Supremely Talented Tyrant

762: Chapter 761: Said I Won’t Save You, So I Won’t Save You!

762 -761: Said I Won’t Save You, So I Won’t Save You!

As Hao Jian prepared the unimaginably complex “Spectrum of Lights” cocktail, the bar immediately surged with a new high of excitement.

Returning to Zhao Yating’s side, Hao Jian’s heart trembled as he looked into her glowing eyes, feeling like a lamb being watched by a hungry wolf…

He asked with a forced laugh, “How was it?

My bartending skills are pretty good, right?”

“Hmm, they’re passable.”

At her words, Zhao Yating’s eyes darted around before she cleared her throat and adopted an expert’s pose, seriously offering her critique.

“Just passable?

Are you trying to renege?” Hao Jian said with a sly smile.

“I…I didn’t say I would reward you for anything,” Zhao Yating replied, lowering her head guiltily.

“But I helped you out with the trouble Zhao Fan was causing, don’t you think you should give me something in return?” Hao Jian said, his hand propping up Zhao Yating’s chin.

Although he wouldn’t really take advantage of Zhao Yating, teasing her was still fair game.

“Even if I did, would you dare to accept it?” Zhao Yating challenged, looking at Hao Jian defiantly.

“Wow, you dare to look down on me!” Hao Jian instantly felt embarrassed and annoyed, and his hand reached towards Zhao Yating’s waist.

“This jerk!”

Meanwhile, after the performance, Zhao Fan had intended to calm his mind alone, but unexpectedly, he saw Hao Jian and her being affectionate not far away!

His heart instantly filled with rage, but the next moment, he deflated, realizing that all his pride had been completely undermined by Hao Jian.

He couldn’t think of any way to deal with Hao Jian to get him away from Zhao Yating, but he was very reluctant!

Despite the lack of a declared winner in the bartending competition, everyone saw the gap between him and Hao Jian.

“Do I really have to give up on Yating?”

Looking at Zhao Yating, who was shy but unresisting not far away, Zhao Fan’s face was enveloped in complexity, his mood heavy.

Zhao Yating had never shown such a smile when they used to hang out, but now she was frequently smiling at a scruffy, unfamiliar man…

Who was this man?

With such skills, why did he still look scruffy?

During the cocktail mixing, Hao Jian’s dedication to bartending was evident; he even instinctively rolled up his sleeves to prevent dust from contaminating the drink and affecting its taste.

He had to admit, the things Hao Jian did were beyond his abilities, after all, he had only learned a few basic bartending techniques at a bar.

His reason for showing off this time was merely to humiliate Hao Jian, but to his surprise, Hao Jian also knew how to mix drinks, and the drinks he made were not something ordinary people could concoct.

“Spectrum of Lights,” though Zhao Fan had never heard of it, he had heard from his mentor that real bartenders are those filled with genuine passion for mixology, not just viewing it as a profession, a tool for making money.

They would spend a lot of time and effort trying new recipes and methods, and some would even take risks, just like Hao Jian, who had set the whiskey aflame on the shaker’s outer wall.

His mentor greatly admired such crazy actions.

Finally, Zhao Fan realized what drink Hao Jian had made as he looked at the “Spectrum of Lights” quietly lying on the bar, with no one touching it.

His eyes were complex as he looked down at his own “Seven-Color Rainbow” cup, feeling suddenly upset.

Instinctively, he picked up the glass, and the ounce of drink directly went down his throat…

“Terrible!”

The moment the drink hit his stomach, Zhao Fan’s face drastically changed, and he internally screamed in alarm, but it was too late, he had already drunk it…

“Bang!”

Instantly, his body reacted, and Zhao Fan fell directly to the floor with his eyes wide open and his body convulsing, as if he were having a seizure.

“What’s happening?!”

The noise at the bar had caught people’s attention, and they immediately shifted their gaze.

Normally, a bar is quite noisy, and any loud disturbances are easily drowned out by electronic music or various rock songs.

However, there is always a small, quiet spot in every bar.

This place is the bar area, which, although not completely silent, is much quieter than places like the dance floor.

Now that there was a commotion by the bar, people instinctively turned their attention there, only to find the area in complete disarray, with all tables and chairs toppled over.

When they saw that Zhao Fan was the culprit, their faces instantly changed.

“Young Master Fan!”

Seeing Zhao Fan suddenly fall ill in a bar, Li Ming’s face also suddenly changed, and he ran over to Zhao Fan, his complexion turning ugly at the sight of him.

“Didn’t I tell you?

You can’t drink alcohol at bars!

Which of those drinks was mixed with rum!” Li Ming was quite infuriated inside, but also somewhat regretful; regretting that he had mingled with other people at such a time instead of protecting Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan had a history of being allergic to rum; yet, he had come to the bar for a birthday party.

Li Ming had earnestly advised Zhao Fan not to touch any alcohol.

However, Li Ming had only left for a moment, and Zhao Fan had drunk alcohol, and it was even mixed by Zhao Fan himself!

It was rum in there!

How could he not know?!

“This…”

The disturbance at the bar had also reached Hao Jian’s side, and Zhao Yating, seeing her older brother had fallen down, immediately became uneasy.

She looked up at Hao Jian and asked, “Hao Jian, is there any way to save him… I’m afraid by the time the ambulance arrives, it’ll be too late…”

“What, you still want to save him?” However, when Hao Jian heard this, he got playful, reached out a hand, brushed Zhao Yating’s nose, and chuckled.

“He… he’s my brother, and he is also quite esteemed within the family.

He’s not usually like this; it’s just because of my issues…”

“Enough already!”

Seeing Zhao Yating’s almost tearful expression, Hao Jian couldn’t help but smile bitterly with resignation, “There are indeed plenty of ways to save him…”

Zhao Yating’s face immediately brightened upon hearing Hao Jian’s words, but before she could ask Hao Jian for help, an angry shout came through.

“Then why the hell aren’t you over here yet?!” Li Ming roared.

Hao Jian’s brows furrowed immediately, and he soon let out a cold laugh, “Why should I save him?”

Displeased by Li Ming’s attitude, Hao Jian scoffed audibly, while Zhao Yating, seeing this, did not speak further.

If it had been her who spoke, Hao Jian might have gone to save Zhao Fan, but now that Li Ming had intervened, what followed would depend on Hao Jian’s mood.

But in the present situation, given Hao Jian’s character, it seemed unlikely he would help.

“If it weren’t for you, how could Young Master Fan have been driven to confusion and drunk the alcohol?!” Li Ming was anxious, but on the surface, he couldn’t lose face.

He glared at Hao Jian, shouted in a low voice, “All of this is because of you, you bastard!

Otherwise, Young Master Fan would never have ended up like this!

And now you, as the instigator, dare to stand by and watch him die?!”

Li Ming’s words were particularly offensive to hear, but nobody present said anything.

After all, it was a rush to save a master.

Moreover, it was best not to get involved in such matters.

Zhao Fan’s status prevented them from meddling carelessly, while Zhao Yating was by Hao Jian’s side.

One was a respected member of the Zhao family, and the other, the Zhao family’s young miss—both key figures in an apparent family feud.

They dared not involve themselves any further, for if they were targeted, even nine lives wouldn’t be enough!

“I said I won’t save him, and I won’t.

Remember this, your master will die because of you.”

Seeing Li Ming like a mad dog, Hao Jian sneered, no longer responding to him.

The words that guy had previously said to him were still fresh in his mind, and he hadn’t even apologized yet!

That was the main reason!

Hao Jian was not the type to be bullied and do nothing about it.

Others might fear the Zhao family, but Hao Jian had never been afraid.

The Murong family of the Capital City had been subdued by him, not daring to utter a word; could the Zhao family compare to the Murong family?!

If it weren’t for the face of Ms.

Yating, Hao Jian would probably have thrown him and Zhao Fan into the river to feed the fish long ago, not bothering to waste time chattering here.

Hao Jian was utterly disdainful in his heart; he had seen plenty like this, but someone who, when their master was in danger, still threatened those who could save their master, was a first for him.

“You… you bastard!

I, Li Ming, am telling you!

If you don’t save him, believe it or not, I can make it so you never walk out of here again, and that’s forever!”

Seeing Hao Jian’s indifferent attitude, Li Ming’s fury intensified, the anger in his eyes blazing as he glared at Hao Jian, his restrained roar spilling from his mouth.

“Oh?

Asking for help didn’t work, so now you resort to threats?”

Hao Jian turned around, looked coldly at Li Ming, and then scoffed coldly, “Let me tell you this, even if it were a contest of death, it would still be your master who dies first.

My life is tougher than a cockroach’s!

Just scared that by the time your master dies, I’ll still be jumping around alive!”

“With underlings who speak without thinking like you, I think Zhao Fan has misjudged people.

He’s on his deathbed, yet his dog is still frantically biting people outside.

He’s been killed by his own dog!”

The corners of Hao Jian’s mouth curled up in a mocking smile, his sneering words flying through the air and landing in the ears of those inside.