Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 44 10 Mouths 800000

44: Chapter 44: 10 Mouths, 800000

44 -44: 10 Mouths, 800000

Yusuf Zuck had actually been furious for a while, his heart raging like a firestorm — his sister forced to drink, even slapped across the face?

In his entire life, the two people he cared most about were his mother and his sister.

His sister was the apple of his eye, and if anyone bullied her, he had the heart to kill them.

He didn’t care about any Red Gang or Green Gang; when he fought in the past, it was as if he was on a suicide mission, not to mention now.

To put it bluntly, he was like God incarnate, a deity in his own right.

With his current abilities, was smacking around any member of these gangs even worth considering?

As Yusuf Zuck gave Otis Quinn a cold look, Otis Quinn couldn’t help but laugh angrily, while he leaned back onto the sofa casually, saying, “So, you want to slap me ten times, and then I’ll pay you eight hundred thousand, is that it?”

“Have you chosen to be a moron?” Yusuf Zuck raised his eyebrow, his words harsh, implying that Otis Quinn was being idiotic.

“I choose your f***ing mother, kill him for me!” Otis Quinn exploded with rage.

Even if the man before him came from an official family, he was determined to make an example out of him today, to show who should and shouldn’t be messed with.

Suddenly, he made his move, hurling a wine bottle from the table at Yusuf Zuck while the enforcers who had stood up also charged him head-on.

Yusuf Zuck had locked onto Otis Quinn with his Divine Consciousness, so when Otis Quinn threw the bottle, he merely tilted his head to dodge, then swiftly rose to his feet and leapt into the air with one foot on the tea machine!

“Bang!” The fastest charging enforcer was kicked in the face and then collapsed motionless on the floor.

“Bang!

Bang Bang Bang Bang!” Riding the momentum of the rebound, Yusuf Zuck used both elbows and knees to strike.

Without any unnecessarily fancy moves, his attacks were both swift and ruthless.

He smashed a knee into one man’s face, an elbow struck another’s neck, and the last one received a slap across the face that sent a dozen teeth flying with a scream before falling to the floor in agony.

In less than ten seconds, Benedict Cooke hadn’t even had a chance to move before several enforcers were downed by Yusuf Zuck.

Witnessing their miserable states, Benedict Cooke took a sharp breath.

Yusuf Zuck was too brutal — this wasn’t a fight, this was a life-threatening assault!

Moreover, Benedict Cooke finally experienced Yusuf Zuck’s explosive power.

Yusuf Zuck’s hands were like Iron Hammers — a curse to anyone they hit.

“Stop it, stop it now!” The previously silent KTV manager finally reacted and shouted for them to stop!

However, Yusuf Zuck wasn’t about to listen to him, and so he charged toward Otis Quinn.

“Security, security!

Get up here, to the seventh floor, Room 707, hurry up!” The manager shouted into the walkie-talkie.

The women by Otis Quinn’s side were petrified with fear, and Yusuf Zuck’s sister, Sara Zuck, along with a few classmates, had turned deathly pale, but none of them dared make a sound.

Otis Quinn had risen to his feet long ago.

As Yusuf Zuck took down the first man, Otis Quinn stood up because he realized this young man was tough, with real martial arts skills.

As Yusuf Zuck rushed toward him, Otis Quinn also assumed a fighting stance, ready to confront him!

He was a Red Gang enforcer.

And what was a Red Gang enforcer?

These were the fighter team leaders, the enforcers who could really throw down.

Otis Quinn was singled out by ‘Brother Dao’ and had made a name for himself in the capital precisely because he could fight.

He had fought in the Black Fist, he had even killed.

So he wasn’t afraid of a fight, and he wasn’t daunted by someone who could fight back, because fighting was all about brutality.

This young man in front of him was brutal, but he could be even more so!

He would fight to kill, but would the young man dare to take his life?

So being able to fight didn’t necessarily mean victory.

With a “Bang!” both moved incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Yusuf Zuck’s fist landed on Otis Quinn’s shoulder, and Otis Quinn’s foot kicked Yusuf Zuck’s calf.

Yusuf Zuck was shocked because he had been monitoring Otis Quinn’s subtle movements with his telekinesis, but Otis Quinn was too quick, and Yusuf Zuck hadn’t been able to dodge in time.

However, the two separated as soon as they touched.

Yusuf Zuck’s calf bent slightly, while Otis Quinn nearly fell over, his arm trembling because Yusuf Zuck’s force was so great that his entire right arm went numb.

“I’ll give you another chance, ten slaps, eight hundred thousand!” Yusuf Zuck suddenly said in a deep voice.

“Who do you think you are?” How could Otis Quinn let someone slap him?

He looked at Yusuf Zuck with cold eyes, saying, “If you’ve got the guts, kill me today, or this isn’t over!”

“Alright, as you wish!” Yusuf Zuck suddenly lunged again, while Otis Quinn let out a roar, his fists turning to claws as he fiercely scraped towards Yusuf Zuck’s throat!

“Break!”

“Crack crack crack!” Yusuf Zuck’s fist collided with Otis Quinn’s claw, and Otis Quinn’s arm suddenly emitted the sound of breaking bones.

“Aah!” Even as a tough guy, Otis Quinn couldn’t bear the excruciating pain of multiple fractures in his arm and screamed as he staggered back into a corner.

Everyone in the room was terrified.

Was Yusuf Zuck a reincarnated Golden Protector?

His power was overwhelming — to fracture an opponent’s arm with a punch?

Samuel Ross’s scalp tingled, as did Benedict Cooke’s.

When they had sparred with Yusuf Zuck before, he had held back, which was why they hadn’t suffered broken bones.

If Yusuf Zuck had used that kind of force back then, they would probably be in the hospital right now, wouldn’t they?

But how did Yusuf Zuck develop such power?

Had he taken up Qigong?

They had heard that those who practiced Qigong possessed the strength of a bull, and Yusuf Zuck must indeed have the strength of a bull now, right?

“Marco, there are people coming from outside.

Cover for me while I finish this!” Yusuf Zuck then strode towards Otis Quinn as he noticed a dozen security guards running through the corridor with his telekinesis.

Benedict Cooke turned and walked out the door.

Otis Quinn was unable to fight any longer.

Drenched in sweat as if he were exsanguinated, he couldn’t muster any strength.

He was also struck with fear, for he had finally encountered a legendary internal martial artist.

Only an internal martial artist could unleash such immense power in an instant.

Yet in this day and age, genuine internal artists were exceedingly rare.

Some were said to exist, but they had all been specially recruited into the state security department within the South Sea compound.

Essentially, they were seldom seen in public, and despite mixing in the capital for so long, he had never seen one!

And perhaps this young man was so domineering because he was an internal martial artist?

“I’ll pay the 800,000!” Seeing Yusuf Zuck approaching, Otis Quinn gritted his teeth and accepted defeat.

One can lose a fight but can’t lose face; if he really got slapped ten times, he wouldn’t be able to mix in the capital anymore—the people in the underworld would laugh their teeth off.

“Whose cheeks should I slap for those ten slaps?” asked Yusuf Zuck in a cold voice.

“I can forgo the 800,000, but the ten slaps are a must.

Who do you suggest I slap?”

“Don’t—don’t hit me,” the woman exclaimed in terror as she leapt up and ran towards the door.

However, Yusuf Zuck didn’t even turn his head, nor did he stop her, because Samuel Ross was still there, and Samuel wouldn’t let the woman leave.

True to form, when the woman ran up to Samuel Ross, he pushed her back.

“Troublemaker, get over here!” Otis Quinn suddenly cursed.

“How many times have you caused trouble for me?

I’ll beat you to death today!” As he spoke, he propped himself up and walked toward the woman.

Yusuf Zuck’s gaze darkened.

This Otis Quinn was going to be a big problem in the future because he lacked principles.

To save face, he was ready to beat his own woman.

Such a person had no bottom line; he was capable of anything.

With a “SMACK!” Otis Quinn wound up and struck the woman’s face with his other hand, while she didn’t dare to dodge, kneeling and crying nonstop on the ground!

But Yusuf Zuck had no sympathy for that woman.

Such women were indeed troublemakers; many men have been brought down by their kind.

“Brother, let’s drop it and go,” Sara Zuck ran up to Yusuf Zuck’s side and shook her head at him.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Yusuf Zuck nodded in agreement.

Now, neither the KTV nor Otis Quinn had called the police, so this incident hadn’t blown up.

But once the police were called, it would be bad for Sara’s studies, so he knew it was time to leave.

With his rage vented on the woman, Otis Quinn kept smacking her hard while cursing all the while.

As Yusuf Zuck walked by Otis Quinn with Sara and the other three girls following, he paused and said, “The 800,000, not a penny less.

My sister’s face isn’t for just anyone to hit!

You can deliver the money to the Ferreni Grand Hotel cashier by dawn.

If it’s not there before daylight…

we won’t consider this matter closed.” After speaking, Yusuf Zuck walked out.

Otis Quinn didn’t utter another word, nor did the few underlings who had sobered up.

As for the manager, who seemed to know Otis Quinn, he didn’t voice any opinions since Otis Quinn was silent.

In such a place, fights happened every day, and if the guests could settle it privately, they didn’t want to call the police.

The police presence would affect business, which was the last thing desirable in such places.

Outside, the security guards, having received no orders, simply stepped aside.

The one called Bright was among them, stretching his neck to look inside.

He didn’t know what had happened inside, but obviously, Brother Samuel and his friend were not much affected.

Soon, without further discussion, the group reached the parking lot and got straight into the Buick van.

The van was spacious, easily fitting seven or eight people.

“Where to?” Samuel Ross asked.

“Back to the hotel, I guess.

At this hour, their dormitory would probably be locked,” Yusuf Zuck replied with a smile.

“Yeah, it’s too late to return,” Sara nodded.

She was calm, asking and saying nothing, serene throughout.

The other three girls were already frightened out of their wits, and they also didn’t know what Sara’s brother did for a living.

They were somewhat afraid of him—he seemed too ruthless, like someone from the underworld.

But since he was Sara’s brother, they presumed he wouldn’t harm them, so they didn’t object when he mentioned going back to the hotel.

“Yusuf Zuck, Otis Quinn will seek revenge.

Think about what you’ll do in the future,” Samuel said while driving.

“I know.

Let’s talk about that later, let them rest for now,” Yusuf Zuck shook his head at Samuel, indicating that some things should not be discussed in the car.

He didn’t want his sister to hear about any misdeeds.

Soon, the car drove back to the Ferreni Hotel’s parking lot, and Floyd Hart, who was on duty, grinned broadly as he ran over when he saw the Buick car.

“Wow, Boss, Marco, Yusuf Zuck, what’s this…

uh uh uh…” Floyd was stunned as he saw Yusuf Zuck and the three others get out of the car followed by four stunning beauties.

All four girls were tall, gorgeous—the kind you would expect at a film academy, all top-notch beauties.

And judging by their innocent expressions, they all looked like student beauties!

“Scram, just go to the front desk and open two rooms for Yusuf’s sister.

Put it on my tab!” Samuel was afraid Floyd would blab something untoward, so before Floyd could respond, Samuel made it clear these were not escorts but Yusuf’s sister and schoolmates.

“Uh uh uh, alright, alright, welcome!” Floyd nodded repeatedly, silent as a mouse and immediately ran toward the hotel lobby.

Meanwhile, Sara’s three classmates had stars in their eyes—it was a five-star hotel!

And Sara’s brother was booking a room for them.

What did her brother do for a living?

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