Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 464 : The 464th Masochist

"Slap!"

Rivettes slapped himself in the face again.

"Are you feeling the pain now?" Hao Jian asked Rivettes's lover again.

"Yes." Rivettes's lover, now learning his lesson, quickly nodded.

"You dare claim your heart aches without even shedding tears? You lie! Keep hitting!" Hao Jian ordered Rivettes.

"Hao Jian, don't go too far!" Rivettes, extremely aggrieved, his face turning the color of liver, cursed internally that the bastard was just toying with him.

But Hao Jian just sneered, "Are you going to hit or not? If you don't, I'm leaving."

"I'll hit!" Rivettes gritted his teeth and continued hitting his face!

Half an hour later, Rivettes's lover finally knelt before Hao Jian, weeping inconsolably, begging him to stop letting him hit himself, or else he would be disfigured!

By then, Rivettes's face was covered in scars, blood dripping down.

At that moment, Rivettes had confused himself, his mind foggy, repetitively hitting his face without needing Hao Jian's command.

"Good, it seems you finally feel the pain. Alright, I'll be magnanimous and forgive him. Tell him, tomorrow morning at seven, be on time at my hotel, or face the consequences!" Hao Jian then stood up, satisfied, and left.

"Rivettes, are you alright?" Rivettes's lover hurriedly rushed over, embracing Rivettes.

It was then that Rivettes came back to his senses, and without saying anything, he burst into tears first.

That's too fucking bullying!!

....

"Ah, harder, just like that, whip me fiercely!" In a club named "Misty Enchantress", an old man lay on the ground, calling out in pleasure.

"Ming Li'an, you wretched dog, come kneel and lick!" At this moment, a woman, acting as the Queen and holding a whip, harshly rebuked him, followed by the whip landing on Ming Li'an's body.

This was Ming Li'an's secret, and if Rivettes's secret was shocking, Ming Li'an's would disgrace the entire French government!

Being the head of the Capital police, to have such a peculiar fetish was simply a disgrace to the force!

That Rivettes was gay was nothing to be criticized about; after all, sexual orientation is a personal preference, and even the government has no right to interfere.

But SM, that's a fucking mental issue!

Yes, Ming Li'an had a masochistic tendency. Who would have thought that this authoritarian chief, who usually ordered people around, was a masochist in private?

"Slap!"

"Ah!"

By now, Ming Li'an's body bore over a dozen marks from the whip.

"Damn it, the bigger the forest, the more kinds of birds." Just then, a amazed voice sounded from within the scene.

"Who's there!?" Hearing this, Ming Li'an immediately jumped in fright, looking around vigilantly to locate the speaker.

It was then that Hao Jian, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, slowly emerged from behind the scenes, looking at Ming Li'an with a weird expression: "Chief Ming Li'an, what are you doing?"

"Is it you?" Seeing Hao Jian appear, Ming Li'an was immediately shocked, and even more so when he saw the DV in Hao Jian's hand.

"What's in that DV?" Ming Li'an pointed at Hao Jian's DV and asked.

Although Hao Jian didn't understand what he was saying, from his facial expression and the direction he was pointing, it was clear he was asking about the DV.

Hao Jian didn't answer, just pointed at Ming Li'an, then pointed at the stunned waitress behind him, and shyly covered his mouth, laughing softly.

Ming Li'an was dumbfounded, damn it, just answer the damn question, why the hell are you being shy?

But from Hao Jian's reaction, Ming Li'an could tell that Hao Jian had indeed filmed everything that had just happened. He walked quickly towards Hao Jian: "Give me the DV!"

"Haha..." Hao Jian let out a strange laugh, and Ming Li'an rolled back like a ball.

Hao Jian waved the DV in his hand: "Want to take it back, huh?"

"You actually attacked a police officer, I will sue you?" Ming Li'an said in French.

Hao Jian looked deeply at Ming Li'an, then sighed, and turned to leave: "Talking to you is pointless, I might as well upload it directly to the internet."

"Don't go, I understand Huaxia language!" Just then, the waitress who was engaged in passionate role-playing with Ming Li'an timidly spoke up.

Although her Huaxia language wasn't particularly standard, she at least understood it.

When she heard Hao Jian say he would upload the video online, she panicked immediately. She didn't care about Ming Li'an's wellbeing, but she still cared about her own reputation!

She had so many followers on her Twitter, if this got out, her Twitter would explode in minutes!

"Alright, tell him, 'Fuck his mother!'" Hao Jian said to the waitress.

The waitress was petrified on the spot. What... what kind of statement was that? Shouldn't Hao Jian have just stated his terms directly?

But that was just the kind of person Hao Jian was, embodying shamelessness and stupidity in one, transforming into the supreme jerk beyond words!

"Speak up, or I'm leaving!" Hao Jian said impatiently.

"No, no, no, I'll say it, I'll say it!" The waitress almost cried. How had she gotten involved with such a rascal? Quickly she translated Hao Jian's words to Ming Li'an.

Ming Li'an's face instantly turned furious, and he bared his teeth at Hao Jian, cursing loudly.

The waitress also accurately translated Ming Li'an's words to Hao Jian, which naturally involved offensive references to reproductive organs and female relatives of Hao Jian's family.

Hao Jian glared and said, "Tell him that I can curse him but he can't curse me, otherwise I'll upload the video of him groveling just now."

The waitress quickly translated this to Ming Li'an, who immediately toned down, opening his mouth several times as if to speak, then finally managed to say, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want my Shu Ya Group brand to successfully enter the Champs-Elysées!" Hao Jian revealed his intention.

Ming Li'an frowned, vetoing, "I can't do that; it's not under my control!"

He was a chief of police, not a committee member there; how could he possibly intervene in that matter?

"I don't believe that. Since you're the chief, you must know people there. As long as you speak up, they will somewhat respect you," Hao Jian disbelieved Ming Li'an's words. Working in the Capital, it was impossible for Ming Li'an not to know the committee members there.

"I can try to mediate, but I can't guarantee success. After all, the Champs-Elysées represents the face of France; they won't allow a stain to exist," Ming Li'an said troubled, admitting he indeed knew people there who would certainly give him face, but the weight of that face varied.

"I don't care, if you can't handle this, I will upload the video online. And then, hahaha..." Hao Jian laughed like Stephen Chow.

The waitress, seeing Hao Jian's expression, was also stunned. This Huaxia man, he laughs so damn cheekily!

Yet, she still faithfully translated to Ming Li'an, naturally omitting that spine-chilling, cheeky laugh.

"You can't do this; this is tantamount to extortion!" Ming Li'an shouted.

"So what? Now that I have leverage over you, I am the boss!" Hao Jian patted his chest proudly and said, "You old fool, if you don't obey, I can strip you of your official hat in minutes! If I didn't do this, you'd think I was just farting in prison!"

Hao Jian had said he would bankrupt Rivettes and make Ming Li'an lose his official position, so now he had come.

"Fine, I will definitely solve this problem for you!" Ming Li'an had no choice but to compromise with Hao Jian.

If he didn't compromise, by tomorrow he would be headline news, and certainly, the French authorities would dismiss him over this issue.

Ming Li'an didn't want that day to come, now feeling so frustrated he was nearly crying, regretting why he had ever agreed to provoke Hao Jian on behalf of Rivettes.

This guy was trouble. Once involved with him, you were doomed for sure.

"Ming Li'an really is a sensible person." Hao Jian patted Ming Li'an's shoulder gravely, showing a face that said, "I really admire you."

The waitress was somewhat dizzy by now. Was this guy a demon?

"When will you return the DV to me?" Ming Li'an asked Hao Jian, now only concerned about his privacy.

"That naturally has to wait until after the matter is settled." Hao Jian said with a smile, "How can I possibly return it to you before the matter is resolved? Really, what if you trick me?"

"What does 'trick me' mean?" Ming Li'an asked, confused.

"It means... um, 'fuck your mom,'" Hao Jian said, nodding with a smile.

"Oh... but why would you curse at me?"

"Don't worry about those details; the important thing is that we have reached an agreement, right?"

"Well, okay..." Ming Li'an nodded helplessly. At this point, whatever Hao Jian said went, though he was angry about Hao Jian cursing at him, he dared not retaliate.

"That's being a good boy."

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