Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 960 - 959: Leave It to Me!

"Young Master Hao! We've got it!"

An hour later, Hao Jian received a call from Spice Ginger. As soon as the call connected, Spice Ginger's slightly excited voice came through.

"Speak!"

"The ones targeting Miss Yuan Shanshan are part of a black-hearted agency. Those troublemaking domestic workers are employees of this agency. Based on the information I've gathered, this agency has been pulling similar extortion schemes against employers for years. After doing some rough math, they've scammed millions over the years."

Spice Ginger paused briefly to organize his thoughts before continuing, "They target businessmen or wealthy individuals with mid-level assets. These people care deeply about their social reputation. They usually avoid stirring up trouble, pay the demanded money, and move on without escalating the situation."

"Because of this, the black-hearted agency has gradually expanded its scope. Especially in the past six months, they've targeted quite a few individuals worth billions. This time, their meticulous planning brought their scheme directly onto Miss Yuan Shanshan!"

"So, that's what's been going on..."

Listening to the details, Hao Jian rubbed his chin, glanced at the domestic workers still making a fuss outside, and after hanging up the call, looked at Yuan Shanshan and smiled, "This won't be too hard. I'll go out and give them a warning. If they're smart, they'll leave, and I won't pursue it. But if they persist, I won't show mercy."

"Don't escalate it too much…"

Seeing the anger simmer in Hao Jian's eyes, Yuan Shanshan didn't try to stop him but instead spoke with some concern, "Try not to let it turn physical. There are quite a few journalists out there—if they capture anything, you'll go viral online by tomorrow."

These days, even the smallest incident can go viral, let alone something involving Yuan Shanshan.

The situation had already stirred up online discussions. After all, a world-famous jewelry designer allegedly withholding wages from domestic workers—though many might find it unbelievable—would certainly become a juicy gossip topic for days to come.

"Leave it to me!"

Hao Jian chuckled, reached out to ruffle Yuan Shanshan's hair, stood up, and walked toward the door...

As soon as Hao Jian stepped outside, the commotion in front of the villa instantly intensified, surprising both the domestic workers and the journalists.

They had expected Yuan Shanshan or her younger brother to appear, but instead, it was a young man—whose expression was anything but pleasant.

"So it's you claiming that Yuan Shanshan owes you wages?" Hao Jian strode out, waved to block the journalists, and then approached the dozen domestic workers with a cold smile.

"That's right! Yuan Shanshan owes us wages and refuses to pay! She's not fit to be a jewelry designer!" one fiery-tempered domestic worker yelled upon hearing Hao Jian's derisive laugh.

Hearing this, Hao Jian's gaze darkened slightly. He let out a cold snort and said, "Whether she's fit or not isn't for you to decide."

"If you still have some decency left, you best turn around and leave!"

"You know damn well if Yuan Shanshan owes you wages or not. Don't think that just because your actions are sneaky, you can act with impunity!"

"Just because no one stopped you before doesn't mean no one will now! You better think twice—if you keep this up, the consequences won't be pretty!"

Hao Jian's threats were crystal clear, and the journalists keenly caught onto a deeper implication in his words. When they tried to question further, they were met with Hao Jian's dangerous glare.

"You'd best keep your mouths shut, or I can't guarantee how long you'll last in Hua City..." Hao Jian sneered at the gossip-driven journalists. He loathed their habit of distorting the truth in pursuit of clicks and profits.

"Little boy, let me give you some advice," a forty-something female domestic worker sneered at Hao Jian, "I understand you're willing to do anything for a woman at your age, but before you go all in, think carefully—some people are out of your league."

"Especially if you think you can make us leave and swallow the wages we're owed!"

"Who do you think you are?! Trying to stop us from reclaiming what's rightfully ours?!"

As she spoke, other domestic workers chimed in. Their initially restrained remarks escalated into outright invective, resembling a full-blown debt collection clash by the end.

"Click! Click! Click..."

The heated confrontation only fueled the journalists' sense of intrigue. Cameras of all makes began flashing, capturing the escalating tension.

"So you really want to keep this going?" Hao Jian said, addressing the domestic workers. Their behavior clearly reflected the black-hearted agency's backing—without their support, this "wage dispute" wouldn't even exist.

"Get lost! If you're not giving us the money, then move aside! Otherwise, we'll find someone to deal with you!"

"Haha! You want to deal with me?" Hao Jian burst into laughter, then his eyes turned icy cold, and he stared them down, enunciating each word: "If you haven't left by today, you'll regret everything you've done here!"

"Regret?! Haha! A kid like you?"

Over the years, anyone targeted by these extortionists dared not speak such words, knowing full well that doing so would only provoke them into further ruining their victim's reputation.

"Heh, just wait—you'll regret it soon enough."

Hao Jian had no intention of continuing the pointless verbal sparring. To him, they were mere pawns who'd soon regret their arrogance. Though they didn't believe it, Hao Jian would make sure they did.

After finishing his words, he turned and walked back into Yuan Shanshan's villa, closing the door firmly to block the encroaching journalists.

"How did it go?"

Back in the living room, Yuan Shanshan looked expectantly at Hao Jian. She glanced nervously at the still-chaotic scene outside before asking, curious about the exchange that seemed to further provoke the workers.

"Don't worry, I'll clean them up by tomorrow!" Hao Jian smirked at the scene outside and shook his head. "The way things look, they'll be right back blocking your door tomorrow."

"Yeah, if you hadn't come, I'd have paid them off already. A million really isn't a lot for me—anything to get rid of trouble," Yuan Shanshan sighed helplessly.

"Silly girl, you can compromise in some situations, but never with people like them. If you give in, someone else will suffer their schemes next. If everyone caves, who'll stop them?"

"They'll keep extorting people, ruining lives. For the rich, it may be minor, but what about someone in genuine need? I, Hao Jian, may not have lofty ambitions, but I won't stand by when I can stop something within my ability."

Hao Jian gently scolded Yuan Shanshan, tapping her forehead in mild frustration at her attitude.

"So, what's your plan?"

"Simple—an eye for an eye!"

Hao Jian chuckled softly, his deep gaze fixed on the chaos outside as his lips curled into a sly smirk. "Since they use underhanded tactics to harm others, I'll turn their own methods against them."

"You mean...?"

With Hao Jian's clue, Yuan Shanshan's eyes lit up with realization.

"Spice Ginger..."

Hao Jian immediately dialed Spice Ginger's number...

"Young Master Hao, what's the matter? Did something happen over there? Should I send men right now to deal with them?"

Spice Ginger answered eagerly, waiting for instructions.

"Uh..."

Momentarily caught off guard by Spice Ginger's urgency, Hao Jian quickly regained his composure, smiling, "Nothing urgent—just something I'll need your help with tomorrow."

"Help?"

Spice Ginger responded instantly, "Anything you need, Young Master Hao! Just say the word, and I'll do my best to make it happen!"

"Tomorrow morning, send a sharp person over here. Someone smart! Remember, absolutely sharp! Also, have a few capable fighters back them up—there might be some confrontations."

"Got it!"

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