Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 386 Duke Bartley

It's not surprising that Hao Jian was unintentionally emitting a bit of killing intent while staring at him, a kind of murderous aura that few people could withstand from someone like him—a murderer.

"Do you think I want to kill you?" Hao Jian mocked lightly when he saw Lin Yuanhui like this.

"You... if you dare to do anything to me, naturally someone will take care of you. Let me tell you, this summit is hosted by Duke Bartley, and if you don't know who he is, then I can certainly tell you, he is..."

"Duke Bartley, the Grand Duke of England, the richest man in all of England, with industries spread across the globe in various sectors, including food, medicine, petrochemicals, transportation, and so on and so forth..." But before Lin Yuanhui could finish, Hao Jian sneered and cut in, "Most notably, he is famous for luxury goods—over eighty percent of luxury goods exported from England are his, earning him the title 'King of Gems'. He has been listed at the top of the Forbes wealth rankings twelve times and was chosen as one of the hundred most influential people in the world in his thirteenth year. By now, he belongs to the class of financial emperors globally, right?"

Lin Yuanhui was stunned. Right? That was exactly right, Hao Jian mentioned some things even he was unaware of.

Having regained his composure, Lin Yuanhui snorted coldly, "Since you know him, then you should know the consequences of offending him, right?"

"Offend him? Am I afraid of offending him?" Hao Jian scoffed with a tilt of his forehead, an air of disdain all over him.

"Pretending to be tough, let me tell you, Duke Bartley is far more terrifying than Kong Xiaozhen and the likes. With just a flick of his finger, he could make you disappear without a trace, and by that time, you won't even know how you died!" Lin Yuanhui said venomously, his heart filled with resentment. Was this kid addicted to putting on airs? Did he really think no one could deal with him?

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a very imposing Lincoln Stretch Limousine approached from a distance.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a Lincoln Stretch Limousine was something quite extraordinary, but to these tycoons, it was no more ordinary an item. Compared to such bland and non-descript things, they favored all kinds of luxury cars even more.

However, at this moment, no one felt the Lincoln Stretch was bland. Instead, they found it understated, all because of the person sitting in the car.

That person's name was Gerlan Bartley.

"Duke Bartley has arrived, Hao Jian, get out of the way!" Lin Yuanhui said anxiously. He didn't want to slight Duke Bartley because of Hao Jian.

Hao Jian turned to glance at the Lincoln Stretch, but he still stood unmoved in the middle of the road, the corner of his mouth holding a detached smile, "And if I don't move, what can you do to me?"

"Fine, fine, fine, if you think you're so capable, then just stay there. I dare you to block Duke Bartley's way—I want to see how you die!" Lin Yuanhui raged furiously, his gaze malicious as he glared at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian merely shrugged carelessly, still unmoving, every inch the show-off.

"Has this kid gone mad? To actually dare block Duke Bartley's way."

"I don't think he's crazy; I think his confidence is simply inflated, thinking he's so great after beating Kong Xiaozhen and Liang Jiankun, as if nobody in this world can deal with him."

"And here I thought he was something special, turns out he's just a fool."

The onlooking tycoons started to snicker at this scene, all well aware that Duke Bartley was not someone like Liang Jiankun. Putting aside his official position in England, just the wealth he possessed was enough to annihilate a small country. To describe it as rich as a nation was an apt description.

Up on the second floor, Liang Jiankun couldn't help but sneer, turning to Kong Xiaozhen, "After all, you overestimated him."

Kong Xiaozhen had just mentioned how clever Hao Jian was, yet immediately, Hao Jian did something so foolish. In Liang Jiankun's eyes, this was a path to certain death.

Kong Xiaozhen replied with a shrug and a smile, not commenting further.

The Lincoln Stretch continued honking, but Hao Jian still didn't move. After about two or three seconds of silence, two black bodyguards with gloomy faces got out of the car.

Both men were over two meters tall, with formidable and muscular builds, looking like two black bulls.

"SHIT!"

One of them cursed angrily, then moved toward Hao Jian with the intention of grabbing his collar.

To the towering black bodyguard, Hao Jian's height of 1.8 meters seemed insignificant; thus, the bodyguard did not take Hao Jian seriously, his eyes filled with clear scorn.

But just as his palm was about to latch onto Hao Jian's collar to throw him, Hao Jian moved with the speed of lightning, grabbing the big man's thumb and giving it a light twist!

"Snap..."

The thumb was broken instantly, the black bodyguard screamed in pain, and instantly knelt on the ground.

He couldn't believe that this seemingly frail Huaxia man could be so formidable; he did not even notice how Hao Jian made his move until he was already caught in his trap.

Then his partner rushed over quickly, aiming a kick straight at Hao Jian's face, whipping up a fierce gust of wind.

Hao Jian grabbed the black man's finger with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached out to grasp his companion's leg. He then hoisted the entire person up, lifting the nearly three hundred pounds of muscle with one hand.

Hao Jian started to slam the big man to the ground violently, battering him into unconsciousness.

The crowd witnessed this scene with a gasp of shock, not because of how miserably the bodyguards fared but because of Hao Jian's actions at that moment.

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Even Duke Bartley's men dare to hit—this guy really is looking for shit—looking for death!

Seeing this, Lin Yuanhui and Liang Jiankun both instantly revealed a malicious smile, they couldn't wait for Hao Jian to mess around like this. As long as Hao Jian angered Bartley, he would be killed by Bartley without them having to lift a finger.

They were eager to see Bartley's thunderous rage.

"Click!"

At this moment, the door of the Lincoln Stretch Limousine was pushed open, and a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes stepped out from within, his hair slicked back shiningly, his features made more charming by the traces of time, his eyes sharp like those of a mighty eagle.

At that moment, Bartley was indeed as everyone had imagined, his face dark, his gaze slightly annoyed as he stared at Hao Jian, seemingly very dissatisfied with Hao Jian beating up his bodyguard to such an extent.

Seeing this, the previously spectating crowd couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, wanting to see how the famous Duke Bartley would deal with this ignorant ruffian.

Bartley walked slowly towards Hao Jian with a grim face, seemingly intending to handle Hao Jian personally.

"Duke Bartley, be careful with this guy, he's very dangerous," said Lin Yuanhui as he obsequiously approached, his face full of flattery when speaking to Bartley.

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However, Bartley didn't even spare him a glance, his gaze fixed intensely on Hao Jian, burning with intensity as if Hao Jian were an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

"Do you think this kid might even hit Duke Bartley too?"

"Would he dare? If he did, the country wouldn't let him off, and no matter how powerful he is, could he really contend with an entire country?"

"Now that Duke Bartley is personally getting involved, this kid is done for!"

"Courageous but foolhardy, his death would be well-deserved!"

By now, Bartley had stopped in front of Hao Jian, yet he continued to stare at him coldly.

After a hesitation of about three to four seconds, something happened that nobody expected.

Bartley's grim face suddenly brightened like the breaking dawn, and in an instant, he was as radiant as a gowan. He hurled himself forward and tightly hugged Hao Jian.

"Great Jian, we finally meet again!"

Silence, a deathlike stillness.

At that moment, it was as if everyone held their breath, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief, watching the scene unfold before them.

Seeing the powerful Duke Bartley smiling obsequiously and warmly embracing someone they had assumed was doomed to die.

Everyone was dumbfounded; they had never expected such an outcome. Did Duke Bartley actually know this guy?

"Crash..."

A wine glass inadvertently hit the floor, but the socialite didn't notice at all, her eyes fixed in disbelief on the two men brimming with a strong bond.

Just what kind of terrifying backing did this man have, for even Bartley to be familiar with him?

If anyone's expressions were the most animated at that moment, it would undoubtedly be the likes of Liang Jiankun and Lin Yuanhui. In particular Lin Yuanhui, who had come looking forward to a spectacle of Hao Jian being dealt with by Bartley.

But in a turn of events, it was as if Bartley had encountered a long-lost brother and embraced Hao Jian tightly. It was as jarring as drinking a cold beverage on a hot summer day and then suddenly choking on it; Lin Yuanhui now found himself without tears even if he wanted to cry.

Hao Jian hastily pushed Bartley away, while saying, "Uncle, we're not close"

Bartley was taken aback for a moment, then finally understood what Hao Jian meant, and laughed while punching Hao Jian in the chest, "You rascal, you haven't changed a bit!"

Hao Jian couldn't help but laugh too: "Is Vivian doing well?"

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"She's fine, but ever since you saved her, she's been nagging me non-stop about seeing you, giving me a headache," Bartley said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, everyone was petrified once more.

Because they all knew that Bartley's daughter's name was Vivian. If Hao Jian had saved Bartley's daughter, then the relationship between the two was self-evident.

Those aristocrats who had just been yelling at Hao Jian, at that moment, only wished they could slink away unseen by Hao Jian; if he decided to trouble them later, they would be finished.

"It's not that I overestimated him, but that you underestimated him," Kong Xiaozhen said, looking at Liang Jiankun's stiff back from the balcony on the second floor. She turned and left with a bitter smile, having lost interest in watching further.

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