Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Are you afraid I can't control him?" The woman in black was somewhat displeased.

"Miss, this guy really isn't easy to deal with." Ma Li said helplessly.

"No more words, do as I say!" the woman in black commanded.

"I... I understand," Ma Li sighed and could only reluctantly agree.

At that moment, Hao Jian also noticed the gaze of the woman in black and looked towards her direction.

Their gazes suddenly met; hers was bright and piercing, his sharp and intense. They stared at each other, and neither felt any fear.

From the woman's eyes, Hao Jian saw extreme wisdom and intelligence.

And from Hao Jian's eyes, she saw absolute invincibility and dominance.

Then, she laughed, and Hao Jian was stunned.

"Who is this woman?" Hao Jian asked Bartley.

Bartley followed Hao Jian's gaze, and upon seeing the woman in black, he couldn't help but give a wry smile, "If you have any ideas about her, you better dismiss them right away. Even I can't afford to provoke her."

"Really?" Hao Jian was shocked. How could it be that even Bartley couldn't provoke this woman?

Immediately, Hao Jian became curious. Who was this woman, that even Bartley was so wary of her?

But by the time he looked again, the woman and Ma Li had already left.

Hao Jian frowned deeply. Who exactly was this woman? Why was she fixated on him?

At that moment, Shu Ya timidly approached, somewhat nervously extending her hand to Bartley, "Hello, my name is Shu Ya."

Bartley furrowed his brows, glancing at Shu Ya with displeasure. He didn't recognize Shu Ya; being a grand duke, he inherently carried an air of nobility. To someone like Shu Ya, who was merely a commoner, he generally showed disregard—not out of contempt but due to his innate pride.

Seeing Bartley scrutinizing her this way, Shu Ya also felt somewhat uneasy. Although she was a corporation president, this status held no advantage before a duke.

And she clearly saw a flicker of mockery and disdain in Bartley's eyes. He wasn't taking her seriously. Shu Ya could only look pleadingly at Hao Jian, overwhelmed by Bartley's imposing gaze.

"She is my girlfriend," Hao Jian quickly interjected, not wanting Shu Ya to feel uncomfortable.

"So, she's the young lady," Bartley's attitude changed drastically, his demeanor turning warm as he grabbed Shu Ya's hand and gave a thumbs up, "The young lady is quite beautiful indeed, with a remarkable presence."

Shu Ya was bewildered. How could he change so quickly? Just moments ago, he was indifferent, and now he's warmly calling me 'young lady'. Do I really seem that inferior?

No wonder, as a grand duke, Bartley was innately aristocratic, and what beauty hadn't he seen? Thus, to him, beauty held no significance; what mattered more was status.

While Shu Ya did have the identity of a chief executive, this might be impressive to others, but in the eyes of this grand duke, it was trivial.

If not for her being Hao Jian's girlfriend, Bartley might even have punished her for disrespect.

"Grand Duke, how do you know Hao Jian? Your status is so esteemed and he's merely a commoner." Shu Ya asked curiously, hoping to coax some information out of Bartley.

"A commoner? How could he just be a commoner? He's the famous dea... Sss!" Bartley was just about to reveal Hao Jian's identity when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back, causing him to sharply inhale.

Hao Jian pinched his flesh, his face twisted into a mocking grin. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

"The famous what?" Shu Ya asked with suspicion.

"No... nothing," Bartley, ever so clever, immediately understood Hao Jian's intent.

Suddenly, Shu Ya frowned unhappily, knowing Hao Jian must have interfered. His sneering expression made it all too clear.

At that moment, a figure caught Shu Ya's attention, causing her face to darken with anger.

"What's wrong?" Hao Jian asked, puzzled.

"It's Rivettes," Shu Ya said through gritted teeth. It was this man who had hindered her corporation's progress.

At the same time, Hao Jian couldn't help but cast his gaze towards a brown-haired middle-aged man in the distance. He was dressed in luxurious western attire and appeared very gentlemanly with his polite smile.

"Let's go over and have a chat with him," Hao Jian said with a smile.

"This, isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Shu Ya hesitated, as she had just been insulted by Rivettes not long ago, so now she felt a bit timid seeing him.

"What's inappropriate about it? Are you still afraid that he might scold me?" Hao Jian said, laughing and crying at the same time. There were so many people around; even if Rivettes wanted to make a scene, it was hardly possible.

"I'm worried you might hit him," Shu Ya asked, somewhat concerned. She knew Hao Jian well; if this ancestor ended up beating Rivettes, her plan to move into Champs-Elysées would be completely ruined.

"How could I? What do you take me for? I'm a civilized person!" Hao Jian yelled, visibly upset.

"Civilized?" Shu Ya looked around at the chaotic surroundings and smirked at Hao Jian.

"This was an accident. You saw that they were the ones making trouble for me first," Hao Jian said, rubbing his hands embarrassedly. Things had not meant to escalate like this.

"Hao Jian, tell me, why do you carry a hand grenade with you?" Shu Ya asked seriously, wanting to know where on earth he got that grenade!

At her words, Hao Jian became even more sheepish. "Nobody said I attended this financial summit. You said it yourself; all the people gathered here are business elites, entrepreneurs, impressive figures. I'm just a country bumpkin, scared of being bullied, so I brought something for self-defense."

Shu Ya was stunned. Scared of being bullied? Who in the world would dare to bully you? Moreover, at a financial summit, where all the bigwigs gather, who would act like a ruffian and start hitting people?

Plus, even if one were to carry something for self-defense, who would bring heavy weaponry like a hand grenade? Are you planning on a mutual destruction or what? Didn't you see me in the crowd too?

Furious, Shu Ya pointed at Hao Jian's nose and scolded, "Tell me, how many of these dangerous items did you bring?"

On hearing this, Hao Jian looked up somewhat aggrieved and said faintly, "Not... not too many, just another twenty or thirty."

"Twenty or thirty?" Shu Ya was shocked, her beautiful eyes wide as if they might fall out at any moment. This guy was carrying twenty or thirty hand grenades? Was he planning to blow up the entire Jinxiu Villa?

"Even if you wanted to defend yourself, you didn't need to bring so many, right?" Shu Ya nearly cried tears of despair. Meeting such a person was truly her ill fate; he was practically a terrorist.

Hao Jian pouted and complained, "There are a lot of people here; one won't kill them all... so..."

At his words, the guests were terrified; they all scurried away, the men's faces ashen and the women's eyes tearful. Was this bastard planning to kill them all?

"Don't be like this. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't kill you. Actually, I am very kind," Hao Jian hastily explained, squeezing out a "friendly" smile.

But this smile, in the eyes of the guests at that moment, seemed like the devil's grin, making them shiver with fear.

Mama, I never want to come to Huaxia again in my life; the people here are too terrifying...

Shu Ya sighed and rubbed her forehead, lamenting that her reputation had been completely ruined by this guy. She looked Hao Jian up and down, then frowned and said, "Where did you hide all those hand grenades?"

Hao Jian said he brought twenty or thirty hand grenades, which should have been obvious; no matter how he hid them, they couldn't have been completely concealed; his clothing should have bulged.

Yet at that moment, Hao Jian looked normal, and it seemed impossible for him to hide that many grenades.

Hao Jian hesitated for a moment, then pulled two hand grenades from his chest.

"Just these?" Shu Ya asked, dissatisfied. Weren't there supposed to be twenty or thirty?

Hao Jian sheepishly chuckled, then walked over to a nearby plant and pulled out two hand grenades. Then he walked to the fountain, pulled out two more; under the table, from the chandelier, out of the trash can, and even crawled under one girl's skirt to retrieve two grenades from there.

The girl blushed deeply but did not dare to scold Hao Jian, allowing him to carry on as he wished.

The guests were dumbfounded, unsure how Hao Jian managed it. Since Hao Jian appeared, they had been watching him; logically, he shouldn't have had the time or opportunity to set up these grenades.

Just thinking that such dangerous items were all around them made the guests increasingly fearful, and their looks towards Hao Jian grew more terrified.

Clearly, in their eyes, Hao Jian was now equivalent to a terrorist.

Seeing Hao Jian had set up hand grenades all over the venue, Shu Ya didn't even know how to describe her feelings at that moment; this guy wasn't here to attend a banquet, he was clearly out to launch a terrorist attack!

Hao Jian gathered the grenades in a tablecloth, placed them in front of Shu Ya, and said, "They're all here now."

"Go away, go away, don't let others know I know you," Shu Ya said disdainfully, waving her hands.

"Oh," Hao Jian replied, feeling wronged, then turned and tossed the pile of grenades to Bartley. "All yours."

And observing this, the crowd gasped in shock, then looked at Shu Ya with fear. To dare to scold someone who seemed like a terrorist, could this woman be the real boss? Huaxia really is a terrifying country, with a woman so formidable. No wonder it produced empresses like Empress Wu Zetian and Mi Yue.