Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 492: Dead Demon, Come Over

Hao Jian rolled his eyes and glared at Jessica, "First off, we just met today and haven’t known each other for even an hour, so we’re not close, second, I’m a guest and you’re a waitress; I’ve already paid, so I can leave whenever I want, and lastly, Wang Daxiong is your problem, not mine, got it?"

Jessica opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say because, although what Hao Jian said wasn’t very agreeable, it wasn’t wrong either.

Hao Jian then pushed the door intending to leave, but as soon as he opened it, he saw a hulking brute blocking his doorway, over eight feet tall, with leopard eyes and tiger whiskers, his expression fierce as if he were some malevolent deity, glaring at Hao Jian.

In his heart, Hao Jian cursed, "Damn, this guy looks just like Zhang Fei."

Without guessing, Hao Jian knew this man had to be Wang Daxiong, the one Jessica mentioned.

"Huh?" Just as Jessica had said, Wang Daxiong, seeing a strange man emerging from Jessica’s room, instantly glared unhappily.

"Who are you? Where’s Jessica?" Wang Daxiong asked, his face stern.

"Under the bed!" Hao Jian suddenly pointed under the bed where Jessica was.

"Damn, damn, damn..." A thousand ’Caonimas’ rampaged through Jessica’s mind, almost on the verge of tears, ’If you’re not helping me, could you at least not harm me?’

Wang Daxiong glanced under the bed and then ordered his minions, "Drag her out for me!"

Then Wang Daxiong’s men grabbed Jessica, who awkwardly walked up to Wang Daxiong, "Brother Daxiong, long time no see."

"Why are you avoiding me?" Wang Daxiong asked fiercely, glaring at Jessica.

"No...not at all, I was just looking for something under the bed, hehe... hehehe..." Jessica, wanting to cry but forced to laugh, glared furiously at Hao Jian, if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been caught.

"Who is he?" Wang Daxiong turned and pointed at Hao Jian, asking Jessica.

"Him? He’s just a friend," Jessica lied, although Hao Jian had betrayed him, he still couldn’t reveal Hao Jian’s true identity as a guest because the consequences would be dire.

"A friend? I think he’s more of a lover! With your charm, which man would truly want to be just friends with you?" Wang Daxiong snorted coldly.

Hao Jian felt utterly speechless. Were these people all morons?

"He’s really just a friend, he’s not gay, he likes women," Jessica hurriedly explained.

"Is that so?" Wang Daxiong glared at Hao Jian and asked.

"Exactly, I like women," Hao Jian replied expressionlessly, already growing impatient. What does their mess have to do with me?

"That’s impossible, even if he’s heterosexual, given your good looks, he’d still fantasize about you. What were you doing in the room just now? Speak!" Wang Daxiong’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared intensely at both Jessica and Hao Jian.

What the hell! Hao Jian clenched his fists, his face showing traces of anger.

Isn’t this over yet?

"Brother Xiong, things really aren’t what you think; he was just here to chat," Jessica, unsure what else to say, found Wang Daxiong’s stubbornness beyond her imagination.

"Chatting, who are you kidding?" Wang Daxiong berated, then turned his head to glare at Hao Jian, "Do you fancy my woman? Speak!"

"No... I’m not interested in her," Hao Jian stated indifferently, too lazy to even explain, Wang Daxiong was clearly an idiot.

"She’s so pretty, why wouldn’t you be interested in her? Speak!" Wang Daxiong shouted furiously.

Hao Jian’s head throbbed with veins, and then he suddenly punched Wang Daxiong in the face, knocking him over with that single blow.

Then, not yet appeased, Hao Jian continuously kicked Wang Daxiong’s body, "Speak? I’ll make you speak! Speak your damn speak!"

Hao Jian was furiously angry, utterly disregarded.

Speak, speak, speak, what’s there to talk about, must I admit I fancy Jessica to satisfy you? I’ll beat the crap out of you!

Jessica was dumbfounded, so were Wang Daxiong’s minions; they had not expected Hao Jian to be so bold and attack Wang Daxiong.

"Fight back! What are you standing there for?" Wang Daxiong roared, furious to the point of nearly spitting blood after being beaten by Hao Jian.

As a result, Wang Daxiong’s men ended up just like him.

"Fighting back, huh? You think you’re tough? Being gay is extraordinary, is it?" Hao Jian’s punches continued to fall, extremely angry, "I don’t discriminate against you for being gay, but can you stop insisting that I must become gay too?"

"You wait, I’m calling people!" Wang Daxiong scurried toward the door, then venomously threatened Hao Jian.

"You’re still calling people?" Hao Jian picked up a "Fake No. 2" and was ready to deliver another beating to Wang Daxiong.

Startled, Wang Daxiong hurriedly fled.

Wang Daxiong could tell that although Hao Jian was slighter in build than him, he was much stronger—a single slap from Hao Jian could leave him dizzy. A direct confrontation was a sure loss, so Wang Daxiong thought about rallying his crew and coming back to settle the score with Hao Jian—his Jessica absolutely couldn’t be taken by someone else.

"Handsome, you’re so impressive! I love a man as powerful as you!" After Wang Daxiong and his gang had fled, Jessica looked at Hao Jian with admiring eyes.

"If you don’t take your hand off my chest right now, I’m going to beat you up!" Hao Jian coldly glared at Jessica, who was touching his chest.

Jessica quickly retracted her hand in fright and looked at Hao Jian a bit fearfully.

"Who were those guys just now, eh, Jessica, what’s going on, who did this to you?" Qin Bing walked in from outside and was immediately stunned to see the bruises on Jessica’s face.

Jessica instinctively looked towards Hao Jian but, seeing his stern gaze, quickly lowered her head and remained silent.

Qin Bing looked at Hao Jian in surprise and then angrily said, "I didn’t expect you to be gay!"

Hao Jian was shocked by her outburst. What was this woman thinking? She couldn’t possibly think he was playing SM games with Jessica, could she?

"You guys should leave quickly, or if Wang Daxiong brings people back, you won’t be able to escape," Jessica hurriedly reminded Hao Jian and the other.

Hao Jian glared at Jessica, "Do I need you to tell me that?"

He had no intention of staying in this place of trouble any longer. He could tolerate competing over a woman, but for a shemale, it just wasn’t worth it.

Without delay, Hao Jian grabbed Qin Bing’s hand and headed outside, but as they reached the door, they saw a group of people blocking their way.

Wang Daxiong stood among the crowd, carrying a machete, and pointed directly at Hao Jian: "Kid, think you’re tough? You dare mess with me? I’ll take your life!"

"Brother Daxiong, this is a misunderstanding, let him go," Jessica ran up and pleaded with Wang Daxiong as if she was protecting her own lover.

"You’re pleading for him? And you still say he’s not your lover?" Wang Daxiong angrily said, the more Jessica pleaded for Hao Jian, the angrier he became.

Hao Jian also braced himself, Wang Daxiong was really tempting fate.

But suddenly, Hao Jian noticed a special tattoo on the hand Wang Daxiong was pointing with.

And Hao Jian’s gaze froze upon seeing that tattoo.

It was a skull engulfed in black flames, sinister and fierce, with a series of numbers marked on it—Hao Jian knew it was the code of the tattoo owner.

Without delay, Hao Jian asked with a frown, "Are you from the Mercenary Alliance?"

"What Mercenary Alliance? What are you talking about?" Wang Daxiong was utterly confused; this guy must have been scared silly, speaking nonsense now.

"Right, the Mercenary Alliance wouldn’t have a loser like you." Hao Jian thought about it and also found it unlikely; Wang Daxiong was too weak, unable to withstand even one of his moves, how could he possibly be from the Mercenary Alliance.

"Hey, you dare insult people? Brothers, chop him up!" Wang Daxiong bellowed suddenly, waving his hand.

"You guys run, I’ve got this!" Jessica shouted, very loyally blocking in front of Hao Jian and Qin Bing.

"Get out of the way!" Brushing off Jessica’s head, he moved towards Wang Daxiong’s underlings.

"Damn it, what a day!" Hao Jian cursed, dishing out punches and kicks, sending Wang Daxiong’s men howling in pain.

A crowd surged up massively, only to be swiftly knocked back. Having machetes made them look fierce, but it was utterly pointless.

Wang Daxiong felt a chill run through his body; he knew Hao Jian could fight, but he didn’t realize just how capable he was, his men were completely battered.

Watching his men unable to get up, Wang Daxiong felt his heart rise to his throat.

"So cool, just as expected from the man I fancy!" Jessica’s eyes twinkled with little stars.

Hao Jian walked over to Wang Daxiong, who upon seeing Hao Jian approach, turned tail and ran.

But this time Hao Jian wasn’t about to let him go, he quickly lunged forward, grabbed Wang Daxiong, and started beating him again.

"Caonima, wuwuwu... my Caonima..." Wang Daxiong crouched on the ground, holding his head, looking mournfully at Hao Jian, and wept.

"Oh hey, still daring to swear?" Hao Jian looked at Wang Daxiong, half-smiling, then grabbed him and headed towards the clubhouse, saying to Jessica, "Dead shemale, come here!"

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Being called a dead shemale by Hao Jian, Jessica not only wasn’t angry but happily agreed and followed along excitedly.

Hao Jian imprisoned Wang Daxiong in one of the private room chairs they had left earlier, picking up an erotic whip.

Seeing this, Wang Daxiong immediately broke out in a cold sweat, terrified: "What… what are you going to do?"