Supremely Talented Tyrant

"And you, strip as well," Hao Jian pointed at Liu Rizhao.

Liu Rizhao's expression stiffened, "Can I, can I not strip?"

"You can, but then I'll beat you until you can't take care of yourself," Hao Jian gestured with his fist and smirked.

Liu Rizhao looked at Hao Jian resentfully, then started taking off his clothes one by one, soon looking just like the other security guards.

Six people stood naked in the cold winter night, shivering uncontrollably.

"Attention!"

Hao Jian suddenly shouted, and all six stiffened simultaneously.

"Turn left and right!"

The six turned right!

"Run forward! Streak for five laps!" Hao Jian ordered.

"What?"

All six were stunned, Hao Jian actually wanted them to streak? With so many people in this villa district, if they streaked for five laps, they would become famous by tomorrow.

"Run or eat my fist!"

Hao Jian huffed, Was he, Hao Jian, easy to bully? Bullying him came with a cost, understand?

Then the security guards helplessly lowered their heads.

"Remember, while running you must also shout this slogan: 'You are ****, you are shameless stinking ****,' got it?" Hao Jian was very serious while saying something not serious at all.

No one responded, they all thought to themselves, had this guy lost his mind?

"Are you listening to me?" Hao Jian kicked Liu Rizhao's butt impatiently.

"Remembered! Remembered!" Liu Rizhao cried with tears streaming down his face. Why was it always him getting hurt?

If this were in a rich district, he'd definitely make the papers tomorrow.

"No slacking off, I'll come back to check later. If I find you didn't run or ran too little, it'll be worse for you. Don't think I can't find you!" Hao Jian huffed and then turned towards Che Xiaoxiao:

"Come on, I'll take you home."

"But I want to watch," Che Xiaoxiao looked a bit disappointed. She had never seen people streak before.

"Not suitable for children, you can't watch!" Hao Jian sternly refused.

"I'm already an adult! I just turned eighteen today!" Che Xiaoxiao protested discontentedly.

"Even so, you're a girl!"

Hao Jian ignored Che Xiaoxiao's protests, grabbed her by the collar, and headed home.

Upon entering the house, Hao Jian's first impression of Che Xiaoxiao's home was big! His second impression, very big! His third impression, extremely extremely big!

The house had at least two hundred fifty square meters on a single floor, and it was a three-story duplex, plus a garden and swimming pool. This villa couldn't go for less than a hundred million.

"What do your parents do to be so wealthy?" Hao Jian looked up at the European-style architecture.

"My mom works in the government and holds a high position."

Che Xiaoxiao turned on the light, then threw her handbag onto the sofa, and seemed eager to find something to frame the painting Hao Jian gave her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, three years as a governor can amass a hundred thousand pieces of silver." Hao Jian remarked.

"Tch! You speak so crudely, that's not money my mother embezzled. My father was a successful businessman before he died. After his death, we inherited his fortune, that's why we live in such a lavish house," Che Xiaoxiao explained.

"I see," Hao Jian revealed an understanding expression:

"But this house, despite its size, lacks a human touch and feels quite empty," he said.

Upon hearing this, Che Xiaoxiao's smile vanished, replaced by a touch of melancholy:

"You noticed? It's because my mom is busy with work and is hardly ever home. It's just me here, so it gets lonely."

"You must get scared being alone at home," Hao Jian couldn't imagine how Che Xiaoxiao handled those periods.

"I used to when I was younger, but I gradually got used to it," Che Xiaoxiao forced a smile.

Hao Jian sighed, "Now I finally understand why you are so wild."

Che Xiaoxiao always hung out outside, went to bars, sang at KTV, and even raced with people. It was because she needed to vent, venting the frustration and loneliness inside her.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She always dreaded going home because it was just her alone. Every time she returned, it was pitch black, making her feel unfamiliar and frightened.

"Environment can drive a person mad."

Che Xiaoxiao shrugged and flashed a bright smile, "Enough about me, let's talk about you. Why did you let Brother Huoniu off earlier?"

Hao Jian asked with a faint smile, "Did I let him off?"

"Stop pretending, others might not see it, but can't I? You beat his followers so badly, but for him, the main culprit, you just threw him out. Why is that?"

This question had been puzzling Che Xiaoxiao; logically, Hao Jian wouldn't have feared Brother Huoniu, otherwise he wouldn't have struck.

At this, Hao Jian just smiled, remaining silent. He indeed had shown mercy, but his mercy had a purpose.

As for what the purpose was, that he couldn't reveal to Che Xiaoxiao.

"Fine, don't tell me then, I don't want to know!" Che Xiaoxiao muttered discontentedly.

Just then, a roaring sound of a car came from outside the villa.

"Oh no! My mom is back!" Che Xiaoxiao's expression drastically changed, and she screamed.

"So what if she's back, why the big fuss? Anyone would think you've seen a ghost," Hao Jian quipped.

"You don't understand, my mom is very conservative, and she doesn't even know who I hang out with outside. If she sees me bringing a man home in the middle of the night, she'll kill me!"