It wasn't as though he had many enemies at the moment, but it was better to raise his fame in the entertainment industry than in the National Security Department. After all, it wouldn't be good for him to be remembered by every criminal in the country.
"Let her finish what she's doing. These women deserve the beating. But if you want to force her to stop, you'd better use guns—otherwise, your police officers will be lying in hospital beds for a few weeks," Chaithanya said calmly.
The young police officers swallowed nervously upon hearing his words. The image of those notorious thugs in the ambulance—bones broken, some still unconscious—flashed through their minds.
Seeing their tense expressions, Section Chief Fang grew irritated and snorted angrily. "Hmph, useless bunch."
Her friend Yan Mei, standing beside her, rolled her eyes and thought, These young officers are just commoners with slightly better physiques. What do you expect from them?
The woman in tattered clothes finally stopped beating the others, her arms aching. The bruised women stared at Chaithanya with fear in their eyes. When they saw that he wasn't displeased with the punishment, they exhaled in relief.
"Do you feel better now? If not, you can go for another round," Chaithanya said evenly.
The women who had beaten her shuddered at his calm tone.
"I feel better," the woman in tattered clothes replied, shaking her head.
"Good. Let's go—your daughter's waiting outside, worried about you," Chaithanya said.
"My daughter…" she murmured, her eyes reddening.
Turning to Section Chief Fang, Chaithanya added, "I've done what I came here for. You can handle the rest however you see fit."
With that, he left without another word, followed closely by the woman in tattered clothes.
As they stepped out of the old apartment, a little girl waiting anxiously outside ran toward them, throwing herself into her mother's arms and sobbing. Her mother hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face. The emotional reunion was instantly captured by the media.
"Oh, Shit," Junhao muttered inwardly, frustration flickering in his eyes as the reporters snapped photos of him.
He pulled out his phone and called his secretary. The call connected after a single ring. "Bring the car."
"I already called the driver," Xiuying replied.
"Good," Chaithanya said, hanging up.
The woman in tattered clothes had calmed down by then and asked softly, "Where is your brother?"
"Mother, brother is injured. This mister helped take him to the hospital," the little girl said innocently, pointing at Chaithanya.
The woman turned to him anxiously. "What happened to my son, sir? Which hospital was he admitted to?"
"Wait a moment. My car's on the way. I'll take you there myself," Chaithanya replied.
Moments later, the car pulled up near the barricade. Xiuying stepped out as Chaithanya turned to the woman and said, "Let's go, the car's here."
She nodded and followed him. They got in, and Chaithanya instructed the driver, "Head to the hospital where the injured boy was admitted."
The driver nodded and started the engine. After half an hour, they arrived at the hospital. Everyone got out and went inside. Chaithanya adjusted his disguise before entering with them.
Xiuying approached the reception to ask for the boy's room number, and soon they were on their way.
Inside the private room, the boy was resting on the bed, small bandages covering his face, hands, and legs. He was taking the medicine given by the nurse. Hearing hurried footsteps, he turned toward the door. When he saw his mother rushing in, his face lit up, and he ran to her.
"Don't… don't run," the woman said, rushing to catch him. She hugged him tightly, eyes red, and stroked his hair.
Chaithanya signaled his secretary and driver to leave them alone. They nodded and quietly stepped out, closing the door behind them.
After a while, the mother and her two children came out. Chaithanya, seated on a metal chair in the corridor, stood up as they exited. But to his surprise, the woman and her children suddenly knelt before him, bowing deeply with gratitude. Xiuying glanced at him, newfound respect in her eyes.
Startled, Chaithanya quickly helped them up. "You can call me Junhao. Nice to meet you."
The woman nodded. "My name is Rong, this is Shuya, and he's Tao. Nice to meet you too, sir."
"Stop calling me sir. Just call me Brother Junhao," he said with a gentle smile.
"Brother Junhao, thank you so much for everything," Rong said, bowing again.
"Now, now, stop that," Chaithanya replied with a helpless smile. "Do you know how to cook?"
"Yes, I can cook home-style meals," Rong nodded.
"Perfect. From now on, you'll be the cook at my mansion and help take care of the place," he said with a warm grin.
None of them noticed the faint blush that crossed her face every time she spoke to him.
Even though Rong had been begging for a few months, her figure still held graceful curves in all the right places. With no makeup on her face, her natural beauty shone through effortlessly.
He turned to Xiuying and said, "Take them shopping and buy all the daily necessities they need."
"Brother Junhao, we don't need new clothes. Used ones and some daily essentials will be enough for us," Rong said quickly. Her son and daughter both nodded in agreement with their mother's words.
Chaithanya shook his head. "You'll be working in my mansion as the chef. If you and your children don't have proper clothes, others will point fingers at me, saying the chef in my mansion can't even afford decent clothing."
After a moment of hesitation, Rong finally relented and nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile…
Section Chief Fang, Yan Mei, the young officers, and the rescued women slowly emerged from the old apartment, moving toward the barricade.
Reporters immediately crowded around, thrusting microphones with various channel logos toward Fang and bombarding her with questions.
Instead of responding to their inquiries, she took a deep breath and said, "It took us a lot of effort to subdue the thugs, but we're happy to report that the rescue operation was completed without any casualties. I'm proud this mission succeeded under my supervision, and I thank everyone who cooperated with public security and supported our efforts to maintain order."