Chapter 13: Throwing Down the Gauntlet

Mu Jiu yawned lazily.
“Oh, do as you please. I’m going back to bed. So noisy early in the morning—aren’t you guys annoying?”

She wasn’t worried at all. Her main gate and the solid iron fence around her property were connected to a high-voltage electric grid.

She had simply never turned it on before out of consideration for maintaining good neighborly relations.

But if they were going to force their way in, she wasn’t going to play nice. Casually, she flipped the main switch that activated the current on the gate and outer wall.

No need to go full force—medium setting would do just fine.

Then, she turned and went back inside.

The moment she shut her inner door, the housekeepers outside exploded in fury.

They expected resistance while collecting food door to door, but they hadn’t expected someone to be this bold and defiant.

The lead housekeeper barked:

“Everyone, charge!

Damn it, if we don’t tear down her wall today, I’m not worthy of my last name!

Let her act cocky! In a bit, strip that bitch naked, take photos, and post them in the group chat.

Let all those unwilling to hand over food see the price of messing with the Housekeeping Department!”

On his command, eight burly housekeepers rushed forward and slammed into Mu Jiu’s gate and iron fence—

ZZZZZZZT—CRACKLE—ZZZZZZT!

The gate and fence didn’t budge an inch…

But the eight men who had just crashed into them were instantly electrocuted—arms and legs scorched from the contact.

Even through thick clothing, blue smoke curled from their bodies like roasted pork skin, forming blisters and oozing pus.

Screams tore through the resort like pigs being slaughtered, followed by the thuds of bodies hitting the ground, unconscious.

The atmosphere instantly turned eerie. The rest of the housekeepers looked at each other in shock.

They knew this villa was a long-term rental and had been renovated, but no one expected the gate itself to be electrified!

All eyes turned to team leader Housekeeper Jin, silently asking for instructions.

Jin had just declared he’d tear down the villa—and now he was humiliated in seconds…

“What are you all staring at? Save them—NOW!”

Panic surged in Jin’s chest. There were factions even within the housekeeping department.

He had worked hard to form this squad under his control, planning to make a fortune amid the current chaos.

And now? His 18-man team had just lost 8 to injury…

He was furious. If he had a tank, he would have leveled the whole place right then and there.

Especially since there was no medical help anymore—if his team lost half its strength, other groups might swallow them up!

Inside her home, Mu Jiu calmly made breakfast, watching through the window as the housekeepers dragged off the electrocuted men.

She had already shown mercy—medium voltage only burned the skin.

If she had cranked it to full power, it would’ve fried their internal organs. Not fatal maybe, but definitely crippling.

She figured if they had even a bit of sense, they wouldn’t dare come again.

But unfortunately… they didn’t.

By the time she finished breakfast, the group chat was in flames—she’d been @-mentioned dozens of times.

Opening the photos sent to her, she found images of the injured men’s burns—arms, legs, backs, waists—anywhere that touched the electrified fence was now scorched.

After some sharpening filters were applied, the wounds looked grotesque and horrifying.

The housekeeping department tagged @050, accusing her of intentionally electrocuting staff and delaying service to residents, demanding an explanation.

With them taking the lead and uploading dozens of injury photos, other residents quickly joined the chorus.

They condemned Mu Jiu for being too harsh—injuring all the housekeepers. Who would bring firewood now?

Some clueless ones even said her electric fence was too dangerous. What if there was a leak and it electrocuted innocent people at the hot spring nearby?

After all, as long as they weren’t the ones suffering, no one truly empathized.

Mu Jiu wasn’t someone who liked to argue. Trying to reason with the unreasonable was like playing the lute to a cow.

She simply clipped the most damning surveillance footage and dropped it in the group chat, letting the fools judge for themselves:

“Miss Mu lives alone. Aren’t you afraid of fires, break-ins, or even murder?”

“You better behave—or one day you’ll be buried in the snow and no one will find your body!”

“Let her act tough! Strip that bitch naked and post the pics—let everyone see what happens when you defy the Housekeeping Department!”

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Every vicious threat, every scene of the muscle-bound men charging her gate, was clearly shown in the footage.

The group exploded.

Because the things those housekeepers said weren’t just threats to her—they could happen to anyone in the resort.

The Housekeeping Department’s sheepish facade was torn clean off. There was no hiding it now.

Since the masks were off, Jin went all in and posted a direct threat in the group:

If Mu Jiu didn’t hand over her chickens and ducks by sundown and apologize to the injured housekeepers,
the Housekeeping Department would cut off her water and electricity.

They assumed without power, her electric fence would be useless.

His final ultimatum: if by 8 p.m. they didn’t see those poultry, he’d personally come and take them.

And when that time came—they wouldn’t be gentle.
If things got broken or someone got hurt—don’t bother crying!

The group chat went dead silent. No one spoke up. No one dared defend her.

But no matter how long they waited, Mu Jiu didn’t cave or beg.

After reading Jin’s threats, she just gave a dismissive chuckle, tossed her phone aside, and went to do her daily workout.

She didn’t take them seriously at all.

Water and electricity? Her villa didn’t lack either. Her space had plenty of both.

That 6 million renovation cost? It included independent water and power systems. Otherwise, what was the point of having an expensive high-voltage fence?

These people really had no backup plans. Always too proud—thinking everyone else was stupid.

In the service hall, Jin craned his neck waiting all day. Sunset came and went—still no sign of Mu Jiu.

He wondered if she’d lost signal, gotten scared sick, or couldn’t get out of bed.

But Jin was no softie.

At exactly 8 p.m., he coldly ordered his men to cut the power and water to Villa 050.

Then he marched toward her home with ten other housekeepers, all armed with weapons of their choosing.

But before they even got close, Jin’s brow furrowed deeply.

He smacked one of his underlings on the back of the head.
“I told you to cut the power! Are you screwing with me?”

The guy looked blank. “I did cut it!”

“Don’t play dumb! Look at that house—Villa 050 is lit up like daytime! What kind of power did you cut!?”