Supremely Talented Tyrant

Chapter 337 Talking Sense

"Hey, how the fuck can you claim it's just fifty thou? You got that kind of cash?" The tattooed hulk glared at Hao Jian. In his eyes, Hao Jian's shabby clothes didn't look like those of a rich man—how could he possibly have fifty thousand?

Hao Jian glanced indifferently at the big guy and said to Li He, "Give me a day's time. After one day, I'll give you the money."

Although he had several checks on him, they were not cashed, and his card didn't have that much money, so he could only wait until tomorrow to cash the checks and then have the money to give to Li He.

"One day? I'm afraid even if I gave you one year, you damn poor bastard still wouldn't be able to scrape together that cash! Let me tell you, if you can't come up with the money, I'll make sure that kid's body floats down the Huangpu River!" The tattooed hulk sneered.

At that moment, Hao Jian slowly turned his head to look at the tattooed hulk and said with a faint smile, "Stop spouting rubbish all the time, or you'll regret it in the end."

"What the fuck's wrong with me? Regret? If you can, make me regret it!" The tattooed hulk laughed in rage, as if he had heard the world's biggest joke. Standing over two meters tall and built like a Black Bear, Hao Jian looked puny beside him, like he could be snuffed out with a single slap. Hao Jian dared to threaten him in this situation?

Hao Jian said nothing, just looked at him indifferently, his gaze mocking and aloof, as if looking at an idiot.

"Staring at me? Stare me down again, I dare you!" The big guy grew furious when he saw how Hao Jian spoke.

"I dare you to stare!" Finally, the big guy lost it and swung his hand straight toward Hao Jian's face.

Hao Jian snorted coldly and reached out, grabbing the bear-like hand of the big man and twisting it sharply.

"Snap."

The big guy's thumb was instantly broken. Following Hao Jian's move, the big man fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

"Your mom never taught you how to talk? Mouthful of filth, I break one of your fingers for that, that's called justice! If you dare to curse again, I'll keep fixing you, you fucking moron. Got no fucking manners, do you?" Hao Jian sneered, holding the man's thumb.

"Fuck!"

At this point, the brothers surrounding Li He all charged, surrounding Hao Jian and his group.

"All of you tired of living, huh?" Brother Spice Ginger drew a glossy black gun from his bosom: "Anyone not afraid to die, step up!"

"Huh?"

When they saw Brother Spice Ginger pull out a gun, those people froze, their momentum weakened.

"All of you, fucking stop!" At that moment, Li He, who had been silent, spoke up.

He stepped forward, his face dark as he looked at Hao Jian: "You like talking reason, huh? Good, then let me explain some reason to you."

"Wang Mingzhe knew she was my girlfriend and still slept with her. I beat her up, is that reasonable?" Li He said in a deep voice.

"It's reasonable!" Hao Jian nodded expressionlessly.

"Then he scratched my car. I caught him and demanded money for damages. Is that reasonable?" Li He asked again.

"That's also reasonable!"

"Alright, you come to my place, and before many words are exchanged, you beat up my brother, making me lose face in front of my boys. Isn't that utterly unreasonable?" Li He glared fiercely at Hao Jian.

"If he could keep his mouth clean, no one would need to hit him!" Hao Jian said with a laugh.

"I'll handle my own brother; no need for outsiders to meddle! You move him, and that's just not okay!" Li He said with a lot of pride.

"Little greenhorn, you're pretty bold, huh?" Brother Spice Ginger was also provoked into laughter; Li He was even more arrogant than him.

But Hao Jian gestured for Brother Spice Ginger to keep his cool. Right now, Wang Mingzhe was still in Li He's hands, and if they really provoked him, who knows what he might do.

Hao Jian looked at Li He and said, "You tell me, what will it take for this to end?"

"Simple, on my turf, I call the shots. Race me. If you win, we'll talk again. If you lose, I'll still give you Wang Mingzhe, but I'll break one of his hands as punishment for you messing with my brother!" Li He squinted at Hao Jian, his eyes gleaming sharply.

To him, nothing was more important than face, and since Hao Jian made him lose face, he naturally had to pick a fight with Hao Jian.

"Fine!" Hao Jian nodded, finding it somewhat amusing to think about racing him. It was like the God of Longevity gulping down arsenic—impatient to die!

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"Teacher, don't do it." Jiang Yutong was also anxious. The other guy clearly looked like someone who raced often, while Jiang Yutong was just a Traditional Chinese Medicine teacher; how could he possibly beat him.

If they lost, then Wang Mingzhe would truly be doomed.

"No worries, I have my plans." Hao Jian conveyed a reassuring look to Jiang Yutong.

"Then let's start now. If you win, I won't even take the money, just take Wang Mingzhe and leave!" Li He said with great pride, clearly very confident in his driving skills.

"Choose a car!" Li He pointed straight at a row of luxury cars in front of Hao Jian.

"No need, I'll just drive this one." Hao Jian patted his decrepit old Santana - he had bought it second-hand because he had thought it would be convenient to have a car, but he hadn't wanted to spend too much, so he settled for a second-hand vehicle.

Looking at Hao Jian's Santana, a cold light flashed in Li He's eyes: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

In his opinion, Hao Jian was simply insulting him. His car was a supercar—how could Hao Jian's old Santana possibly win against him?

But Hao Jian didn't see it that way and confidently said, "If you can beat me, I'll chop off a hand of my own for you!"

"Good, very good!" Li He was nearly bursting with rage. He had seen plenty of arrogant people, but none as arrogant as this.

Jiang Yutong and Brother Spice Ginger too looked at Hao Jian with faces full of disbelief, wondering why he was so overflowing with confidence.

"Remember your own words; don't regret them later!" Li He huffed angrily and got into his supercar.

"Teacher, how could you make this bet? If you lose, your hand is gone!" Jiang Yutong said anxiously.

"How do you know for sure that I'll lose?" Hao Jian said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yutong was stunned: "Do you mean you're confident that you can beat him?"

"Of course, why else would I dare to say that? And even if I lose, it's not a big deal. Doesn't Spice Ginger still have a handgun?

With him as a deterrent, they wouldn't dare do anything to us," Hao Jian said nonchalantly and then lowered his voice, conspiratorially saying to Brother Spice Ginger and the others, "If I lose later, Spice Ginger, you just grab that Li He, force him to hand over Wang Mingzhe, and then we'll slip away!"