Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 961 - 960: Put on a Show!

"Young Master Hao, hello. My name is Qi Jin. Spice Ginger asked me to come help you!"

Early in the morning, several men in their thirties showed up at the gate of Yuan Shanshan's villa. One of them, appearing to be the leader, immediately brushed off the dust on his clothes upon seeing Hao Jian step out. He bent slightly and greeted respectfully.

"Hmm, come in first."

Hao Jian nodded, then opened the door and allowed the group to enter.

Once in the villa's living room, Hao Jian gestured for the men to sit before speaking first. "I assume you're already aware of the situation here, right?"

"Yes, we know! Do you need us to chase away those housekeepers?" Qi Jin nodded quickly in response to Hao Jian's question as soon as he sat down.

"Even if we want to chase them out, we need a reason. The reason I had Spice Ginger send you here is to help me create such a reason..." Hao Jian shook his head gently with a sly smile, speaking slowly.

After all, Yuan Shanshan is a public figure, and with the media's eyes currently focused on this place, sending Qi Jin and the others to beat up the housekeepers outright would inevitably result in Yuan Shanshan taking the blame, no matter how it's explained.

After all, other than her, there's no one else with such a motive to resort to violence. That's exactly why Hao Jian wanted to fabricate a justification. Otherwise, no matter what he did, he couldn't shield Yuan Shanshan's reputation from taking a hit.

Only by finding a reason and exposing the corrupt agency behind these housekeepers could they leverage the media to clarify Yuan Shanshan's situation. This way, not only could her previously damaged reputation be restored, but it might even improve.

"Young Master Hao, just tell us what you need us to do," Qi Jin scratched his head awkwardly. Despite usually being a sharp guy, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous in the presence of someone as notable as Hao Jian.

After all, Hao Jian's name carried weight. He'd heard it from his boss and others countless times. Stories about Hao Jian's various methods had left a lasting impression on him over time...

And it wasn't just him; the few men with him had also familiarized themselves with Hao Jian as soon as they joined the gang. More accurately, their introduction to the gang included being shown a photo of Hao Jian.

"I need you to help me stage a performance..."

With a slight chuckle, Hao Jian spoke.

"A performance?"

Qi Jin's eyes lit up upon hearing those words. Hesitating slightly, he asked, "Young Master Hao, are you suggesting we pretend to be the employers of those housekeepers? That way, we'd have an excuse to deal with them?"

"Exactly! That's precisely my plan!"

Hao Jian hadn't expected Qi Jin to immediately predict his intentions after just a hint. He gave Qi Jin an approving look, inwardly becoming even more impressed with Spice Ginger. He only requested someone sharp to help, but Spice Ginger had outdone himself by sending someone this clever.

"Since you already know, you should understand what to do, right?"

"Yes! Understood. Leave it to us, Young Master Hao. You just stay here and enjoy the show!"

Having received Hao Jian's approval, Qi Jin felt reassured. Clapping his chest, he made his promise with confidence.

"Haha! Great! Then I'll leave it in your capable hands!"

With that, Hao Jian stood up, approached Qi Jin, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "When you leave later, make sure to climb over the wall. Judging from the current time, those housekeepers and reporters are likely gathering at the gate. You can't afford to be seen by them."

"Understood!"

Feeling the reassuring weight of Hao Jian's pat, Qi Jin's body seemed to lighten up considerably. He quickly replied with a sense of seriousness. The same solemnity also appeared on the faces of the men standing behind him.

This was their first task directly assigned by Hao Jian. No matter what, they had to pull it off flawlessly.

Failure would result not only in dissatisfaction from Hao Jian and their brothers back home but also in their own shame. Success, on the other hand, could mean the start of their journey to prosperity.

Soon after, Qi Jin and his men found a corner of Yuan Shanshan's villa wall and climbed over it. Checking their surroundings to ensure no one was watching, they hurried over to a nearby café. From there, they kept an eye on the villa's gate, waiting for the housekeepers and reporters to arrive so they could act.

"Is everyone ready?"

Qi Jin repeatedly stressed the importance of the mission to his team. This was a high-stakes task that allowed no room for failure—failure simply wasn't an option.

"Brother Jin, we're ready!"

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"Who were those people just now?"

As Qi Jin's group left the villa, a yawning Yuan Shanshan emerged, leaning over the railing on the second-floor landing. Looking down at Hao Jian, who was calmly sipping tea on the sofa, she asked.

"They're here to help, as I mentioned yesterday. It's part of my plan."

Noticing the movement behind him, Hao Jian glanced at Yuan Shanshan upstairs, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes. Smiling, he said, "Honestly, I'd love to kick out those nuisances myself. This roundabout way of dealing with them is such a waste of time..."

"Oh, please. Like you'd actually get your hands dirty. It's those poor guys doing the work for you, yet you have the nerve to complain," Yuan Shanshan scoffed, rolling her eyes at Hao Jian. It wasn't like he was the one taking direct action against the housekeepers, yet he spoke as if he were front and center.

"Heh, I totally can complain!"

Much to Yuan Shanshan's surprise, Hao Jian nodded earnestly with a cheeky grin.

"Pfft, whatever. I'm going to freshen up. Prepare breakfast for me—and for my brother and mom while you're at it." She waved a hand dismissively at him before yawning again and heading toward the bathroom. Downstairs, Hao Jian, now left speechless, stared into the distance.

Since when was it the guest's job to cook for the host? Then again, it was hard to argue, especially when Yuan Shanshan was his woman. Not to mention her brother and mother—one was his future little brother-in-law, and the other was his potential mother-in-law.

Shaking his head in resignation, Hao Jian put down his teacup and reluctantly made his way to the kitchen. After rummaging around for a while, he finally found the ingredients and started preparing breakfast.

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"Boss, we're almost at Yuan Shanshan's villa. Should we stick to the plan from yesterday?" At 9:30 a.m., on the road leading to Yuan Shanshan's villa, a group of a dozen women dressed as housekeepers slowly approached. One of them, seemingly the leader, spoke on the phone.

"Yes, stick to the usual routine. I've also tipped the media off, so reporters should be arriving shortly. Keep your eyes peeled, and if anything seems off, call me immediately," the voice on the other end of the line replied sternly. "And remember, keep those housekeepers safe. They're our bread and butter—not a single one can be lost!"

"Got it, boss!"

The woman nodded before hanging up. Leading the group, she advanced toward Yuan Shanshan's villa gate.

Meanwhile, in the café, Qi Jin and his team noticed a group of women dressed as housekeepers rounding a corner. Some carried megaphones, while others held banners. Immediately, Qi Jin confirmed the targets for their operation and gestured to his companions.

"Guys, the targets have arrived. Now we just wait for the reporters, and then it's showtime!"

"Got it!"

The men nodded, their eyes gleaming with excitement. This was their first mission for Hao Jian, and they couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline.

After waiting six or seven minutes, several cars suddenly drifted around the corner at breakneck speed—easily topping 100 km/h. The vehicles bore media logos, signaling the arrival of reporters.

"Go!"

Qi Jin sprang into action, throwing open the café door and leading his group toward the targets. From their pockets, they pulled out telescopic batons, which extended with a swift flick of their wrists.

With an intimidating aura, the group charged straight toward the housekeepers!

Before the women could start badmouthing Yuan Shanshan, Qi Jin delivered the first blow with calculated force—firm but controlled. After all, these batons were made of steel; a heavier strike could easily end a life.

These housekeepers weren't men; they lacked the resilience to take a beating. With their fragile frames, even one strike could prove too much to bear.

"Ahh!"

A series of anguished screams rang out, quickly turning heads all around, including those of the reporters. By the time the journalists processed what was happening, Qi Jin and his men had already delivered at least two or three strikes each.

What... what's going on here?

Stunned, the reporters watched as Qi Jin's group relentlessly attacked the housekeepers. For a moment, everyone was utterly lost for words.