Supremely Talented Tyrant

"Who... who is that person?!"

After listening to Gao Jian's fear-laden recount, the color had long drained from Gao Mao's face, leaving it pale and bloodless. Only Gao Sheng beside him was filled with confusion, not understanding what the name Hao Jian represented.

As a seasoned player in the business world, Gao Mao was well-acquainted with the dynamics of Hua City, and even more aware of the Hua City spoken of by some of its true power players.

Hao Jian was one of the figures those people feared most!

He was the overlord of Hua City!

And now? The person they had provoked was this overlord!

"So... so what should we do now?!"

Gao Mao felt a bit helpless.

"It's all your fault!"

Gao Jian roared, his voice thick with resentment, "You two useless idiots, didn't you think to check the background of someone before provoking them?!"

Suddenly hearing Gao Jian's roar, Gao Mao was taken aback, and though he bitterly smiled inside, he didn't dare to retort. Didn't you old man say so yourself? Ordinarily, one can't even find information on someone like Hao Jian.

"I'll go find someone now and see if we can beg for mercy!"

The silence of the crowd made Gao Jian impatient, his expression changing several times before he snorted coldly, glaring harshly at these subordinates and his sons—these messes created by these fools!

Upon hearing this, hope flickered on the faces of everyone, yet no one spoke; they remained silently hopeful.

"Hmph!"

Gao Jian snorted coldly, turned around, and left without bothering to manage his two sons. If not for the trouble caused by these two brats, he wouldn't have had anyone capture Hao Jian.

Now it was settled, the person was captured, and he knew who he was dealing with. Hao Jian was likely waiting for his next move, but to plead for mercy—how could he even present his plea before Hao Jian?

He was just a district chief with no real ties to Hao Jian whatsoever. He had to bypass all connections to find someone who could help him plead for leniency.

If he couldn't plead, the ultimate outcome would be that his family would vanish from Hua City without a trace, even without pursuit from the government.

"Ah? Brother Qing! No... no, I'm calling you because there's something I need help with..."

Leaving the factory, Gao Jian hastily made a call, dialed to a city-level cadre who also served as a personal secretary to a certain leader.

"I... I had a conflict with Mr. Hao Jian today, hoping you could help..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Before Gao Jian could finish his sentence, the call was abruptly cut off, leaving his remaining words stuck in his throat.

Suppressing the urge to angrily throw away his phone, Gao Jian swallowed his pride and picked up the phone again, dialing another number.

Hang up... hang up... still hung up!

Once the local tyrant in his jurisdiction, Gao Jian was now akin to a gambler who'd lost everything, desperately begging those he did not wish to beg.

Groveling so low to ask for help was because he had provoked someone he shouldn't have, rendering his emotions extremely complex.

After dialing over a dozen numbers, he finally found someone who could connect him to Hao Jian's confidant, none other than Brother Spice Ginger.

Upon hearing the name Spice Ginger, Gao Jian's eyes lit up instantly. There might not be many who knew Hao Jian, but it was hard to find someone unfamiliar with Spice Ginger.

When Spice Ginger came to investigate some matters in their district, he accompanied him personally. He regretted not making a connection then and didn't know where he lived.

But now, having the chance to see him again, Gao Jian was slightly excited. If he was willing to help, then everything would be negotiable, and Hao Jian might be lenient for his sake.

At this thought, he couldn't contain his excitement, quickly asking for Spice Ginger's contact details, clutching the piece of paper with a phone number, his hand shaking uncontrollably.

That phone number—just getting through to it might determine whether he lived or died!

With nervous and anxious feelings, he dialed the number and began to call...

..........................

While Gao Jian was dialing Brother Spice Ginger's number, Spice Ginger had just woken up, eyes a bit dazed, having dealt with a bunch of annoying matters all night. Finally getting a good rest felt incredibly refreshing.

"Hmm... having slept for so long, there should be some news by now, right?"

He recalled receiving a call from Hao Jian not long ago, saying the district chief of Jinhua District had provoked him, instructing him to keep an eye on things, which he had relayed down to his men.

Meanwhile, he returned to bed to catch up on sleep, and now that some time had passed, the first thing he did upon waking was to check if any messages came from his subordinates.

"Beep beep beep..."

But as soon as he picked up his phone, it suddenly started vibrating, followed by a melodious ringtone that left him feeling a bit helpless—things really do seem to come at the most unexpected times.

However, when he saw the phone number displayed on the screen, he felt a bit puzzled, simply because this phone number was entirely unfamiliar, not any of the numbers he remembered.

"How strange..."

Muttering to himself, Spice Ginger didn't suspect anything and answered the call.

"Are you... Are you Brother Spice Ginger?"

As soon as the call connected, a somewhat trembling voice came through, leaving Spice Ginger slightly confused, and he asked, "Who are you?"

"Ah? I... I'm the district governor of Jinhua District, my name is Gao Jian..."

This call was indeed from Gao Jian!

Upon hearing whose voice it was, Spice Ginger's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth—it was this guy's son who provoked Hao Jian?

However, this guy has decent connections and even managed to get his phone number.

Shaking his head slightly, Spice Ginger asked, "What do you want?"

Even though he knew this guy had provoked Hao Jian, Spice Ginger still wanted to know what he was seeking him for. But in Spice Ginger's mind, the likelihood of this guy coming to plead was very high.

"I... I want you... want you to help me plead for mercy..."

"Oh? Aren't you the district governor? Why would you need me to do the pleading?"

"Your words... I'm just a big official in the eyes of ordinary people."

Spice Ginger let out a cold smile: "Speak, who do you want me to plead with?"

"It's... it's Mr. Hao Jian!"

Just as expected!

Spice Ginger's eyes flashed with a cold gleam and he said, "I'm afraid I can't help you with that. You know I'm Young Master Hao's subordinate; I don't have the qualifications to plead on behalf of others in front of him, so you'd better find someone else!"

"Brother Spice Ginger... Spice Ginger..."

After saying this, Spice Ginger didn't hesitate at all and directly hung up the phone. Just with this kind of person, he still wants him to plead for him in front of Hao Jian?

Who does he think he is!?

Spice Ginger stretched lazily and grinned: "It's time to report to Young Master Hao... Hmm… And perhaps mention that some fool tried to plead for mercy here..."

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"Spice... Spice Ginger?! Hello!"

At this time, in an abandoned factory, Gao Jian, holding his subordinate, continuously dialed Spice Ginger's phone number, but no matter what he did, he just couldn't get through, simply because Spice Ginger had added this guy's number to the blacklist as soon as he hung up.

To Spice Ginger, people like this who provoke Hao Jian have to let Hao Jian decide, and he definitely won't and doesn't dare go to Hao Jian to plead for someone, leaving him to fend for himself.

This comes without any pressure for him; after all, they don't have much of a relationship, what is there to care about?

Spice Ginger handled things smoothly, but Gao Jian found himself plunged into endless fear, with even the last chance gone, leaving only despair...

"There's no place left to stay in the country..."

No one who has crossed Hao Jian has ever been able to remain on Huaxia soil; it's both a norm and a fact.

His eyes flickered slightly as Gao Jian suddenly saw a chance...

He grabbed his phone and called his two useless sons, shouting: "You two, get out here immediately, we're going to pack our things right away!"

"Uh... Dad, what do you mean by this?"

Gao Mao and Gao Sheng were left puzzled by their dad's actions—isn't it just provoking Hao Jian? Can't we find someone to plead for us? Why make it seem like something major...

"We have no chance left, now there's only one option, if you don't want to die, come out immediately, we have no time!"

Gao Jian didn't feel like wasting words with his two sons; after shouting this, he hung up the phone. If these two kids weren't his sons, he would have packed up and left alone long ago, why bother calling them to escape together?

Now, for Gao Jian, there was only one chance, and that was not to stay in the country anymore. He had to flee abroad. Hao Jian's power is mainly concentrated around Hua City and spread nationwide, but his influence abroad is considerably weaker. As long as he can slip into any country, won't it be like fish swimming in the wide sea, birds soaring to the high skies?!

Gao Mao and Gao Sheng rushed out from the factory and approached Gao Jian's car. Gao Jian didn't say anything, he just started the car, and seeing this, the two quickly scrambled inside the car.

As Gao Sheng closed the car door, Gao Jian suddenly accelerated, driving rapidly away, abandoning all his subordinates without a second thought.