Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 47 Brother Dao

47: Chapter 47: Brother Dao

47 -47: Brother Dao

In the supreme private room of the Imperial Court Nightclub in the capital, a young man in his late twenties, dressed in a stand-up collar Zhongshan suit and looking quite scholarly, was sipping red wine while listening to a middle-aged man in traditional Chinese attire report to him.

“Each of them was defeated with a single move, a punch that knocked down the opponent.

So, judging from the strength, it’s either an external martial art practiced to perfection or just at the ‘beginner’s threshold’.”

“Oh, tell me more about the specific circumstances at the time,” the young man said indifferently.

Instead of answering the young man directly, the middle-aged man in traditional attire paused, then said, “It wasn’t intentional, it was coincidental.” After that, he recounted the story of how Otis Quinn’s girlfriend got into a dispute with several college girls, how Otis Quinn then stepped in, and finally, how the girls’ reinforcements arrived and so on.

“That really was a coincidence, then.

As long as it’s a coincidence, all is good.

Old Wu, how do you think this should be resolved?” the young man said, crossing his legs.

“What does Ariel Higgins say?” Old Wu asked in return.

“I didn’t ask for specifics, she just said she saw the person, and is keeping an eye on them.

I told her to investigate!” The young man is none other than Yusuf Zuck, a recognized figure in the capital’s society.

Many in the capital know ‘Brother Dao’; he is wealthy, comes from a powerful family, and is ruthless, which makes him quite influential in the city.

Few know Brother Dao’s real name because he usually uses aliases when he’s out in the world, much like the Imperial Court Nightclub, which is one of his properties.

Officially, though, the registered legal person isn’t him but someone else.

Yet, he is indeed the true big boss, even if some of the nightclub’s department managers aren’t aware of it.

Sometimes, he keeps a low profile, but when he’s high-profile, he can utterly terrify people.

After pondering for a moment, Old Wu replied, “Best to ask Ariel Higgins.

We should get her impression of the person after meeting them.

It’s important.”

“Alright, you ask her,” Brother Dao said nonchalantly, but Old Wu could tell that Brother Dao seemed to already have a plan in mind.

Thinking over it, he decided to proactively call Ariel Higgins.

After all, knowing both the enemy and oneself is the key to victory in every battle, and he didn’t want Brother Dao to get into serious trouble.

Ariel Higgins, the woman in the qipao who went looking for Yusuf Zuck with a small giant carrying 800,000, is one of Brother Dao’s core members.

She is completely trustworthy and also possesses a unique ability.

When the call connected, Ariel Higgins got straight to the point, “What’s up, Uncle Wu?”

Old Wu is close to Brother Dao, so people typically call him Uncle Wu.

He’s quite mysterious and also helps Brother Dao deal with some of the less savoury aspects of their business.

“Talk about your encounter with that guy,” commanded Old Wu calmly.

“Very arrogant!” Ariel Higgins laughed, “When I left, he even claimed it wasn’t over, but I suspect he has some connection to the Ferreni Grand Hotel.

I should have more information by tomorrow morning.”

“He claimed it wasn’t over?” Old Wu nodded, “Okay, got it.” After saying this, he hung up the phone without waiting for further response and glanced at Brother Dao, “Let’s decide after we investigate further tomorrow.

It’s not wise to rush to conclusions now.”

Brother Dao didn’t respond to Old Wu; instead, he swirled the wine glass in his hand, “Otis Quinn got his hand broken, which is like a slap to my face.

This has probably already spread, so there are two principles.”

“Go ahead,” Uncle Wu said, bowing slightly.

“First, if he has backing, destroy his Cultivation Level and cripple his limbs.

Second, if he has no backing, kill him directly and sell his sister off to Africa!” Brother Dao was ruthless, his seemingly casual words were filled with murderous intent, which even Uncle Wu could feel.

“And if his backing exceeds ours?” Old Wu asked cautiously.

Brother Dao relaxed with a smile and took a sip of his red wine, “Aside from those in Zhongnanhai, what does having backing really mean?

In this era, it’s all about the money.

I am wealthy, so I can make the devils work for me and grind soybeans.”

“Remember this, Old Wu.

When others bite us like dogs, we must tear them apart like wolves.

That’s my principle in life.

Just do as I said.”

“But…” Old Wu wanted to persuade Brother Dao to not be impulsive, but Brother Dao waved his hand with a smile, “I know what you’re going to say, something about him possibly being a disciple of some internal martial arts school, right?

But let me tell you, in this day and age, fists are no match for this!” He pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his bag and threw it onto the table.

“He may know how to fight, and his family too, but with a few hundred of these, I can wipe out his lineage.

So, that’s the plan.”

“Got it, I know what to do,” realized Old Wu.

Martial artists in this era weren’t anything special; he himself was one.

The time when martial arts were revered had passed; now fighters were either struggling to make ends meet or serving as loyal dogs and enforcers for the wealthy.

The age of martial artists was over; now was the era of money above all.

As Old Wu turned to leave, the manager of the Imperial Court Nightclub knocked and came in.

The manager of the Imperial Court Nightclub was a big-bellied man, with a belly like a general’s, clearly someone who could drink a lot.

“Brother Dao, we have two new girls today, one eighteen and one nineteen, both over 1.7 meters tall, college students working part-time, fresh as ‘pink mushrooms’—I’ve seen them,” the chubby man reported with a snicker as he sat down beside Brother Dao.

“You’ve seen them?

Did you sleep with them?” Brother Dao’s face instantly changed.

Just a moment ago, when speaking with Old Wu, he had seemed proper and high-class.

However, at the mention of the chubby man’s words, he became excited and his eyes lit up.

“I wouldn’t dare without you trying them first.

I just took a few peeks during the interview.

Damn, so tender!” the chubby man licked his lips.

Brother Dao laughed heartily, “Bring them over, quick.

Bloody hell, the drug from yesterday was too intimidating; I still haven’t recovered.

Need to keep venting, keep venting.”

“Okay, but use protection.

They’re not working girls.

These college kids, damn, you can hardly find virgins anymore,” the chubby man lamented.

“We’ll see when the time comes.

I honestly don’t like using those things,” Brother Dao said, looking annoyed.

The chubby man nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I don’t like it either.

But even decent families are uncertain these days.

The social atmosphere is just too rotten.

Which one is really decent?

They’re all selling hats, and they’re all selling green hats at that.”

“Haha.” Hearing the fat man’s words, Brother Dao burst into laughter.

…

At one in the morning, Ruth Wilcox finally finished her work.

Then all company vehicles were dispatched to take colleagues without cars home, one by one, even Yusuf Zuck drove the A8 to drop off the Deputy Director of the Marketing Department.

It was two in the morning when Ruth Wilcox, looking exhausted, finally got into the car.

“Ms.

Wilcox, you should just stay at a hotel.

By the time you get home, it’ll nearly be daylight,” Yusuf Zuck said as he watched her get into the car, suddenly feeling that being rich wasn’t easy—she was genuinely busy.

“My luggage is at home, and I need to pack a bit for my flight at nine tomorrow morning, so I can sleep in a bit,” Ruth Wilcox said as she stretched her shoulders.

“Why do you need luggage for just a few days?” Yusuf Zuck asked, puzzled.

Ruth Wilcox thought for a moment and said, “I’ll be back in two to three days.

The others are on vacation, so they’ll be staying to enjoy Shanghai.”

“Just two to three days and you need luggage?” Yusuf Zuck curled his lip, thinking women are such a hassle!

Ruth Wilcox gave Yusuf Zuck a look, “Don’t you change your underwear every day?”

“Er…

okay, okay, we’ll bring luggage!” Yusuf Zuck conceded, knowing that many women indeed change their underwear daily, and Ms.

Wilcox was clearly one of those women.

“Ms.

Wilcox…

there’s something I’d like to ask you, if that’s okay,” Yusuf Zuck said as he drove, “After you’re done with your business, could we stay an extra day in Shanghai?”

“Stay an extra day?

What for?” Ruth Wilcox was taken aback, but then she smiled and said, “You want to spend a day in Shanghai too?

Sure, that sounds good…

let’s stay a day.” She stuck out her tongue, almost slipping up.

“Great, thanks, Ms.

Wilcox.

My sister will be in Shanghai, too; we three can hang out together!” Yusuf Zuck said with a smile.

“Your sister is going too?

Tomorrow?” Ruth Wilcox asked, perplexed.

“Yep, I booked her ticket at the hotel earlier; she’s on the same flight as us,” Yusuf Zuck said.

In those few hours, he was also busy arranging his sister’s travel through an airline booking service available at the hotel, so he booked Sara Zuck a seat on the nine o’clock flight.

“Hmm, have you booked a place to stay in Shanghai after the flight?” Ruth Wilcox asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Not yet, I was actually going to ask where we’re staying, so I could book her a hotel too.

It’ll be easier to take care of her if we’re staying together,” Yusuf Zuck replied candidly; after all, it wasn’t anything secretive or shameful.

Ruth Wilcox responded, “You don’t need to book for her; we’ll stay together.

I’ll make the arrangements.”

“Is that alright?” Yusuf Zuck asked, glancing at her through the rear-view mirror.

Ruth Wilcox gave Yusuf Zuck a look, “Just drive, don’t spit!”

“Got it, will do,” Yusuf Zuck replied with a grin, speeding up.

Ms.

Wilcox didn’t say much.

Despite her cool exterior, she had a warm heart—a good gal!

“By the way, I locked that million of yours in the safe in my office.

When will you take it?” Ruth Wilcox suddenly remembered the million-dollar matter, surprised that Yusuf Zuck had yet to bring it up.

“Just leave it there, I still have over twenty thousand in my pocket, which is plenty for my sister to enjoy Shanghai with,” Yusuf Zuck said.

He wasn’t eager to touch that million, as it belonged to Fleur Carson.

“Oh, we’ll deposit it in the bank when we get back, you’ll earn some interest,” Ruth Wilcox said indifferently.

“Sure, I’ve actually been thinking about how to turn that million into more money.

It’s not really mine, but I can invest it.

I’m a simple guy, though; I can’t think of any profitable schemes,” he admitted.

“You could invest in some funds or stocks,” she suggested.

“I really don’t know about that.

How about you help me trade?” Yusuf Zuck asked tentatively.

“Better not, I don’t trade either,” Ruth Wilcox immediately shook her head, confirming she wasn’t into trading stocks.

As they talked, they arrived back at the villa.

However, this time Ruth Wilcox did not get out of the car right away.

Instead, Yusuf Zuck got out first to check around.

Truth be told, Yusuf Zuck’s check was just for show.

His telekinesis could spread out fifteen meters, so everything within that range was already in his head.

There was no danger in the villa today.

After getting a signal from Yusuf Zuck, Ruth Wilcox stepped out of the car.

The air was cold and clear; Mia had gone back to her own home.

“Come upstairs with me, I’m a bit scared.” Perhaps still shaken by the incident from the night before last, Ruth Wilcox was afraid someone might suddenly appear upstairs, so she proactively asked Yusuf Zuck to accompany her.

Yusuf Zuck smiled, “Sure, I’ll check around for you.

Then you can sleep soundly, knowing there’s nothing to worry about with me here.” With that, he headed up the stairs ahead of her.

But Ruth Wilcox felt something was off; Yusuf Zuck was acting strangely.

She realized that he wasn’t talking back anymore.

If this had been the day before, Yusuf Zuck would have been visibly excited, spouting random comments.

But now, he wasn’t babbling anymore.