Chapter 83: Don't Blame Me for Showing No Mercy

As soon as Qian Youwei finished speaking, the beautiful secretary beside him immediately followed up, “Mr. Jiang, I am Qian’s secretary, Lu Yanling. Let me warn you: you’d best obey my young master’s orders. That way, at least you’ll remain unharmed. As for your car, the Qian family will compensate you.”

The two burly bodyguards at Qian Youwei’s side also leered menacingly at Jiang Hao.

Inside the car, Bai Tianyu was growing anxious.

She realized she might have gone too far with her impulsiveness.

What if Qian Youwei actually lost control, threw caution to the wind, and ordered his bodyguards to attack Jiang Hao? Would Jiang Hao be able to handle them?

Regret began to creep in. She quickly said, “Forget it, Jiang Hao. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this... I’ll get out and go with him now. This has nothing to do with you anymore, please don’t get involved.”

Bai Tianyu thought Jiang Hao would immediately back down after her words.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hao suddenly turned his head, glared at her, and shouted, “Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak?”

Bai Tianyu trembled, instantly silenced.

Jiang Hao then turned his icy gaze to Qian Youwei.

“Young master of the Qian family, truth be told, I’ve tolerated you long enough. Don’t force my hand.”

Qian Youwei shrugged indifferently, a mocking smile on his face. “Then don’t tolerate me! Come on, show me what you’ve got, Jiang Hao. I’d love to see what you’re capable of.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two bodyguards, gripping their batons, strode up to Jiang Hao.

Both stood well over six feet tall, towering over Jiang Hao like twin sentinels.

With these two at his side, Qian Youwei was completely at ease, even looking smug.

“Go on, do it! Didn’t you say you’d take half my life? Haven’t you had enough of me? Come on, hit me, I dare you...”

Qian Youwei laughed uproariously, utterly brazen.

“Very well. Since you insist, don’t blame me for being merciless.”

With that, Jiang Hao slowly raised his right hand.

On his right hand, he wore a black glove, inside which was stored a deadly extract of Corpse-Scented Blood Lotus!

Under Bai Tianyu’s confused gaze and the mocking eyes of Qian Youwei and his bodyguards, Jiang Hao snapped his fingers.

Three seconds passed. Nothing happened.

Qian Youwei froze for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, clutching his stomach as if he might split in two, tears and snot streaming from his face.

“I’m convinced, really, I am! I’ve never admired anyone in my life until now. Jiang Hao, do you think you’re Thanos? Snap your fingers and I’ll drop dead? You’re hilarious, really!”

Still laughing, Qian Youwei pulled out his wallet, tossed a few bills at Jiang Hao’s feet, and said, “Here’s some money. Take it and check yourself into a mental hospital. I think your delusions are terminal!”

But just as the words left his mouth, one of the bodyguards suddenly collapsed to the ground with a dull thud!

With no warning whatsoever, he simply dropped!

“He’s the first,” Jiang Hao said coolly, snapping his fingers a second time.

With that sound, the other bodyguard dropped just as suddenly, his fate uncertain.

“He’s the second,” Jiang Hao announced, smiling as he looked at Qian Youwei. “You’ll be the third.”

As soon as he finished, Jiang Hao raised his right hand again, ready to snap a third time.

At that moment, the beautiful secretary, Lu Yanling, went deathly pale and screamed in terror.

Bai Tianyu, inside the car, was also shaken, stunned by the power of Jiang Hao’s finger snap.

One snap, and someone fell. What could this mean? Could Jiang Hao really possess some inexplicable superpower?

“Who... who are you?” Qian Youwei stammered.

Fear had taken hold; he was trembling violently, his entire body shaking.

“I’m the one here to claim your life,” Jiang Hao replied with a gentle smile.

Although there was nothing fierce about Jiang Hao’s expression—if anything, he looked polite and refined—in Qian Youwei’s eyes, it was the smile of a devil.

“I... I was wrong... Please, let me go... I promise I won’t oppose you again...”

Qian Youwei’s voice shook uncontrollably, and as he spoke, he stumbled backward in panic.

But his foot caught on a stone, and he slipped, falling heavily to the ground. The terror overwhelmed him, and a stream of urine trickled down his pants, filling the air with a sharp stench.

The once high and mighty young master of the Qian family had wet himself in terror!

“How utterly pathetic,” Jiang Hao sneered.

Looking at Qian Youwei now, cowering like a stray dog, all his former arrogance had vanished completely. Now, he truly looked like nothing more than a whipped cur.

“Please, spare me... I beg you... I’ll never dare to cross you again... I was wrong...” Qian Youwei sat on the ground, sobbing like a three-year-old.

But Jiang Hao showed no mercy.

Snap!

At the third snap of Jiang Hao’s fingers, Qian Youwei stiffened, then toppled over rigidly to the ground.

Lu Yanling, the beautiful secretary, was so terrified her face contorted in fear.

“Don’t kill me... please don’t kill me... I meant no offense... I’m just his secretary—I had to follow orders...”

She wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Jiang Hao lowered his right hand and said coolly, “I didn’t kill them. They simply fainted. If you don’t believe me, check if they’re still breathing.”

Lu Yanling hurried over, checking the noses of Qian Youwei and the two bodyguards.

Finding them all still breathing, she finally regained some composure.

“I’ll leave these three to you. Go back and contact your family. If they want Qian Youwei and the bodyguards to wake up, they’ll have to come to me and apologize. Only I can bring them back.”

With that, Jiang Hao opened the car door and got in.

Wasting no time, he turned the key and floored the accelerator. The battered Bugatti Veyron, looking nothing like its former self, shot forward like a wild beast, racing toward the villas in the eastern suburbs.

Leaving the bustling city behind, the world grew quiet.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy with silence.

After a long while, Bai Tianyu finally ventured timidly, “Jiang Hao, do you have superpowers?”

“That wasn’t a superpower. When I snapped my fingers, I was actually administering poison. The kind I use is colorless, tasteless, and undetectable by any medical instrument. Even if they wanted to accuse me of poisoning them, they’d have no proof.”

Jiang Hao explained calmly.