Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 387 Are You Begging Me?

"Bang!"

Liang Jiankun crushed the wine glass in his hand, a ferocity in his eyes that was somewhat intimidating. He couldn't understand why this kid always had so many nobles helping him.

"After I've dealt with my business in Huaxia," said Hao Jian with a smile, "I plan to go to England and visit that little girl." Reminded of the playful and adorable little girl, he couldn't help but reveal a look of nostalgia.

Since Bartley was one of the world's powerful men, it was inevitable that he had some enemies; one of them had employed the terrorist organization "Black September" to kidnap Vivian. Bartley had then asked for Hao Jian's help to resolve the matter. Not only did Hao Jian save Vivian, but he also dealt a heavy blow to Black September, claiming the throne of the underworld.

Therefore, Duke Bartley always remembered the favor Hao Jian had done for him.

"Alright, let's talk inside..." Bartley said warmly, draping his arm around Hao Jian's shoulders, ready to walk inside.

However, Hao Jian stood still, squinting and smiling, "I'd love to join you, but unfortunately, someone finds me too lowly to attend such a major conference. They said my mere presence is offensive and would taint the esteemed guests inside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was at a loss for words. Even Duke Bartley treated you with respect; who would dare say you're lowly now?

Lin Yuanhui was also shaking all over, his head hung low in guilt, but in his heart, he had already cursed Hao Jian's ancestors. This bastard was obviously setting him up.

"Who?" Bartley's brows knitted together, and a chilling frost momentarily crossed his face.

Hao Jian was his friend; who dared call his friend lowly? Wasn't that also an insult to him?

Suddenly, everyone's gaze turned and fixed on Lin Yuanhui.

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knowing he couldn't escape, Lin Yuanhui walked toward Bartley with an embarrassed expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bartley, I had no idea he was your friend."

"So you know now?" However, Bartley was not buying his story, and said coldly.

"Know... I know now." Lin Yuanhui nodded with a stutter, not daring to be as bold with Bartley as he was with Hao Jian, unless he had a death wish.

"And you still haven't apologized?" Bartley rebuked, his pure English accent sounding exceptionally pleasant.

Turning to face Hao Jian, Lin Yuanhui, feeling humiliated yet not daring to defy Bartley's will, bowed to apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hao Jian, I was unaware that you were friends with Duke Bartley."

Hao Jian looked at Lin Yuanhui indifferently, chuckled coldly, and said word by word, "I told you, I would make you beg me to get in."

Lin Yuanhui frowned but dared not make a sound.

At that moment, Hao Jian turned his back, his voice cold, "I don't accept your apology!"

Instantly, Lin Yuanhui's body stiffened, his facial expression extremely awkward, as he felt a burning shame on his face.

He knew Hao Jian was set on revenge, but even with that knowledge, he was helpless to resist, which was the most frustrating part.

Once again, Hao Jian successfully leveraged his position, a fox borrowing the tiger's might, with someone as powerful as Bartley backing him up. Who would dare to speak ill of him now?

"This…" Lin Yuanhui looked at Bartley with a pleading gaze.

Bartley, expressionless, said, "Since he is not willing to forgive you, there is probably no need to keep this Jinxiu Villa running, right?"

At those words, Lin Yuanhui's face turned ashen. Jinxiu Villa was his lifeblood, more than just a hotel for him. Here he could meet all kinds of celebrities; it was his network of connections.

He also knew that with Bartley's clout, just one word could put him out of business. If that happened, all his years of hard work would be in vain.

With a ghastly pale face, Lin Yuanhui looked at the unsmiling Bartley and quickly realized what he had to do. He turned urgently to Hao Jian, pleading, "Mr. Hao Jian, I was blind to your status and looked down on you. I shouldn't have been influenced by Kong Xiaozhen to block your way, I'm not a good dog."

Seeing Lin Yuanhui groveling in such a manner left the crowd flabbergasted, branding himself as a dog was a self-insult!

At this moment, Lin Yuanhui was on the verge of tears, not by choice, but by necessity. Who could have known this kid had connections with Duke Bartley? Today, Duke Bartley was the star of the conference, and if Bartley was slighted, he was known to be capable of mocking the entire conference on a whim.

The guests had traveled from all over the world to attend this conference. If it were canceled, they would have to return dejectedly. Would they be pleased with such an outcome?

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If they didn't dare confront Duke Bartley afterward, they would blame Lin Yuanhui, and whether he could continue to mingle in high society would be uncertain.

"Are you saying Kong Xiaozhen made you do it?" Hao Jian asked with a smile, his suspicions already pointing to either Kong Xiaozhen or Liang Jiankun. But there was always a gap between suspicion and fact.

This way, Hao Jian wouldn't have to worry about falsely accusing anyone.

"Yes, yes, in fact, I have absolutely no grudge against you. It was only due to my friendship with him that I reluctantly did it at his request," Lin Yuanhui's attitude changed in an instant, even using honorifics. At this moment, he pinned all the blame on Kong Xiaozhen, considering he was already throwing his dignity to the wind.

Hao Jian propped his chin, appearing to be deep in thought as if considering how to deal with Kong Xiaozhen, the true manipulator behind the scenes.

"Mr. Hao Jian, this really isn't my fault," Lin Yuanhui spoke weakly, looking at Hao Jian with a pitiful expression.

"Are you begging me now?" Hao Jian turned his head, asking with a cold sneer. Even though Lin Yuanhui was not the initiator, he was an accomplice and couldn't be let off easily.

Lin Yuanhui nodded his head like pecking rice: "Yes, I am begging you."

"Since you are begging, you should show some sincerity. Kneel down!" Hao Jian pointed to the ground with a hand, his tone domineering and haughty.

"What?" Lin Yuanhui's face turned green instantaneously. To kneel in front of so many people, wasn't that too cruel? Wasn't this trampling him to death?

Lin Yuanhui was nearly in tears. He had been worried that Hao Jian would be too harsh on him, so he had tried to trample on himself first. But who knew that Hao Jian was unmoved and still wanted to trample on him.

"Begging requires kneeling to show your sincerity. What, don't you have any sincerity?" Hao Jian asked with a smile, but inside he was thinking: The early bird gets the worm, you fool. Dare to stand in my way? I'll make you cry without tears!

"No... it's not that." Lin Yuanhui forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Then why don't you kneel quickly?" Hao Jian rebuked impatiently.

Lin Yuanhui shuddered and then slowly knelt down, saying gruffly, "Mr. Hao Jian, forgive me this time. I won't dare anymore."

Hao Jian bent down and humiliatingly patted Lin Yuanhui's face: "Now tell me, who is the lowlife?"

"I am, I am the lowlife!" Lin Yuanhui said through clenched teeth, regretting why he had agreed to Kong Xiaozhen's request. If he had not agreed, he wouldn't have to kneel like a grandson in public now.

"You are a dog!"

"Yes, I am a dog!"

"You are a wretched dog!"

"I am a wretched dog!"

"Fuck, even more wretched than me!" Hao Jian said with a look of disdain. Then he gestured to Lin Yuanhui, "All right, bow three times and kowtow nine times to express your gratitude and then you can leave."

Bow three times and kowtow nine times? Lin Yuanhui was stunned. Was this wanting him to smash his head open?

But when he saw that mocking expression on Hao Jian's face, he knew that without kneeling, Hao Jian absolutely wouldn't stop.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuanhui, swallowing his pride, knelt down to kowtow.

"The sound is too light, lacks sincerity, do it again!"

"The sound is too loud, annoying to listen to, do it again!"

"The sound is neither loud nor light, lacks character, do it again!"

Lin Yuanhui completely broke down. His head bloody, he clung to Hao Jian's leg, crying without any pride: "Mr. Hao Jian, please spare me. I truly won't dare again; if I keep kowtowing like this, I'll die!"

He realized then, Hao Jian intended to torment him to death. Too light was no good, too heavy was no good, neither heavy nor light was no good; he guessed that by the time he satisfied Hao Jian, he would not be far from death.

"Ah, what are you doing? As a noble, how could you kneel to someone like me, a lowlife? Isn't this a laughing stock?" Hao Jian said, somewhat angrily.

"I am the lowlife! My mother a ***** gave birth to a beastly hybrid like me, my father sells his ass, I am the most wretched of lowlifes!" Lin Yuanhui wailed.

Everyone felt their scalp tingle, had Lin Yuanhui gone mad?

"You... Ah... How could you say such private things to me? But I like your honesty. Alright, we'll consider this matter settled," Hao Jian finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mr. Hao Jian... Thank you, Mr. Hao Jian..." Lin Yuanhui was tearfully grateful, so excited that he was almost ready to kneel and kiss Hao Jian's feet.

It was finally over. This demon had finally decided to calm down! Lin Yuanhui thought he must find a fortune teller to check if he was offending the Poria Cocos or had been cursed by a malicious star this year.

After dealing with Lin Yuanhui, Hao Jian still didn't plan to enter the venue. Instead, his gaze turned and fixed on two men and a woman who were slowly moving towards the outside.

Those three were the ones who had just insulted Hao Jian. Worried about Hao Jian's retaliation, they had planned to sneak away while Hao Jian was not paying attention, but Hao Jian had still noticed them.

"Where do you three think you're going?" Hao Jian asked with a cold laugh.

Instantly, the three of them tensed up, freezing on the spot, their faces ashen.

At this moment, everyone's gaze also converged on them.

Pointing at the two men and a woman, Hao Jian said to Lin Yuanhui, "Make them slap each other's faces a hundred times. They're not allowed to leave until the count is complete. If they slap too lightly, they're not allowed to leave. If you fail to do this, I'll make you continue to be wretched!"