Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Let's go rest at the coffee shop across the street first."

Taking a glance at the manager, Hao Jian held Zhao Yating's little hand and walked towards the coffee shop opposite the restaurant. As for the manager, he was already ignored.

If they stayed here any longer, Hao Jian feared he wouldn't be able to control himself and would directly smash up the restaurant, so he decided to leave for a while.

The manager saw that Hao Jian finally "wisely" left, snorted coldly, muttered "pauper," and then left the scene.

The waiter remained at his post, waiting for the next customer, but thanks to Hao Jian's actions, no customers seemed inclined to come over for a while.

Seeing this, the waiter's face turned extremely gloomy. If it weren't for Hao Jian, his performance today could have increased, and maybe his end-of-month salary would go up a bit too.

The manager didn't care what the waiter thought. At this moment, he'd already respectfully run over to Zhong Xing's group, speaking ingratiatingly, "Young Master, sorry for taking up your time!"

"I've specially reserved a private room for you. Would you like to move over now, or...?"

The Western restaurant only had four private rooms, and unless under special circumstances, they generally wouldn't be used, as these rooms were reserved for people with real distinction.

Most diners who came to eat didn't even realize this restaurant had these four private rooms.

Upon hearing they were going to a private room, Zhong Xing nodded and said, "Let's go then. I can't stand the main hall. Make sure to bring out the best food and drink. Don't worry about me affording it!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The manager nodded hurriedly, then respectfully led the group to one of the private rooms on the second floor. He then rushed to the kitchen to instruct the chefs to use the best ingredients for Zhong Xing and his group.

After finishing all this, the manager sat down by the kitchen, waiting for the dishes to be ready so he could personally serve them. After all, this was a great opportunity to curry favor with Zhong Xing, and if he didn't seize it, he wouldn't be worthy of his restaurant manager position.

While they were busy with these things, Hao Jian had already taken Zhao Yating to the coffee shop, casually ordered two cups of coffee, and found a quiet corner to sit down.

"Are you curious why I picked up the phone then hung up?"

Seeing Zhao Yating's puzzled face, Hao Jian chuckled. Earlier, he had dialed a number, then suddenly remembered something amusing and decided to hang up for the moment.

He then brought Zhao Yating here. Zhao Yating didn't quite understand Hao Jian's actions, as she knew Hao Jian never acted this way.

Now hearing Hao Jian's laughter, she nodded instinctively.

"Because I want to let them get complacent for a while, and then stomp them down hard!" Hao Jian's chuckle carried a hint of anger.

"Hmm..."

Zhao Yating didn't really understand any of this, so she just nodded. Honestly, she was extremely angry just now. Those people treated Hao Jian like that and even dared to flirt with her. She really wanted to call the police.

But she thought better of it, since Hao Jian was by her side, and just decided to let Hao Jian handle everything since he would sort things out, so she wasn't too concerned.

Because she knew Hao Jian would never let such things slide.

"Just stay by my side and watch how your man takes revenge for you. Those guys dared to flirt with you, so they are against me, Hao Jian!"

Seeing Zhao Yating's unconcerned demeanor, Hao Jian shrugged, looked deeply out the window, took a sip of coffee, and said in a calm voice, "You are my woman, remember that."

"Mhm!"

Resting her head on Hao Jian's shoulder, Zhao Yating responded sweetly, filled with happiness.

"Now, it's about time to let the show begin!"

Saying this, Hao Jian picked up his phone and dialed Spice Ginger's number again.

"Young Master Hao! What's going on? You just hung up on me..."

As the call connected, a slightly anxious voice came through from the phone, filled with curiosity, "Did something happen?!"

"Young Master Hao, don't worry, many brothers are free now. Just say the word, and we'll be at your side no matter where!"

The determination in the voice was unmistakably clear!

"Uh!"

Hearing this, Hao Jian chuckled lightly and said, "No need for that. Here's what happened..."

Then, Hao Jian recounted the day's events to Spice Ginger. As he spoke, the anger in his tone gradually emerged.

"Hmph! To speak to Young Master Hao like this in Hua City!? They must have a death wish!"

After listening to Hao Jian's explanation, Spice Ginger's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Young Master Hao, rest assured, I'll gather the brothers now. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be there. After that, we'll do whatever you say!"

Damn it, even a mayor's son dares to treat Young Master Hao like this!? If it weren't for Young Master Hao's tolerance, how could you still be breathing now!? Let me, Spice Ginger, come and see what gives you the nerve to be so arrogant!

Spice Ginger was very angry about how Hao Jian was treated in Hua City. He never expected that just going for a meal would result in such humiliation for Young Master Hao!?

This is not only disrespecting Young Master Hao, but also disrespecting Spice Ginger! Moreover, if we're talking about fear, Spice Ginger really doesn't fear the mayor of Hua City!

Especially since it's the mayor's son!?

If you're a subordinate and can't solve problems for your boss, then what's the point of keeping you around?!

"By the way, have you figured out the matter I asked you to investigate?!"

Suddenly, Hao Jian remembered something else and softly asked.

"I've already pinpointed Madison the old bastard's location. Do you want me to send someone to take care of them?" Spice Ginger was momentarily stunned by Hao Jian's remark but quickly fished out Madison's investigation files from the pile, glanced at them, and said.

"We'll talk about it later, that old bastard's issue isn't urgent. Anyway, I've got what I wanted. By the way, how's your contact with Secretary Zhang going?"

Nodding his head, Hao Jian stroked his chin, feeling that things were going quite smoothly.

"Secretary Zhang seems to be on some assignment and is currently unreachable, but we should be able to contact him within these two days." Spice Ginger said after flipping through the files.

"Alright, let's keep it that way. Bring the people over; I'm at the coffee shop across from the restaurant!"

With those words, Hao Jian hung up the phone and continued sipping coffee with Zhao Yating, waiting for Spice Ginger and the others to arrive.

Compared to the restaurant matters, Hao Jian was more concerned about the authentic painting of "The Song of Everlasting Regret" he had acquired at the auction. He planned to hand it over to the Minister, thinking it better for them to keep it rather than himself.

This world has many who would stop at nothing for money, and this thing in Hao Jian's hand is exactly what they covet. If he wasn't retired, he might have played around with those people for a while.

But now that he had settled down, he wanted to avoid trouble, so it was best to pass it on to the Ministry of Defense as soon as possible.

Those people might dare to come after him, but not necessarily the Ministry!

Beside Hao Jian, Zhao Yating quietly watched him handle things, everything methodical, which stirred her heart. Such a man was worthy of being her partner.

Sweatness emanated from both, breaking single people's hearts—this beauty was actually his girlfriend...

Sigh!

Unconsciously, some sighs emerged from the coffee shop.

Time passed, and ten minutes later...

"Rumble!"

The roaring of engines suddenly came from outside. On the road outside, a convoy of thirty cars was aggressively heading towards the coffee shop.

Leading the convoy was an imposing Land Rover, exuding a fierce aura. Behind the Land Rover were Hummers and other vehicles.

"They're here!"

Hearing the commotion, Hao Jian's lips curled into a slight smile. He then took Zhao Yating's hand and walked outside, laughing, "Let's go meet Spice Ginger; now it's time to watch the show!"

"Hee hee, Hao Jian, don't overdo it!"

"Don't worry, I've got it under control. But I won't let those guys who harassed you off the hook."

Reaching out to ruffle Zhao Yating's hair, a soft laugh escaped Hao Jian's lips, his tone firm, a faint aura swirling around him.

"Young Master Hao! A total of one hundred and thirty brothers reporting to you!"

The convoy stopped at the entrance of the coffee shop, Spice Ginger swiftly got off the Land Rover, and came in front of Hao Jian, shouting in a low voice.

"Good!"

"Follow me to smash the shop!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Spice Ginger nodded and, saying a word to a deputy beside him, stepped forward and closely followed Hao Jian, his face full of respect.

"What... what are you going to do?!"

The waiter, who had been welcoming guests at the door, suddenly saw the intimidating crowd, and his face instantly showed panic. His trembling voice emerged as he reached for the intercom.

"Manager! Manager! Something's happened! Something's happened!"

"What are we doing?! That's what I should be asking you!"

Spice Ginger, being someone from the underworld, acted directly and decisively, especially with Hao Jian backing him, he was even more unscrupulous.

Stretching out his hand, he shouted, "Brothers, this is an opportunity to show yourselves in front of Young Master Hao, so get your spirits up and solve this matter well for me!"

"Everyone go in now, release the guests, Zhong Xing and the restaurant staff stay behind!"