Supremely Talented Tyrant

The villains were also surprised by Hao Jian's actions, and then they looked at him with respect. Everyone tossed their firearms aside.

They had accepted a more dignified way to die!

"Cheng Weiwei, Hao Jian won't be in trouble, will he?" Xiaomei asked Cheng Weiwei somewhat anxiously.

"Forget him, let's hurry up and leave or we'll definitely be dead once they come after us," Chu Zhixin said anxiously. All he wanted now was to quickly leave this place; as for Hao Jian's death, that was no longer his concern, especially since he hated Hao Jian so much.

"Chu Zhixin, Hao Jian was trapped inside because he was trying to save us, and you can actually say that? Are you even human?" A male volunteer named Kang Zhi said indignantly.

"If it weren't for you, how would we have walked into that tavern? Ahe and Axin wouldn't have to die either. From the beginning, we should've listened to Hao Jian.

You stirred us up, and now Hao Jian is in deep trouble alone because he was saving us, and you actually suggest we abandon him, your mother****er!" A Fatty named Liu Junqi was the first to explode with rage, rushing towards Chu Zhixin with raised fists and knocking him to the ground with a punch as others hurriedly tried to pull him off.

"This kind of person is simply a beast! I wish he had died instead of Ahe and Axin!"

"Chu Zhixin, I am ashamed to be associated with you. From this day forth, I break all ties with you completely!"

Everyone was condemning Chu Zhixin's shamelessness, and even Cheng Weiwei's gaze was filled with coldness when looking at him.

Chu Zhixin lay on the ground, grinding his teeth, head lowered, not speaking, his face full of hatred.

After a few minutes, under everyone's worried gaze, Hao Jian walked out of the tavern.

Now, Hao Jian was no longer recognizable, covered in blood, even his hair soaked with flesh and blood.

Seeing this, everyone was dumbstruck. Had Hao Jian truly survived? They found it hard to believe; all the thugs were ferociously wicked, and they had thought Hao Jian was surely dead.@@novelbin@@

But who would have thought that not only did Hao Jian not die, but he survived in good condition, those thugs would never have let Hao Jian off so easily, there could only be one explanation—Hao Jian had killed them all!

At this moment, everyone's look at Hao Jian was filled with awe.

And seeing Hao Jian alive and unharmed, a fleeting sense of disappointment flashed in Chu Zhixin's eyes, and he brooded inwardly: How come this bastard won't die!

Hao Jian carried two buckets of water. In this wasteland, there was no source of water, so these thugs had hidden their water reserves, which Hao Jian had found.

He threw one of the buckets to Cheng Weiwei and the others, then opened the other bucket and began to wash his body, such a wild and arrogant action shocked everyone present.

In that moment, what they saw was not a man, but a wild beast that had just fought a bloody battle.

"Are you okay?" Cheng Weiwei ran up to Hao Jian, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, this blood isn't mine," Hao Jian said.

"What about those guys?"

"Just as you wished, they're all dead," Hao Jian replied expressionlessly.

"But there were dozens of them." Cheng Weiwei still couldn't believe it. There were dozens of ruthless thugs, each one bigger and stronger than Hao Jian. How did he manage it?

Hao Jian took out a handkerchief, wiped the fresh blood off his hands, and looked at Cheng Weiwei indifferently: "To me, dozens or hundreds of people mean the same."

At these words, Cheng Weiwei was at a loss for words. This guy was simply not human, a wild and sinister demon, a God of Death who claimed lives.

She wondered why her grandfather would know such a person.

Just then, Hao Jian walked toward Chu Zhixin with a pistol in hand.

Cheng Weiwei was taken aback and said, "Hao Jian, what are you doing?"

Seeing Hao Jian's fierce and fiendish approach, Chu Zhixin's expression drastically changed, looking at Hao Jian in fright.

"I said his life was given by me, and now it's time to take it back," Hao Jian said expressionlessly. "He has already dragged us down once; I can't let him continue to be a burden."

Apart from Cheng Weiwei, everyone else was indifferent, clearly feeling that Chu Zhixin deserved to die. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have found themselves in such peril.

"No! There have already been enough deaths, no more can die!" Cheng Weiwei firmly disagreed. Although she now despised Chu Zhixin, no matter what, they were friends, and she couldn't bear to watch him die.

"Fine," Hao Jian said, no longer moving forward and putting away his gun.

"That's it? You're letting it go?" Cheng Weiwei was surprised, seemingly not expecting Hao Jian to be so reasonable.

Hao Jian let out a cold laugh: "You are my employer, whatever you say goes, but the consequences of your decisions are yours to bear. For instance, if he causes the death of these people again, that's your responsibility."

Cheng Weiwei's expression turned complex; she knew Hao Jian was really angry.

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Shortly after Hao Jian and his group left, another group of people arrived on the scene, all dressed in floral shirts and beach shorts, appearing very casual. However, at this moment, each of their faces was filled with a sinister expression.

They had contacted the trading post half an hour ago and found that no one was answering their phones, which made them realize something was wrong, so they hurried over to check.

The leader was a short man, only about 1.5 meters tall, with the appearance of someone suffering from dwarfism, dark and thin. But the fierce, centipede-like scar on his face defined him as no ordinary person.

This man was none other than Kegemo, the top drug lord of Atama, who wielded the greatest power second only to the military forces in Atama.

Kegemo was also very angry at the moment. Someone had dared to destroy his trading post; they must be tired of living.

They pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to be instantly bombarded by a pungent smell of blood. Before they could even react, the sight inside left them utterly stunned.

The tavern had turned into a literal hell on earth, with limbs and broken arms everywhere, intestines and flesh dangling from the walls—there wasn't a single intact body.

These were all desperados who lived by the knife's edge, but even they couldn't help rushing out of the tavern to vomit.

Kegemo felt a chill all over his body. He had killed countless people and tried all sorts of ways to kill, but none were as cruel and brutal as this.

Then, Kegemo noticed an emblem drawn in blood on the wall, and in the next moment, his face went ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, his legs going weak.

"It's over. It's over," Kegemo said with a bitter smile on his face. It was his doing, which means everything made sense now.

How did his own people come into contact with such a monster?

"Boss, what's this thing?" Kegemo's subordinates, seeing how frightened he was, were also shocked.

How could Kegemo, infamous for his ruthlessness across Atama, be scared by a mere emblem?

Kegemo shivered uncontrollably: "That's the emblem of the God of Death."

"The emblem of the God of Death?" Everyone was startled and looked at the blood-stained scythe emblem. "Boss, what is the emblem of the God of Death?"

"The God of Death is the overlord of the underworld. Wherever he went, not a blade of grass would grow, mountains and rivers shattered, and even the four major alliances were no match for him. But he mysteriously disappeared a few years ago. Everyone assumed he was dead, but who would have thought he'd show up here, conflicting with us," Kegemo said, looking like he had just lost his parents.

On hearing this, everyone was truly frightened, one of the subordinates swallowed hard: "Then, is there any chance it's a fake?" Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

Kegemo shook his head with certainty: "No one dares to impersonate the God of Death, and looking at everything that's happened here, do you still think it's fake?"

Everyone couldn't help but inhale sharply, aware that they were in big trouble.

"Quick, no matter what, find me the God of Death," Kegemo said through clenched teeth.

"No way, boss, if he's as terrifying as you say, isn't going after him like seeking death?" one of the subordinates asked, puzzled.

"Are you ******** kidding me?" Kegemo slapped him across the face: "I want to apologize to him!"

Go after the God of Death? Am I ******** brain-dead?

Meanwhile, Hao Jian and the others had also reached their destination, a small village suffering the ravages of war.

Upon arriving here, Cheng Weiwei and the others finally took a breath of relief, starting to provide medical care and education to the local residents, also imparting some knowledge to them.

In this village, many people were missing hands or legs, using crutches to walk.

This was because there was a One-Legged General of that generation who was born disabled, with one leg capable of walking while the other was as useless as an infant's. Being born this way, he faced ridicule from an early age, leading to a deep-seated bitterness, wishing everyone to be just like him.

He gathered the civilians and chopped off their legs.

It was only upon reaching this village that Cheng Weiwei and the others realized what kind of life the villagers were enduring, which also made them more grateful for their own country.

Thinking of those young people back home who had a stable life but did not know how to cherish it, and then looking at these refugees, she suddenly felt very heavy-hearted.

It was Hao Jian, however, who appeared indifferent, having seen too much of the world's coldness to the point of numbness.

"Are you still angry?" Cheng Weiwei slowly approached Hao Jian, who was smoking on the hillside.

"Angry? Do I even have that right?" Hao Jian sneered.

Cheng Weiwei sighed, knowing Hao Jian was still blaming her, "I know you were trying to do what's best for us, but your way of killing people is wrong."

"Wrong?" Hao Jian laughed loudly, pointing at the group of refugees with desperate looks on their faces: "You see? You see! It's not me who's wrong, it's this world!"

"You want to save them, but your methods won't work! Because you don't understand this world!" Hao Jian snorted coldly and walked away from Cheng Weiwei and down the hillside.

Cheng Weiwei stood there, her expression complex.