Chapter 920: Chapter 919: Let’s Start with These Two Won!
“Bang!”
As soon as Sun Hongyuan finished speaking, his vision suddenly went dark. A violent pain exploded from his abdon, spreading throughout his entire body. The world spun as he was slamd hard against the wall, the pristine white paint now stained with the darker fabric of Sun Hongyuan’s clothes.
“Say the wrong thing again, and it won’t just be this mild.”
Slowly withdrawing his foot, Hao Jian glanced at Sun Hongyuan and spoke indifferently.
“Kid! What the hell are you doing?! This is my turf!”
By the ti Hao Jian walked back to Wen Lan and Shu Ya’s side, Feng Jin finally snapped out of his daze and shouted angrily at Hao Jian. Swinging the stick in his hand through the air, he entirely ignored the Sun Hongyuan who had been kicked against the wall—after all, it wasn’t him being beaten.
“Just teaching soone who spoke out of turn a lesson.”
Hao Jian reached out, taking Wen Lan and Shu Ya’s hands gently, turning slightly while flashing a faint smile. His eyes narrowed, a cold glint flickering within as he inwardly pondered how Feng Jin planned to handle this situation.
If things escalated too far, he’d simply deal with him—people like this were nothing more than parasites society would gladly cleanse.
“Haha, stealing soone’s phone, beating them up—and now you think you’re justified?!”
Feng Jin’s anger flared at Hao Jian’s words, gripping his stick firmly but not daring to step closer. He knew well from Hao Jian’s earlier show of skill that, without a gun or a heavy blade, he didn’t stand a chance. All he could do now was lash out verbally.
“Kid, since you claim I stole your phone, why don’t you try calling your number? Let’s see if your phone rings.”
Sun Hongyuan, still clutching his aching stomach, staggered to his feet. His pale, trembling legs struggled to hold him up, while one hand discreetly slipped into his back pocket to power off the phone he had stolen from Shu Ya.
Though his motions were subtle, Hao Jian noticed them instantly. Hearing Sun Hongyuan’s remark, Hao Jian narrowed his previously squinting eyes even further, a cold smirk playing at his lips as he shook his head. “He’s already turned off the stolen phone. How exactly do you expect to call through?”
With the phone powered down, even Hao Jian had no way to reach it. Watching Sun Hongyuan attempt to cover his tracks so deceptively tickled Hao Jian’s cynicism, igniting a fla of anger within him.
Pitting himself against two thugs who were only marginally stronger than ordinary n didn’t warrant using real power. Playing with them was more than enough.
The only reason he didn’t deal with them violently was simple boredom—he wanted so amusent.
“Sophistry!”
Feng Jin roared furiously at Hao Jian’s retort, his eyes filled with malice. “I think you’re the one trying to snatch his phone!”
“These days, even thieves have gotten fancy—dressing in designer clothes, hanging out with beautiful won. If my sharp eyes hadn’t seen through it, I wouldn’t have realized you were a thief myself!”
“Brother Jin, you see now, right? There’s no way I’d steal a phone! Besides, I have a legitimate job—who has idle ti to steal stuff?!”
Feng Jin’s voice had barely finished when Sun Hongyuan chid in eagerly, his gaze dripping with venom as he stared at Hao Jian. Inside, he prayed Hao Jian would retaliate against Feng Jin. If Hao Jian struck first, Feng Jin, unable to hold his own, would surely grab a machete and slice Hao Jian apart!
“I’ve always known you wouldn’t stoop to theft!” Feng Jin nodded fervently and fixed his gaze on Hao Jian, his jowly face trembling. “Know your place and hand over whatever you stole. I don’t believe you only took Hongyuan’s phone!”
“Given how long you’ve been lingering around the market, I bet your haul is pretty impressive by now, huh?!”
Hearing this, Hao Jian chuckled faintly. The corner of his mouth twitched as he broke into a mocking smile. “I can’t tell if you’re the market’s security guard or a petty gangster…”
“The tone you’re using sounds exactly like…”
Shaking his head, Hao Jian paid no mind to Feng Jin’s increasingly dark expression, instead continuing to speak nonchalantly. “Dreaming up excuses to pin this theft on —a clever little sche, isn’t it?”
“Even if I were missing a limb, you’d probably spin it into a story that blas so thief. After all, people do hate thieves with a passion in this society…”
“Enough with the nonsense! You’re boring to death—hand over what you stole right now, or we don’t play nice anymore!” Before Hao Jian could finish speaking, Feng Jin interrupted him loudly, his voice filled with rage though his eyes betrayed hesitation.
But as his gaze flitted past Wen Lan and Shu Ya, who stood behind Hao Jian with apparent indifference, a perverse gleam appeared in Feng Jin’s eyes. His expression twisted into depravity as he said, “If you won’t cooperate, I guess I’ll have to do a body search!”
“And I’ll start with these two beauties!”
With that, Feng Jin stepped closer to Hao Jian, gripping his stick tightly before relaxing his grip. He advanced toward Hao Jian and Wen Lan just as his sight locked onto the two won’s seductive figures. The surge of testosterone clouded his mind as a lecherous glare lit up his eyes.
Hao Jian, observing Feng Jin’s lascivious reaction, felt the smile on his face gradually fade into darkness. He watched Feng Jin intently, sneers swirling in his thoughts.
Even now, you’re daring enough to flaunt your disgusting desires? Clearly, you’ve learned nothing from Sun Hongyuan’s earlier punishnt!
“Take one more step, and you’ll regret it dearly…”
A soft, almost detached voice escaped Hao Jian’s lips, tinged with a faint aura of killing intent. The words halted Feng Jin abruptly, his raised foot frozen mid-air as cold sweat burst from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.
Sun Hongyuan remained unaware of the chilling tension. After all, the killing intent exuding from Hao Jian was solely directed at Feng Jin. The farther Sun Hongyuan was, the less he could sense it.
When he saw Hao Jian threatening Feng Jin, Sun Hongyuan imdiately interjected, yelling and pointing accusingly at Hao Jian: “You son of a—threatening , hitting , sure, whatever! After all, Brother Jin has decided to let it slide. But now you dare threaten Brother Jin like this?!”
“Kid, let tell you! Your life ends here!”
For reasons unknown, Sun Hongyuan was incredibly arrogant at this mont. Chin raised high, he jabbed his finger toward Hao Jian, threatening: “Brother Jin’s got soone backing him who you’d never dare cross!”
“Oh? And who would that be?”
Since Feng Jin was paralyzed by Hao Jian’s killing intent, Hao Jian turned his gaze to the cocky Sun Hongyuan instead, the hint of a playful smirk tracing his lips.
“Hmph! He’s none other than the true boss of this market—Li Yuchen, Brother Chen!”
Sun Hongyuan had been waiting for an opportunity to summon Li Yuchen, using Feng Jin’s anger as a pretext. In his mind, this was it—the perfect mont! Watching Feng Jin’s hesitance, he believed that Feng Jin must be furious…
“What nonsense is this?” Hearing this, Hao Jian chuckled coldly before darting toward Feng Jin as fast as lightning. Within seconds, he stood before the terrified Feng Jin, glancing at his panic-stricken, speechless expression. Hao Jian smirked and said, “Three tis you dared look at my won like that. Looks like it’s finally ti I settle with you…”
Hao Jian couldn’t care less about “Brother Chen” or anyone else. As far as he was concerned, he could wipe this entire market clear of people if he wished; no one would dare step foot here.
He simply lacked the motivation…
Initially, he planned to give Feng Jin three chances—a sign the universe might forgive this man’s sins. But now that he’d exceeded those chances, there was no other option but to say goodbye…
Li Yuchen, the market’s overseer and a small-ti criminal boss with nearly a hundred cronies, counted Feng Jin as one of his subordinates—a low-ranking one, at that.
Li Yuchen had just received a distress ssage from Feng Jin about an incident at his security post. Swinging a machete wrapped in layers of newspaper, Li Yuchen stord toward the post in an imposing fury.
The text ssage was Feng Jin’s backup plan; after witnessing Hao Jian’s skills, Feng Jin secretly sought help as a precaution.
Though Feng Jin owned a replica firearm, he refused to use it lightly. If word about it leaked, he’d be arrested and interrogated. After all, such items are strictly prohibited—the punishnt severe upon discovery.
With the fake gun off-limits, calling for backup beca his best option. Once Brother Chen arrived, Feng Jin thought Hao Jian would surely be beaten into a pulp!
Afterward, Feng Jin planned to capture the two won and indulge in his desires.
The plan might’ve sounded promising, but reality was brutally unkind. Feng Jin couldn’t fathom what technique Hao Jian employed—a re glance overwheld him with an icy chill, akin to plunging into an arctic wasteland. Even his blood seed to freeze…
This man… terrifying… Could the boss truly stand a chance?
Only by experiencing Hao Jian’s suffocating killing intent firsthand could soone realize how precious warmth was—the body immobilized, jaw locked, tongue stiffened, completely speechless…
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