Special forces soldier Chen Xiao, codenamed “Mountain Hawk,” goes undercover in India to hunt down “Poison Croc,” the arms tycoon who killed his comrade. Disguised under the alias Babul Khan, he poses as a stammering, scar-faced milk tea vendor.
He plans to keep a low profile, but then the Side Hustle King System activates: the more he slacks off at his main job, the more outrageous his side-hustle rewards become. The masala milk tea he casually makes comes with a truth-serum effect; his caramel crunch balls can heal old injuries; and the flatbreads he kneads help people master internal strength in three days. His milk tea shop explodes in popularity, growing from a roadside stall into a chain empire, with franchisees fighting to throw money at him. Chen Xiao is forced to become a “milk tea tycoon,” counting his cash while grumbling, “I just wanted to keep a low profile!”
His customer list grows increasingly bizarre: the alluring widow Savika suffers from a chilling poison whenever the moon is full, and when Chen Xiao gives her “ancient martial arts massage” late at night, her gaze shifts from gratitude to desire. Then there’s Lilia, an eighteen-year-old arms heiress with silver hair and an obsessive streak. After one sip of his milk tea, she launches into a furious pursuit: “Marry me, or I’ll blow up your shop!”
When “Poison Croc” gathers bodyguards at the Martial King level to surround him, he discovers in horror that his private army is all lined up to buy milk tea, his underground arms depot has been folded into the franchise network, and the “special supply” milk tea he drinks every day comes from that “honest” shopkeeper.
At the moment of the raid, the special forces burst in: the owner of a million-dollar business empire has two stunning women clinging to his arms, while the mercenaries obediently surrender with cups in hand. Chen Xiao slowly removes his little round cap. “I’m just a milk tea shop owner who wants to go home... and, by the way, I bought the entire dark web.”
