your enemies!" And then seek protection from other countries! Over time, to avoid pointless hostility, no one dared to offend this unique individual anymore. When the French government received a call from the Prophet, one could hardly express how thrilled they were—a life in exchange for a world-shattering secret. No matter how you crunched the numbers, it was a win. So, they immediately sent General Trelai, an officer of no small rank, to deal with this matter. "Are you well acquainted with the Prophet?" General Trelai asked, frowning at Hao Jian, as he prodded for some information. "Not that acquainted," Hao Jian shook his head. General Trelai breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself it was true, how could a ruffian like this man be familiar with the Prophet. "I've just seen her take a bath, that's all," Hao Jian continued. "Impudence!" General Trelai roared angrily, visibly flustered. The Prophet had many followers, and General Trelai was one of them. General Trelai almost revered the Prophet to the extent of a deity. So, when he heard Hao Jian speak so offensively about the Prophet, he immediately became furious. Rivettes and Ming Li'an listened, completely confused. What ghost is this Prophet? What on earth were they discussing?