Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 901 - 900: Searching for Zheng Yuanjie

Parking the car in a supermarket lot outside the villa area, Hao Jian then carefully avoided the guards at the gate and the surveillance cameras as he quickly approached the villa where Zheng Yuanjie resided. But as he neared the villa, he noticed that there wasn't a single light on, leaving Hao Jian feeling a bit puzzled.

"Ssshhh…"

Scaling the villa wall, he entered the small courtyard, stepping carefully across the lawn. With a light push off the ground, his figure rose, landing silently on the second-floor balcony. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he peered through the glass inside to assess the situation…

No one?

The second-floor living room was completely empty—not even the slightest hint of a sound could be heard. Shifting his gaze slightly downward, he realized that the floor-to-ceiling window could be opened. Reaching out, he gave it a gentle push, slowly sliding it open. One step forward, and he was inside the villa.

Still no one?!

Once inside, Hao Jian opened several doors in succession, only to confirm that not a single soul was present. His eyes flickered uncertainly. It was already past one in the morning—by all logic, Zheng Yuanjie should have been back at the villa long ago. It didn't make sense for no one to be here...

Never mind, better check what Brother Spice Ginger thinks first!

Shaking his head lightly, Hao Jian cautiously erased any traces of his presence before leaping off the balcony into the expansive Night Color, disappearing without a trace.

"Spice Ginger, Zheng Yuanjie isn't at his villa. Can you help me track down his location?" Seated in his BMW, Hao Jian dialed Spice Ginger's number. His deep voice carried a subtle intensity as it traveled through the phone to reach the other end.

"That's simple—just leave it to Zhou to sort out. Boss, hold on a moment, I'll get him to check right now!" Spice Ginger was momentarily taken aback by Hao Jian's call. Hearing that Zheng Yuanjie was absent from his villa, his expression grew tinged with doubt as he promptly ended the call and rang up his contact.

"Brother Spice Ginger… it's so late already, and you're calling me? Can't a guy get some sleep around here…" Rudely awakened in the middle of the night, Zhou Yong grumbled in annoyance as he gently pushed the woman lying atop him aside. Rising groggily, he muttered his complaints under his breath.

"Haha, sorry, brother, I didn't mean to interrupt your lovely dreams, but Young Master Hao needs your help. He wants you to locate Zheng Yuanjie's current whereabouts ASAP—can you handle it?"

Disregarding Zhou Yong's complaining, Spice Ginger let out a dry laugh. After all, Hao Jian urgently needed the information, and time was of the essence. He was confident that just by invoking the name of Hao Jian, Zhou Yong would jump into action without delay.

After all, Zhou Yong owed Hao Jian a great deal of gratitude for mentoring him. Asking him to get out of bed and look something up was nothing—hell, even if Hao Jian wanted Zhou Yong to hack into the national security network, he'd probably do it without hesitation.

Hearing Spice Ginger's request, Zhou Yong's eyes snapped open as he gasped, "Young Master Hao's back from the Capital City?!"

At this, Spice Ginger could only offer a wry smile and respond, "That's right. He just got off the plane. He's discovered some clues and is currently investigating. He's waiting for your intel, so hurry up and take care of it!"

"Got it! Give me a minute! As long as he's using a phone, I can pinpoint his location!"

The news of Hao Jian's return bolstered Zhou Yong's energy. Without wasting a second, he powered on his computer—a lightning-fast six-second boot-up—and connected to the headquarters' main server. Downloading some data, he swiftly opened a program that projected what looked like a digital map onto his screen.

Studying the map intently, Zhou Yong announced aloud, "Zheng Yuanjie is at his company right now. He hasn't left since ten o'clock tonight. He should still be there. I'll send his location to you immediately—just forward it to Young Master Hao!"

"Got it!"

In under a minute, the task was complete. Spice Ginger couldn't help but marvel at the speed of modern tech. If he had to find this information using his own methods, it would have taken him at least half an hour. But in Zhou Yong's hands, the whole thing was resolved in less than 60 seconds.

"Ding!"

Just as he hung up, a text message arrived on Spice Ginger's phone. Quickly hitting the copy button, he forwarded the information directly to Hao Jian.

Watching as the words "Message Sent" displayed on his screen, Spice Ginger exhaled a small sigh of relief. Hopefully, this wouldn't delay Young Master Hao too much.

The reason for going through such a convoluted process to get the intel to Hao Jian boiled down to his habit of changing his phone number every time he traveled. Unless he was the one initiating contact, nobody ever knew which number he was currently using. The call Hao Jian had made to Spice Ginger left an encrypted record on his phone, ensuring that any subsequent communication followed the correct protocol.

Without Hao Jian's explicit permission, even Zhou Yong couldn't access his encrypted phone details. This is why the message had to go through Spice Ginger first before reaching Hao Jian directly.

"Not too far, just a few kilometers. He should still be inside."

Looking at the information on his phone, Hao Jian smirked faintly as he started the car. Flooring the gas pedal, the car shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.

"We're here…"

In just three minutes, Hao Jian arrived at the building where Zheng Yuanjie's company was located. Parking his car in a nearby lot, Hao Jian scaled the outer wall and evaded the security cameras with practiced ease, quickly making his way to Zheng Yuanjie's office floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, Hao Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. At the end of his line of sight was a sealed office, faintly emanating some peculiar noises. Moving cautiously, Hao Jian controlled even his breathing as he approached, taking care not to make the slightest sound that might alert whoever was inside.

Reaching the door, Hao Jian noticed it was slightly ajar. Extending a hand, he gently pushed it open a fraction, enough to survey the scene unfolding within.

The rhythmic sound of "slap-slap" filtered through the gap in the door. Shifting his focus, he spotted three figures inside—taking a closer look, it was a stocky, lecherous-looking middle-aged man and two young women, about twenty-five years old each.

What a gluttonous bastard this Fatty is…

Watching the scene, Hao Jian's lips curled into a sinister smile. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. Switching to video mode, he slowly placed the phone on the floor, angling it perfectly to capture everything happening through the crack in the door.

The trio inside remained blissfully unaware that they were being recorded, still engrossed in their sordid activities.

"Haha! My little darlings, keep it up! Promotions and wealth will be no problem at all!" Naturally, the Fatty was none other than Zheng Yuanjie.

Completely oblivious to the fact that his performance had been observed and recorded, he continued his charade, much to Hao Jian's advantage.