Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 46 This is Not Over

46: Chapter 46: This is Not Over

46 -46: This is Not Over

Some people are born with an incredibly powerful aura, one that cannot be imitated.

Those from the underworld also have this aura, some showcase themselves as hooligans through their attire, expressions, and actions, but others, without any particular outfit, can still instill fear in those who glance at them.

The sight of dozens of men jumping out of SUVs simultaneously was startling, at least it completely petrified Floyd Hart, the security guard, who stood frozen in the parking area, hardly daring to move.

Of course, those who got out of the vehicles didn’t come charging with cleavers or bats; instead, they leaned against their cars, some smoking, some on the phone, others chatting away idly.

Only two of them approached, one a woman, the other a tall, burly man.

The woman wasn’t old, probably in her mid-twenties. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She wore a cheongsam, a scarf around her neck, and high heels.

Her lips were red, her hair was up, and on her left wrist was a square leather wristwatch, while her right was adorned with Buddha Beads.

The woman was very reserved, and didn’t cast looks around, exuding an air of quiet elegance.

The burly man following her was at least one meter ninety tall, resembling a basketball player.

His attire was simple: a teal jacket, jeans, and walking shoes.

However, he too was carrying a leather case in his hand.

Floyd Hart didn’t dare to approach and stood there, motionless in the parking lot, letting the elegant woman pass by him, her perfume wafting through the air.

Samuel Ross did not go outside; he stood at the lobby’s floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette between two fingers.

On the other hand, Benedict Cooke stood inside by the revolving door, looking like a proper security guard.

Yusuf Zuck was at the right side window, watching the outside.

The revolving door spun as the little giant pushed it, and the woman in the cheongsam walked in, heading straight to the bar.

She didn’t even glance at Benedict Cooke, or at Maxwell Ross and Yusuf Zuck standing on either side of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The two bartenders were already quite curious because the hotel’s exterior lights were so bright, it seemed many cars had arrived.

Of course, they didn’t know what had happened and didn’t anticipate any fights or the like, so when the woman approached, the two bartenders greeted her with a smile, asking how they could assist her.

The staff at a five-star hotel are certainly of good quality.

“Someone asked me to leave the eight hundred thousand here,” the woman in the cheongsam said indifferently.

“Could you call him over to sign for it?”

“Eight hundred thousand?

Leave it here?” The two bartenders were somewhat taken aback.

Was it a company executive?

But eight hundred thousand is not a small amount—it would be precarious to leave at the front desk.

“Mm, or perhaps, you could sign for it?” the woman in the cheongsam suggested, her mouth curling into a smile.

Would these female bartenders dare to receive the eight hundred thousand she was ditching?

“They don’t need to sign for it, I’m here!” Yusuf Zuck called out from behind, having already approached near the woman in the cheongsam and the little giant.

The woman in the cheongsam turned slowly, as did the little giant, fixing their gaze on him.

Within her detached gaze was a hint of playfulness; after sweeping her eyes up and down Yusuf Zuck, she nodded, “Write a note then; we’ve brought the money!”

“A note?

What note?” Yusuf Zuck squinted his eyes.

They were actually giving the money?

What was this about?

“Just write a receipt to acknowledge I’ve delivered the money, and you’ve received it,” the woman in the cheongsam said calmly.

“We cannot write such a receipt,” Samuel Ross interjected, walking up to stand beside Yusuf Zuck.

“You don’t issue receipts, so the money can’t be left behind.

That’s the rule!” the woman glanced at Samuel Ross and said.

Yusuf Zuck laughed, “That’s your rule, not mine!”

“Then I’m sorry, but we can’t accept this money,” the cheongsam-clad woman shrugged.

“Fine, but I’ve already told Otis Quinn, without this money, he and I are not done!” Yusuf Zuck was actually still not finished with the opponent!

That’s right, that slap his sister received was no small matter.

Was his sister’s drink something that just anyone could spike?

He truly wasn’t done.

You see, his sister’s face was a star’s face; she was relying on that face to become hugely famous in the future.

So, having it hit by a thug’s woman, how could he just let it go?

Even though Otis Quinn seemed to have some clout and had stirred up quite a scene, Yusuf wasn’t scared.

Maybe the Yusuf of the past would have panicked and become disoriented at the sight of such a scene, but not now.

He was neither panicked nor disoriented, for he was Invisible; he possessed a superpower that normal humans didn’t, so Otis Quinn had to pay up a steep price.

Those eight hundred thousand he had to get.

“Hehe,” the cheongsam woman gave a light smile, then turned and walked away.

The young giant gave Yusuf Zuck and Samuel Ross a cold glance, then followed the woman with large strides.

Yusuf Zuck scratched his chin, knowing he couldn’t just forcefully take the money; he needed to make them willingly give it to him.

Just as the woman in the cheongsam reached the revolving door on her high heels, Yusuf Zuck suddenly said, “Tell Otis Quinn that I will come for him, and also, there will be interest on that eight hundred thousand!”

“We await you any time!” The woman in the cheongsam didn’t turn back, but responded indifferently before walking out.

Seeing the woman and the young giant leave, Samuel Ross frowned and looked at Yusuf Zuck, “Yusuf, what are you trying to do?” Samuel had initially wanted to downplay the incident, hoping to have a good talk with the woman and then compensate Otis Quinn with some money, even if it meant paying out of his own pocket.

But Yusuf Zuck just wouldn’t let it go and insisted on not giving up.

“My sister’s face is worth more than his life.

Captain, this is not over, I’m not joking!” Yusuf Zuck watched coldly as the SUVs began to leave one after another, his lips curling into a sinister sneer.

Samuel Ross was momentarily taken aback, but then he suddenly chuckled, “Alright, alright, you want to play?

I’m involved now too, so I’ll go mad with you to the end.

I’ll start investigating that Otis Quinn right now!”

“Good, when the time comes, I’ll split five hundred thousand between you and Benedict Cooke,” Yusuf Zuck laughed.

“Haha, sounds nice, but reality is harsh.

However, since you want to play, I’ll join you for a wild ride.” Samuel Ross, an old hand at the game, knew that Yusuf wasn’t joking but was out for blood.

Moreover, Samuel had seen for himself Yusuf’s ruthlessness previously.

Besides, he was already implicated; he and Yusuf were tied to the same stake, and it seemed impossible to have a peaceful resolution.

Even if he were to give in, the other party would likely leave him crippled, so it seemed better to gamble with Yusuf and go crazy once.

“I’m going to delete the surveillance footage from here first.

These bastards are cunning, and they’ll surely come to check the footage tomorrow.

Tell Benedict Cooke and Marco Schmidt, just say they don’t know us,” Samuel instructed the front desk, mouthing off.

“Understood,” Yusuf nodded.

Samuel was experienced and thorough in his actions.

Yusuf watched Samuel’s receding figure, thinking to himself: If Samuel can really help him find out everything about Otis Quinn, he wouldn’t mind getting closer to him in the future.

Samuel was dependable; having a true friend like him was worth a hundred false ones.

Meanwhile, the cheongsam-clad woman who had departed was in a Land Rover making a phone call: “Dao Ge, the guys have been seen, they won’t get away, someone is watching them.”

The voice on the phone responded indifferently, “Find out their specific information, then call me back.” The call was ended.

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