Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 45 Coming

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The three young girls were extremely nervous.

They were all youthful girls dreaming of becoming stars and had been admitted to the Beijing Film Academy through their art examinations.

Although some of them came from relatively well-off families, they had never stayed in a five-star hotel before.

Their classmate Sara Zuck was always a very meticulous girl.

You wouldn’t see her showing off or spending money lavishly.

On the contrary, Sara was very careful with her expenses.

What they never expected, however, was that Sara had an older brother who could casually arrange for them to stay in a luxurious five-star hotel!

With starry-eyed fascination, the three girls were taken upstairs and then into a luxury suite, two to a room.

“Sara, what does your brother do?” After Yusuf Zuck escorted the four girls to their rooms, he took the elevator back down.

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“He’s a security guard here,” Sara replied blandly.

“Are you kidding us?

A security guard can just arrange luxury rooms like this?

And get the other security guards and staff to be so enthusiastic?

Who are you trying to fool?

Come on, what does your brother really do here?” The three classmates didn’t believe her, as it was inconceivable that a mere security guard would have such ability.

Even if he had the capability, it wouldn’t explain the hotel staff’s enthusiasm.

“He really is a security guard.

Let’s all wash up and go to bed,” Sara said, sounding a bit downcast.

She knew that tonight’s events weren’t over, but she didn’t know how her brother was going to deal with them.

She was worried about her brother.

Although she didn’t say it out loud, she was truly very anxious.

Seeing as Sara wasn’t in a good mood, the other classmates stopped probing.

Two girls returned to their own room, and another went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Yusuf Zuck entered Samuel Ross’s office, where six people were already gathered.

Maxwell Ross, Benedict Cooke, Floyd Hart, Gold Chain, Dharma Eye, and someone named Fleur Carson were among them.

When Yusuf Zuck came in, everyone turned their eyes toward him, and Samuel Ross tossed him a cigarette and said, “Otis Quinn will seek revenge.

Tonight, someone may come over in advance ‘to smooth things over.’ If they can’t find us tonight, they will most likely go to the school to look for your sister tomorrow.

So, be mentally prepared.”

“Also, make sure Ms.

Wilcox doesn’t find out about this,” Samuel Ross cautioned Yusuf Zuck with a glance.

“Yeah, I know,” Yusuf Zuck smiled and replied.

“Let’s wait and see.

Otis Quinn should make a move tonight, but it’s none of your business.

Everyone stay out of it!” Yusuf Zuck didn’t want these people to get involved—after all, making a living in Beijing was hard enough.

Offending the local heavies would make their lives even more difficult.

The security guards kept silent.

Being outsiders, they really couldn’t afford to offend the local bigshots.

“Alright, everyone back to your posts.

Hart, you’re on the parking lot tonight.

Stay sharp,” Samuel Ross gestured to the rest to leave.

“Got it,” said Floyd Hart with a nod before heading out.

Now only Samuel Ross and Yusuf Zuck remained in the office.

Even Benedict Cooke had put on his security uniform and headed out; it was unclear whether he was actually on duty or just pretending.

“Yusuf, I’m older than you, so it’s not out of line for you to call me ‘brother.’ You really acted recklessly today, and the other side will surely pursue the matter.

So we only have two choices,” Samuel Ross stressed the word ‘we’ to make it clear to Yusuf that they were in this together, and that Samuel himself had also been involved in going after Otis Quinn that night, which meant he couldn’t back out.

If Otis Quinn was pulling out a radish, he was bound to bring up the mud stuck to it—Samuel Ross and Benedict Cooke.

He had shown his face in front of Otis Quinn that night; how could Otis let him and Benedict Cooke off the hook?

So now he was tied to Yusuf Zuck.

“Tell me,” said Yusuf Zuck, nodding.

“One option is for us to immediately pack up and hightail it out of Beijing, as far away as possible.

Your sister would need to take a leave of absence from school.”

“The other option is to apologize, allow them to dictate the terms, but the outcome will be pretty grim!”

“There’s no third option?” Yusuf Zuck frowned.

“There is: find someone to mediate and negotiate peace.

Of course, it will probably cost a lot of money, which neither you nor I have.”

“Samuel, quit beating around the bush and lay it all out.

Heh, you don’t really plan to leave Beijing, do you?

I won’t, either.

We can’t just let ourselves be at their mercy, so let’s hear this plan you’ve got.

I’m all ears!” Yusuf Zuck knew that Samuel, the seasoned player in the social scene, certainly had a better way out—they were just probing each other.

Hearing Yusuf Zuck’s words, Samuel laughed and said, “I do have an idea, but you might not dare to do it!”

“Out with it,” Yusuf Zuck said with a smile.

“We need to find Dragon Gate,” Samuel took a deep breath, “To sort this mess out, we need Dragon Gate.

Just one word from him, and the problem’s as good as gone.”

“You mean threaten him?” Yusuf Zuck asked curiously.

“No,” Samuel Ross shook his head, “Dragon Gate is the kind of person who likely has many powerful people around him.

Although you’re a good fighter, you might not be up to his standards.

What I mean is that we should take the initiative to apologize to Dragon Gate, and show a willingness to join his ranks.

I’ve heard that Dragon Gate likes to gather strong fighters.

Otis Quinn caught his eye because he can fight.

If Dragon Gate thinks we’re of some use to him, he’ll likely step in and smooth things over for us!”

“You want to join him?” Yusuf Zuck understood immediately—Samuel was looking to climb a tall tree.

Dragon Gate was such a tree, and although Samuel had been in Beijing for many years, he might not have entered Dragon Gate’s inner circle.

Now, if they took the initiative to join Dragon Gate, he just might give them a break!

Even if he didn’t, at worst, they might end up losing a few fingers or ears, but the problem would be resolved in the end.

Dragon Gate wouldn’t kill three people over this.

In the end, they might only be physically damaged.

“You could put it that way.

I see this as an opportunity for us.

If we can jump over this hurdle with Dragon Gate, we’ll have leaped the Dragon Gate,” Samuel nodded.

“Captain, I don’t want to join them, so I’m not interested.

As for the matter with Otis Quinn, you and Marco Schmidt should also stay out of it for now.

I’ll deal with it on my own,” Yusuf Zuck immediately shook his head.

With a monthly salary of sixty thousand, why would he join any gang?

So he outright rejected Samuel Ross’s proposition.

Samuel Ross wanted to make a name for himself in the Earth Realm of the capital, but Yusuf had no such desire!

Samuel Ross fell silent, no longer trying to persuade him, while Yusuf continued, “Captain, don’t worry, I’ll handle the situation with Otis Quinn.” After saying this, he turned and walked out of the office.

Samuel Ross didn’t call him back but continued smoking.

Truth be told, they were really in big trouble.

If things went south, he wouldn’t be able to mix in the capital anymore, so he was genuinely distressed.

After Yusuf left the office, he sat down on a sofa in the hotel lobby.

The beautiful receptionist at the service desk took the initiative to pour him a coffee and sweetly addressed him as “Brother Yi”.

There was no helping it, Yusuf was now a person close to Ms.

Wilcox, and it was beneficial to curry favor with him.

Yusuf expressed his thanks, and after the receptionist left, he took out his phone to dial Fleur Carson’s number.

But Fleur Carson’s phone was turned off.

The reason he was looking for Fleur Carson was that there really was no one else available in the capital.

In case he hadn’t dealt with the Otis Quinn issue by tomorrow and had to accompany Ms.

Wilcox to Shanghai, what would he do about his sister?

If Fleur were in the capital, it would be a great help.

Fleur was the most suitable person to secretly protect his sister for a few days.

Unfortunately, Fleur seemed to have vanished.

His childhood friend from back home, Ozzy Parham, was reliable, but Ozzy was now running a legitimate business, so getting him involved wouldn’t be appropriate.

While Yusuf was pondering a solution, his phone suddenly rang.

It was from Sara Zuck.

“What’s up, Sara?” Yusuf asked with a smile.

“Bro, where are you?” Sara’s voice came softly.

“I’m just sitting in the lobby downstairs.”

“Are you… alright?

Should I take a break from school and go back to our hometown with you?” Sara spoke tentatively.

Yusuf said sternly, “Go back to our hometown?

You continue your studies, it’s fine.”

“Brother… I’m sorry.” Sara suddenly started crying.

She didn’t want her brother to revert to his old ways of fighting fiercely, but because of her, he was back on that path, and this time he had offended people from the capital’s underbelly.

This was what she least wanted and least wished to see.

Yet, because of her, her brother had gotten into a fight and injured someone again, and she didn’t know whether he’d get locked up again, or get his legs broken, or be slashed dozens of times?

So she was extremely scared inside, even if it didn’t show on the surface.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.

When I say it’s fine, it is fine.

Your tears make me want to kill someone, don’t cry…” Yusuf panicked immediately.

Sara was the apple of his eye; her tears genuinely threw him into disarray.

“Okay, I won’t cry.

I won’t go to school tomorrow.

Wherever you go, I will accompany you.

I have a holiday the day after tomorrow!” Sara restrained her tears and said.

“A holiday?

What holiday?” Yusuf was startled and asked.

Sara replied, “The National Day Golden Week, so many students are already leaving the campus.”

“It’s National Day already?

Great, great, I might go to Shanghai tomorrow.

You’ll come with me!” Yusuf suddenly became joyful.

He had been concerned about leaving his sister behind if he left tomorrow, but now that she was going on holiday, they could fly to Shanghai together first and work out the rest upon return.

“To Shanghai?

What for?” Sara asked curiously.

“I’m driving for our boss, got told to go along, and continue driving there for a few days!” Yusuf didn’t dare to admit he was also acting as a bodyguard on the side; he couldn’t let his sister know that, or she would worry even more.

“Really?

That’s great!” Sara sounded much more at ease, because if her brother could truly drive for the boss, then he would be safe.

“Really, get some sleep early.

We’ll leave together tomorrow.

You can have fun in Shanghai for seven days!” After Yusuf finished speaking, he hung up the call and stood up, looking outside.

Outside in the parking lot, suddenly a dozen off-road vehicles turned in, including six or seven Land Rovers, Toyota Land Cruisers, Jeep Grand Cherokees, Mercedes-Benz GLs, and so on.

At least fifteen or sixteen vehicles, all with their bright lights ablaze, parked in a line, dazzling Floyd Hart who was patrolling the lot so much that he could hardly open his eyes.

Samuel Ross suddenly strode out of the office.

Benedict Cooke, with a rubber baton slung around his waist, also emerged from a dark corner.

“Bang bang bang bang bang!” the people from those dozen off-road vehicles started getting out one after another, slamming the car doors with loud thuds.

And Yusuf saw that about half of those getting out didn’t look like good people—some had tattoos on their arms, some wore gold chains on their necks, others had messenger bags slung over them and wore caps, and so on.

Nearly forty people, all jumped out of the cars.

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