"Ouch!" A scream of pain.
The middle-aged man's figure immediately flew backward, crashing directly onto the floor behind him.
The sudden noise attracted Han Haoran's attention in the room. He frowned slightly and looked displeased towards the direction of the door.
"Damn it, who is it! How dare you barge into Young Master Han's room? You guys are tired of living!" The middle-aged man who was sent flying touched his nose, looked down, and saw it was all blood. He roared angrily.
"Bang!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a man who had rushed into the room kicked him in the chest.
"Oww!"
Another howl of pain. The middle-aged man slid several meters across the smooth floor and his body slammed into the coffee table in the living room.
The middle-aged man was almost in so much pain that he fainted, and he no longer had the strength to speak.
"Ah!" The beauty sitting in Han Haoran's arms screamed in fright, her face turning pale.
Han Haoran's expression turned grim as he looked at the people who had barged in: "Who are you people? Do you know who I am?!"
He wasn't afraid, after all, his status was special. He didn't believe that anyone present dared to touch him.
At this moment, two figures walked in from outside.
The men who had broken into the room quickly made way: "Aren't you Han Haoran of the Han family?"
"You know who I am, yet you dare to bring people to barge into my room and hurt my man? I think you've got a death wish!" Han Haoran replied coldly, showing no fear.
"Hmph, coming to Jiangcheng to cause trouble and nearly killing my brother, you should be the one looking for death."
Hearing this, Han Haoran's brows furrowed, and he looked at the burly figure: "You are, Big Xiong?"
The one who arrived was none other than Chen Fan and Big Xiong, standing amidst the crowd.
"That's right, I am Big Xiong." Big Xiong did not hide his identity.
Han Haoran immediately burst into laughter: "Big Xiong? Hahaha, what? Are you here for revenge?"
"Why else?" Big Xiong retorted.
Han Haoran sneered: "Big Xiong, even if I gave you a hundred times the courage, you wouldn't dare to touch a single hair on my head. You're not qualified to act tough in front of me!"
"Kid, why are you so arrogant! Do you know that our Brother Xiong is the underground boss of Jiangcheng!" the man who had attacked earlier roared.
"So what if he's the underground boss? Do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are. My Brother Hu almost died. Even if you were the King of Hell himself, I'd kill you today!" the man said, pointing at Han Haoran emotionally.
Han Haoran sneered: "I am Han Haoran of the Han family in Sucheng. My godfather is Gui Shou, the underground boss of Sucheng, who was Jin Shiran of your Jiangcheng in the past. He has to show me respect. What are you guys? Kill me? Heh, I'll give you a chance. Come on, try it."
Han Haoran pointed at his own head, pushing it towards the man who was speaking.
The man had always been by Big Xiong and Little Hu's side. How could he not have heard of Sucheng's Gui Shou! That was a ruthless individual.
The man looked astonished. He hadn't expected Han Haoran to have such a background.
"You bunch of dogs, you dare to hit me? I'm telling you, Young Master Han will definitely avenge me!" The middle-aged man lying on the ground had also recovered and pointed at Chen Fan and the others fiercely.
"Heh, what? Scared to make a move now? Weren't you shouting so fiercely just now? Why are you backing down now?" Han Haoran looked at the man with utter disdain.
The man glared at Han Haoran, clenching his fists.
Big Xiong hadn't quite established himself in Jiangcheng yet. If he made such a powerful enemy now, it would undoubtedly bring him a lot of trouble. The man knew this very well.
Just then, Big Xiong took two steps forward.
Han Haoran sneered: "Big Xiong, if you want an apology, kneel down and kowtow to me, and this matter can be settled."
In his opinion, Big Xiong must have been intimidated by his background and was now intending to apologize and make peace.
At this moment, Han Haoran naturally wanted to make things difficult for Big Xiong.
"Bang!" However, as soon as Han Haoran finished speaking, Big Xiong raised his leg and kicked him directly in the abdomen.
"Oww!" A pig-like scream echoed through the presidential suite.
The immense force sent Han Haoran tumbling off the sofa and crashing heavily onto the floor.
A young master who had been pampered since childhood, when had he ever endured such a beating? He immediately grimaced in pain.
"Big Xiong, you dare to lay a hand on me?! I, my godfather will definitely not let you off!" Han Haoran endured the pain, crawled up from behind the sofa, and glared with furious eyes.
Big Xiong's expression remained calm: "Is that so? Since they won't let me off, then what do I have to worry about?"
Han Haoran's expression froze, and he was instantly dumbfounded.
Seeing Big Xiong walking towards him again, Han Haoran quickly said, "No, no, no, I, I didn't mean that. I meant, if you make another move, my godfather will definitely not let you off. How about, how about we just let this matter go? You kicked me once too, so you've had your fill of anger."
Han Haoran wasn't stupid. If it were as Big Xiong implied, he probably wouldn't be leaving this room alive today.
Big Xiong sneered: "Had your fill of anger? My brother almost died. Do you think this one kick can make up for it?"
Han Haoran argued, "What evidence do you have that I injured your brother? Big Xiong, even though you are the underground boss of Jiangcheng now, don't make baseless accusations."
Big Xiong waved his hand expressionlessly.
Immediately, two more burly men walked in from outside, dragging in a bruised and battered man.
"You recognize this person, don't you?" Big Xiong asked.
"Who is this? I don't know him." Han Haoran denied.
Big Xiong glanced at the bruised and battered man.
The man's face instantly filled with panic: "It's him, it was Young Master Han who told me to deal with that car."
After saying that, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Han Haoran's gaze.
Han Haoran glared at the man angrily. He knew he couldn't hide it anymore and immediately said, "Big Xiong, if your subordinate hadn't provoked me first at the bar and shown me no respect, why would I have found someone to deal with him? This is all his own fault."
"At worst, I'll compensate him some money, enough to ensure he has a comfortable life for the rest of his days. Let's just let this matter go."
Just as Big Xiong was about to get angry, Chen Fan, who had heard this, reached out and interrupted, asking, "How much are you planning to compensate?"
Han Haoran looked at Chen Fan, finding him somewhat familiar, but he didn't recognize Chen Fan as one of the people from the bar that day. However, seeing that Big Xiong seemed very respectful towards Chen Fan, he guessed that this young man's status was definitely not ordinary.
"One million?" Han Haoran ventured.
But seeing Big Xiong's cold expression, he extended five fingers: "Five million. I'll give him five million. You know, five million is enough for him to live comfortably for a lifetime!"
"Five million, alright, that's acceptable." Chen Fan nodded.
Immediately, Big Xiong and the others were stunned, looking at Chen Fan with confusion.
Hearing Chen Fan agree, Han Haoran was instantly relieved, a smile appearing on his face. He directly took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote out a five-million-dollar amount, and tossed it onto the sofa.