Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 912 - 911: Consider Yourself Lucky

Secretary Zhang's appearance, along with the video evidence he brought, completely shattered all of Ye Wenying's plans, leaving her with no room to resist Dong Aiguo in his fury.

Given the solid evidence this time, even the Ye Family wanting to rescue Ye Wenying seemed nearly impossible. Moreover, even if they wanted to try, Dong Aiguo would never agree, as Ye Wenying was the primary culprit behind his son's death.

Hao Jian's side had the backing of a minister, and under the current circumstances, he had no opportunity to mess with Hao Jian. Since he couldn't target Hao Jian, all his anger could only be vented onto Ye Wenying. As for Hao Jian, he'd have to wait for another chance in the future to deal with him!

And now, Ye Wenying, the mastermind behind this entire ordeal, had become his outlet for rage. If she were rescued now, how could he face his deceased son?

Thus, no matter what methods the Ye Family used, rescuing Ye Wenying from Dong Aiguo's hands was utterly impossible.

As a result, under Dong Aiguo's manipulation, Ye Wenying's case was finalized. Ye Wenying was sentenced to death, with a two-year reprieve, and was subsequently thrown into prison.

Although the Ye Family managed to secure the two-year reprieve for her, if Ye Wenying could behave well, she might still have a chance to get out. However, two years would be long enough. Dong Aiguo didn't care one bit, as within those two years, he believed it was enough time to ensure Ye Wenying met her end.

Two days later, Hao Jian left the prison under Secretary Zhang's guidance. Looking at the prison that had confined him for several days, Hao Jian couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

Though he'd been in quite a few prisons before, and even escaped from some, he had never experienced being released so quickly like this.

"Alright, this time you're lucky. That Awen kept his promise and handed over the video evidence to me. Otherwise, Dong Aiguo definitely wouldn't have let you off so easily."

Secretary Zhang reached out to pat Hao Jian's shoulder, smiling faintly.

"Do you think I wouldn't be able to handle Dong Aiguo?" Suddenly, Hao Jian turned his head, his eyes fixed on Secretary Zhang, then burst out laughing, saying, "If you looked at these problems from my perspective, you'd realize that none of them are really problems for me!"

"Because I know that old guy won't—and doesn't dare—to abandon me. So, Dong Aiguo absolutely can't kill me!"

"You're quite optimistic!"

Hearing that, Secretary Zhang was left speechless. He could only chuckle and say, "Indeed, the minister values you highly. He said you possess the skills of an emperor, capable of taking on thousands single-handedly—you must be groomed properly."

"Haha, no more talk, no more talk. I haven't been home for days; I bet those folks are anxiously waiting for me!" Seeing Secretary Zhang wanting to speak further, Hao Jian quickly waved his hand, then got into a nearby car. Smiling, he said to Secretary Zhang, "Secretary Zhang, thanks a lot this time. Just have the driver take me to the airport; you should head back and report to that old guy."

Hao Jian wasn't eager to keep the beautiful women waiting; he worried they might be concerned about his safety. Though he'd sent Li He and Spice Ginger to explain things to Shu Ya and the others, now that he was out, he naturally wanted to get back to Hua City and reassure them as soon as possible.

"Alright, let's stay in touch!"

Hao Jian prepared to leave, and Secretary Zhang did not try to hold him back. With a nod, he got into another car of his own and, accompanied by the roaring engines, departed from the prison.

Hao Jian then instructed the driver to take him to the airport...

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Hua City, suburban airport…

"Boss, how was it? Enjoying prison life?!"

Now mostly recovered, Li He had already brought Spice Ginger and others to the airport, waiting for Hao Jian's flight. When they saw him coming out, they grinned widely and approached him. Li He immediately reached out to squeeze Hao Jian's arms, teasing him.

"You brat, already daring to act cocky after healing up? Do I need to put you back in bed for a bit longer?" Casually tossing some luggage to Spice Ginger, Hao Jian extended his arms and gave Li He a bear hug, smiling as he spoke.

"No, no, no! I used to dream of eat-sleep-repeat life, but now I realize that sleeping all the time is no different than a pig's life. You can keep that lifestyle—I don't want it!"

Hearing Hao Jian bring it up, Li He quickly waved his hands, shaking his head in fear at Hao Jian's implied threat.

"Alright, let's stop standing around and head back!"

Although their kind of crowd at the airport wasn't uncommon, Spice Ginger had gathered a group of fifty to sixty people. This large gathering drew quite a bit of attention.

Hao Jian nodded at Spice Ginger, smiling as he said, "Spice Ginger, you did great this time. Anything you want, just tell me. As long as it's achievable, I'll make it happen for you."

In this situation, Spice Ginger and his underlings had contributed the most effort. Now that everything was settled, it was time to reward them properly.

"Young Master Hao, solving your troubles is our duty. There's no need to ask for anything—being able to help you is already our greatest reward!"

Spice Ginger spoke while showing a bitter smile. Though it seemed they'd done the most during this ordeal, many details had been single-handedly handled by Hao Jian. They had merely assisted with the cleanup afterward.

Such behavior from them was nothing new to Hao Jian. However, Li He couldn't stand it. Upon hearing them refuse Hao Jian's reward, he glared at Spice Ginger and said firmly, "Spice Ginger, I'm telling you! If Hao Jian says he's going to reward you, you need to accept it obediently…"

Hao Jian glanced at Li He in surprise. Words like this coming from Li He were rare; was the sun rising from the west today?

Just as Hao Jian thought Li He might have changed, he was immediately stumped by what came next…

"If you don't want it, then give it to me! If you refuse, I'll gladly take it!"

"Go to hell, will you!"

Hao Jian raised his leg and aimed a kick at Li He's backside. Li He, expecting it, dodged just in time. He turned and smirked at Hao Jian, laughing triumphantly, saying, "Do you think I don't know your tricks?!"

"Enough, let's go!"

Leaving Li He behind was almost embarrassing, so Hao Jian didn't hesitate to stride forward, stepping into a nearby car. Li He quickly followed suit, while Spice Ginger climbed into the passenger seat, one of his subordinates acting as the driver…

Over the next few days, Hao Jian finally enjoyed a somewhat normal life—waking up, going out for meals, driving around leisurely, then returning home at night to fool around with Sister Lan and the other women. Life felt relaxed.

At times, he'd visit Xiao Qiang and check on her grandmother, which would invariably lead to passionate encounters.

This afternoon, Hao Jian drove a BMW 2-Series that he'd casually taken from Spice Ginger and sped toward Tongtong's elementary school.

Not knowing exactly when Tongtong would be released, Hao Jian deliberately left home half an hour early. Since he had some time to spare, he slowed down, cruising at a leisurely pace.

As he approached an intersection and prepared to turn, a Ferrari 488 suddenly rushed out from a nearby alley, swiftly accelerating. While Hao Jian was making his slow turn, the Ferrari had already reached his side, attempting to overtake him and make its turn.

*Screech...*

A sharp, ear-piercing sound of friction abruptly filled the air. Hao Jian's car shook slightly in response, prompting him to glance at his rear-view mirror in confusion. His face darkened—

The Ferrari had hit his car!

"Damn it! Don't you have eyes when you drive?!"

Before Hao Jian could react, the middle-aged driver of the Ferrari stormed out, cursing loudly. He first glanced at the minor scrape on the rear of his car, then angrily yelled at Hao Jian.

His son, who still showed some filial piety, had spent more than four million yuan to buy this Ferrari for him. Now it was scratched by a car worth less than a million—a BMW. His heart bled thinking about it.

He had meticulously maintained this car to avoid any blemishes or damage.

Of course, had he realized the car that collided with his was worth more, he might have approached with more civility. But here, judging by the apparent modest value of the opposing car, he assumed the owner's status wouldn't be that impressive—there was nothing for him to fear.

Lowering the car window, Hao Jian's eyes lazily swept over the middle-aged man before slowly starting the car engine. He had no interest in wasting time with this kind of person; it was just a BMW after all. He figured Spice Ginger could take the car back and deal with it himself.

"Hey! Are you deaf or blind?!"

Seeing Hao Jian start the car, the middle-aged man's face immediately turned sour. He rushed to block Hao Jian's car, forcing him to lower the window again. Hao Jian coldly snorted and said, "If you know what's good for you, move out of the way now, or don't blame me for running you over!"

"Damn it! You think it's that easy to leave after hitting my car?!"

The middle-aged man grew even angrier after hearing Hao Jian's words and shouted profanities.

Their commotion quickly attracted attention, and within minutes, a crowd had gathered around to watch the spectacle…