Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 336 Li He

But why would the braided man bother with Wang Mingzhe? He just forgot about it as soon as he turned around.

"How many days has it been?" Hao Jian asked, frowning.

"Today is already the seventh day!" the person replied.

"Why didn’t you report to the police?" Jiang Yutong asked, puzzled.

Hearing this, the thieves looked at each other, their expressions odd.

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"What’s the matter?" Jiang Yutong didn’t understand why these people wore such expressions. Had she said something wrong?

"Sister, they’re all thieves, you’re asking them to go to the police, isn’t that like walking into a trap?" Hao Jian said, unable to suppress a laugh.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yutong also suddenly realized, remembering that these people were thieves.

"Do you know this Spice Ginger Twelve?" Hao Jian couldn’t help but ask Brother Spice Ginger, who knew more people and shortcuts in Hua City than he did.

Brother Spice Ginger nodded and said, "This Spice Ginger Twelve comes from a wealthy family, far richer than the guy you fought before. His real name is Li He, and he often races cars around the fifth ring. We can find him there."

"Good, let’s go now," Hao Jian said flatly, eager to find out whether Wang Mingzhe was dead or alive.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yutong was also sweating profusely, growing increasingly uneasy.

"Listen to me, I don’t want to see you in this godforsaken place again. I’ll have someone watch you guys, and if you dare to engage in sneaky activities in Hua City, don’t blame me for being ruthless!" Hao Jian said coldly, watching the thieves.

Hearing this, the thieves shuddered, with the braided man’s predicament visible to all. They dared not defy Hao Jian, all nodding in agreement.

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At the same time, on an unregulated road within the fifth ring, several supercars sped past.

At this moment, a handsome man with coffee-colored hair and sunglasses stood by the road smoking and chatting with someone.

"Hey Twelve, I heard that guy surnamed Song got beaten up today," someone mentioned the man in the suit.

"Oh? Who has such capability?" Li He, rubbing his coffee-colored hair, also asked curiously. The man in the suit was known as the Little Prince of the fifth ring, and he was known as Spice Ginger Twelve; it was clear that both were almost equal in terms of family wealth and driving skill.

Because Li He and the man in the suit were rivals, hearing that his opponent had been taken down naturally made Li He happy.

"It’s that Hao Jian!" the man said, his expression somewhat fearful.

"Hao Jian? The one who beat Kong Xiaozhen and Liang Jiankun?" Li He asked, surprised, his eyes filled with respect.

Clearly, he admired Hao Jian. The reason was simple: Hao Jian had, as an unknown nobody, completely subdued Kong Xiaozhen these two elites without them being able to fight back. That was precisely why Li He idolized him.

In the eyes of these young masters, Kong Xiaozhen and Liang Jiankun were invincible. Even those from powerful families didn’t dare provoke them, yet Hao Jian, with no background at all, made them continually suffer defeats.

"How did he offend Hao Jian?" As soon as Li He heard that this matter involved Hao Jian, he suddenly became interested.

So the man told Li He all about the incident that had occurred earlier. After listening, Li He couldn’t help but applaud, exclaiming, "One man overpowering a dozen families, that’s what a real man does!"

"Find a way to get me Hao Jian’s contact information," Li He said, his expression excited.

"All right! Leave it to me."

Just then, a lackey came up and said to Li He, "Brother Li, a group of people want to see you. They say they’re Wang Mingzhe’s family."

"Wang Mingzhe’s family? Huh." Li He scoffed, "I thought nobody really cared whether that kid was dead or alive!"

Li He’s expression turned cold. He was angry because Wang Mingzhe had disrespected him not once, but twice. He wasn’t unreasonable. Wang Mingzhe knew she was his girlfriend and still slept with her, which was disrespectful. He had beaten Wang Mingzhe, and that was well deserved.

Originally, Li He wasn’t going to pursue the matter any further. After all, he wasn’t very fond of the girl—girlfriends were just playthings to him, not something he took to heart.

But the problem was that, after everything, Wang Mingzhe had even scratched his car. That scratch alone had cost him hundreds of thousands of dollars. To Li He, a few hundred thousand wasn’t much, but what he couldn’t stand was the loss of face.

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"Let them come!" Li He flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, his face grim.

Before long, Hao Jian and others were brought up. Jiang Yutong immediately asked, "Where’s my brother? What have you done to him?"

But Li He just coldly smiled at Jiang Yutong, not uttering a word, for in his eyes, Jiang Yutong simply wasn’t worthy of talking to him, being not the main person in charge.

"You." Seeing Li He act this way, Jiang Yutong couldn’t help feeling annoyed.

"Don’t worry, one thing at a time," Hao Jian said, asking her to step back a few steps before smiling at Li He, "So you are Spice Ginger Twelve, Li He, right?"

"Yes, you’re here for Wang Mingzhe?" Li He smirked at Hao Jian.

"Yes, what will it take for you to release him?" Hao Jian nodded with a smile, knowing the situation wouldn’t be easy to resolve. Since he was on Li He’s turf, and since they were in the wrong, he had to follow Li He’s arrangements.

"Release him? You should know he scratched my car, right?"

"I know. Name your price," Hao Jian also knew there was no easy way out now that the car had been scratched; compensation was the only option.

"Five hundred thousand!" Li He didn’t beat around the bush and directly named his price.

"Five hundred thousand, are you trying to rob us?" Jiang Yutong was shocked. How could Li He just throw out such a figure?

"You know nothing, you twit. My boss’s car is the latest model Lamborghini. Do you know how much that costs? Ten million! The paint used on the body isn’t available domestically. We have to send the car back to Germany for repairs.

Do you have any idea how much just the damn shipping costs?" a heavily tattooed enforcer scoffed.

Jiang Yutong was stunned, speechless for a moment. Wang Mingzhe had actually scratched a car worth tens of millions—that took some nerve!

"Fine, five hundred thousand, I’ll pay!" Hao Jian was straightforward. Making a mistake and compensating for it was only right.