Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 902 - 901: I am Hao Jian

"Phew! That feels good!"

It was finally sorted. Zheng Yuanjie let out a deep breath, looking at the two female subordinates sprawled over him. He reached out to slap their buttocks and laughed heartily, saying, "Not bad, not bad! You really drained me dry tonight!"

Obscene laughter spilled from Zheng Yuanjie's mouth. The two female subordinates also gave him sultry smiles, exchanging a glance before reaching out to him again—but just then...

"Clap! Clap!"

"Haha! Thanks, President Zheng, for letting me catch quite the show. Although, let's be honest, the male lead's stamina fell somewhat short—it's already over so quickly..."

A sudden, light clapping echoed from behind the door. Right after, with a loud bang, the door was abruptly pushed open by Hao Jian. In the next instant, two sharp screams rang out inside the office. The two naked women, faces filled with panic, hastily grabbed their clothes to cover their private parts, though the alluring scenery of their exposed bodies was utterly unstoppable...

"Who are you?! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Upon seeing the man at the doorway, Zheng Yuanjie's expression shifted dramatically, but he quickly composed himself, grabbing some clothes to shield his private parts while glaring furiously at Hao Jian and snapping in a low voice.

At the same time, his hand discreetly reached behind him toward the desk, where his phone was lying silently.

Closer… closer!

As his palm inched closer to the phone, Zheng Yuanjie's face remained full of anger, deliberately trying to distract Hao Jian. Meanwhile, the two female subordinates hiding in the corner stayed silent, their faces full of expectation after noticing Zheng Yuanjie's actions.

They knew that downstairs there was a security guard station—an area where the guards regularly resided. As long as Zheng Yuanjie managed to send out a message, it would only take ten seconds for the guards to arrive and resolve the situation with this unwelcome intruder.

"Heh, if you're planning to reach for that phone, I can guarantee that this little video of mine will be headlining every major platform by tomorrow morning..." Hao Jian chuckled lightly at Zheng Yuanjie's sneaky maneuver before casually pulling out his own phone. He unlocked it to reveal a video he had just recorded and then turned the screen toward Zheng Yuanjie, his tone strangely calm.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~"

With the video playing, the sounds and images on-screen struck Zheng Yuanjie like a hammer. The footage showed his repulsive encounter with those two female subordinates—the very scene he wished could remain buried. With his outstretched right hand just barely a centimeter away from the phone, his movements froze abruptly, entirely motionless.

"You... you better delete that video right now!"

Moments earlier, Zheng Yuanjie had been radiating fury, but after seeing the video in Hao Jian's possession, his complexion turned ghostly pale. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, yet he dared not wipe it away.

He knew—if that video went online, his life and career would be utterly ruined. He couldn't risk offending Hao Jian now, not even slightly.

"Delete it? Do you think you're entitled to make demands like that?" Hao Jian sneered, his gaze fixed on Zheng Yuanjie, before his expression turned icily cold. With piercing eyes, he stared at him: "You and Ye Wenying conspired against me, forcing me into a confrontation with that old bastard Dong Aiguo… and I haven't even settled the score with you yet. Honestly, I was considering just killing you outright, but now? I've changed my mind."

Hao Jian broke out into a sinister smile, saying, "I've decided that before I kill you, I'll make sure this video spreads far and wide. Let the world witness your disgrace, and then, without me even laying a finger further, the people above you—wanting to guard their reputations—will see to it that you're done for."

"You… you're Hao Jian?!" Zheng Yuanjie was horrified. So this was the infamous Hao Jian.

With a derisive snort, Hao Jian suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Yuanjie. He grabbed his neck with an iron grip, and, with sheer physical strength, lifted him into mid-air.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!"

When his neck was seized, Zheng Yuanjie's face twisted in shock as an overwhelming sense of choking washed over him. His terrified eyes locked onto Hao Jian.

"Correct, I'm Hao Jian. The enemy you intended to harm. Shouldn't you at least familiarize yourself with the appearance of the one you're plotting against? Honestly, your lack of respect here—it makes me angry. Do you understand how much that irritates me?"

Hao Jian smiled lightly, his expression warm, as if talking with an old friend rather than confronting an enemy. Yet beneath that warmth, a subtle taste of blood lingered.

As time ticked by, Hao Jian's grip began tightening slowly, the suffocating sensation growing stronger. Zheng Yuanjie's right hand could no longer hold onto the clothes shielding his private areas. The garment tumbled away, exposing everything for the room to see.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you, all worked up over that measly little… Golden Needle mushroom. You're actually trying to hide it? Honestly, if you'd left it uncovered, I might have just thought it was an oddly misplaced fungal growth."

With a brief, disdainful glance, Hao Jian's face broke into mockery. His scornful words reached Zheng Yuanjie's ears as the man teetered on the verge of passing out. Hearing that ridicule, Zheng Yuanjie's eyes snapped open, glaring furiously at Hao Jian. He wanted to speak, but even the act of opening his mouth was a struggle now.

He knew it wasn't as Hao Jian described—just an intentional humiliation to belittle him. He wanted to fight back, but in this moment, he was nothing but a lamb awaiting slaughter, unable to escape his fate.

"You two better not move a muscle. Otherwise, I won't guarantee your safety." Planning on taunting Zheng Yuanjie a bit longer, Hao Jian's eyes suddenly gleamed. Shifting his gaze to the corner of the room, he locked onto the two women. His icy tone carried an edge of lethal intent...

"…"

Caught by Hao Jian's sharp eye, the two women's faces paled instantly. Instinctively, they had been about to say something, but in the next second, Hao Jian's killing intent enveloped them, leaving them trembling. Their bodies shuddered so violently that they nearly fainted from fear.

"Haha, now let's discuss our terms, shall we?" Hao Jian's grip relaxed. Casually, he tossed Zheng Yuanjie onto a nearby sofa. With a wave of his left hand, the abandoned clothes on the floor were swept onto Zheng Yuanjie's body, landing precisely over his exposed area.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Finally freed from that terrifying choking sensation, Zheng Yuanjie gasped for air desperately, no longer caring about his dignity. He didn't even bother getting dressed as he breathed heavily, looking fearfully at Hao Jian, who stood calm and composed in the room. His eyes betrayed incomprehensible dread.

Just moments earlier, when Hao Jian had grabbed him, Zheng Yuanjie had thought he was going to die. Under Hao Jian's verbal abuse, he had even resigned himself to death. But as he braced for the end, relief came unexpectedly—the tightening grip released, and heavenly air poured into his lungs.

"You… you're a Demon!"

"Thank you. You're not the first to call me that, and I doubt you'll be the last." Hao Jian responded to the horrified exclamation with a faint smile. He had grown accustomed to people fearing him over the years, so this interaction barely fazed him. Besides, Zheng Yuanjie was responsible for harming not just him but also his brothers.

If Hao Jian hadn't determined that Zheng Yuanjie still held some utility for him, he would've killed him outright upon walking into the room.

The only reason he spared him now was to take Zheng Yuanjie to Dong Aiguo, reveal the truth, and clear his own name.

"Don't try any tricks, or I promise you won't enjoy the outcome." Hao Jian's frosty gaze locked onto Zheng Yuanjie, his tone brimming with icy menace. "Since you know my identity, you should also understand why I'm here."

"It's… it's about Li He, isn't it?"

Still rattled from nearly choking to death, Zheng Yuanjie hesitated but finally spoke, his face full of lingering fear.

"Half and half. What I want is for you to go to Dong Aiguo, clarify this entire matter, and expose your collaboration with Ye Wenying." Hao Jian gave Zheng Yuanjie a sidelong glance, his voice calm as he spoke. Meanwhile, faint Qi Force swirled gently in Hao Jian's palm.

"No… no… absolutely not!"

Without hesitation, Zheng Yuanjie rejected Hao Jian's demand. If he confessed everything to Dong Aiguo, it would mean certain death for himself!

"Heh, if you refuse, then I'll simply upload this video online and see how long you last as a so-called 'internet celebrity.'" Hao Jian's face darkened at Zheng Yuanjie's defiance. His gaze grew sharp as he pointed at the phone in his hand.

"Let's see whether you can keep your position as a high-ranking official after that. After all, having an affair with your subordinates, coupled with undeniable evidence, is a massive scandal in the political field. I guarantee you'll be buried under waves of public condemnation before the day is over. And those who supported and elevated you to this position? To protect themselves, I doubt they'd let you off the hook either..."

"You… you can't do this!"

Hao Jian's words completely stunned Zheng Yuanjie, draining the color from his face. His greatest fear was Hao Jian posting that video online.

If he went to Dong Aiguo, his death would be swift. But if Hao Jian followed through, it would mean total disgrace. Even in death, he'd be left with nothing—just widespread scorn. Posthumous ridicule would stain even his family's reputation, leaving them vulnerable to unchecked retaliation from his past enemies.

"Heh, if you agree to my terms, I promise to vouch for you in front of Dong Aiguo later. Whether you believe me is up to you, but you're welcome to take the other route instead."