Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 71 Cutting off Descendants

71: Chapter 71: Cutting off Descendants

71 -71: Cutting off Descendants

Tyler Nash was exhilarated, and the drugged Ruth Wilcox felt burning hot to the touch, emitting a soft, intoxicating fragrance.

The feel of her skin under his hand was particularly satisfying.

Of course, he had also prepared to take Ruth Wilcox to his secret apartment, a place he wouldn’t normally live in, only used when seducing women.

And that home of his was fully equipped with all-around recording equipment, as well as various types of sexual toys.

This bastard was a super pervert!

He supported Ruth Wilcox with one hand while taking out his car keys with the other, ready to get into the car.

However, just at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly sprinted from the far end of the parking lot.

Before Tyler Nash could react, a fist as heavy as a clay pot landed on his left cheek.

Yusuf Zuck did not hold back, show any mercy, or waste a single word.

Dealing with such scum required hitting hard and relentlessly!

With a “bang,” although Yusuf Zuck didn’t use his full strength, the punch sent the super pervert flying out, his nose twisted by the impact, blood spurting like a fountain, as he staggered and fell to the ground unable to stand.

Ruth Wilcox collapsed on the ground unconsciously, mumbling something in her mouth.

Yusuf Zuck, however, had no intention of letting the super pervert off so easily.

Taking a quick step over to the collapsed Tyler Nash, he kicked viciously at his shin.

With a “crack,” Tyler Nash’s shin deformed instantly from the kick, and amidst a scream of agony, he passed out again.

“Scum!” Yusuf Zuck continued, kicking the other leg fiercely.

“Crack—Aaah!” The unconscious Tyler Nash was jolted awake by the excruciating pain, his screams piercing the air.

“Die, you sick freak!

I’ll make sure you can’t pass on your genes!” Yusuf Zuck was furious.

Ruth Wilcox was the goddess in his heart, kind and genuine toward him, and he had sworn to protect her from further harm.

As for the second point, this deadbeat’s surname was Nash, and Yusuf Zuck bore a grudge against the Nash family of Shanghai Parker.

Combining these two factors, he seemed to have lost all reason.

After a punch and two kicks, still unsatisfied, he stomped his third kick directly onto Tyler Nash’s crotch!

With a “snap,” through his telekinetic vision, he saw that squishy mess crushed under his foot.

Of course, that squishy mess was not the testicles, but the thing that men used to cause harm, and the reason he didn’t stomp on the testicles was that he feared killing the pervert.

After all, that part of a man is too fragile; even in boxing matches, the testicles are off-limits.

A hit there is deadly!

Tyler Nash groaned and passed out once more.

By now, many people in the parking lot had taken notice of the situation, and several security guards were running toward them.

Yusuf Zuck carried Ruth Wilcox to the car, quickly reversed, then stepped on the gas, the tires screeching against the pavement as the rear of the car performed a perfect drift move.

“Whoosh!” The car sped away.

Once inside the car, Yusuf Zuck quickly calmed down.

Crippling Tyler Nash was a serious matter, the Nash family would surely react quickly, and even the Shanghai police would respond swiftly.

It would not be long before the investigation would lead to him, and before the police found or caught him, he had to ensure Ruth Wilcox’s safety.

“Who can I trust in Shanghai?” Yusuf Zuck’s mind raced, quickly ruling out his secretary, his colleagues at the company, and even John Acme and Clara Zuck.

Finally, he concluded that the only person he could trust in Shanghai was Ainsley McCann, the flight attendant he had met on the plane.

Yusuf Zuck was a good judge of character; that girl was truly loyal, and since he was only going to ask her to take care of Ruth Wilcox, a minor favor, she would likely help.

Yusuf Zuck drove while pulling out his phone and quickly dialing Ainsley McCann’s number.

However, by some stroke of bad luck, Ainsley McCann’s phone was turned off!

“Fuck!” Yusuf Zuck swore.

Ainsley McCann must be flying in the sky, so that’s why her phone was turned off—she wasn’t in Shanghai!

And since she wasn’t there, there was no one else available in Shanghai.

“Well, the police won’t find me so quickly.

Let’s find a hotel and settle Ms.

Wilcox!” Yusuf Zuck thought carefully.

If the police wanted to investigate him, it probably wouldn’t happen so soon.

He would get Ruth Wilcox settled in a hotel, and then his major task would be done after waking her up.

There were many hotels on either side of this street. freёnovelkiss.com

After driving for about six or seven minutes, Yusuf Zuck parked in the parking lot of one hotel, stepped out of the car first, and forcefully tore off the front and back license plates, tossing them into the trunk.

Then, he ran across to the diagonal opposite side of the street where there were two hotels, entered one, and booked a room.

This guy was particularly orderly and meticulous in his work.

Despite his casual and seemingly heartless demeanor, he was actually quite cunning.

The reason he did this was that even if the police and the Nash family found his car, they wouldn’t find him.

If the police discovered his car, they would only assume he was staying in the hotel by the parking lot, but they definitely wouldn’t expect he was actually staying in a hotel across the street, at least not in the short term.

And that was a buffer time.

When he carried Ruth Wilcox into the hotel, the cashier looked puzzled but didn’t ask anything.

There were many women immersed in the nightlife, and inevitably, after drinking their fill with strange men at bars, they would rent a room.

So hotel staff were already all too familiar with this scene.

“Hot…

I’m hot…” While carrying Ruth Wilcox into the room, Yusuf Zuck heard her mosquito-like voice.

She was shouting about the heat and weakly trying to rip off her own clothes.

This was the effect of the vile drug Tyler Nash had administered, and Ruth Wilcox had started to undress herself.

“Ms.

Wilcox, drink some water, drink it!” After placing Ruth Wilcox on the bed, Yusuf Zuck immediately grabbed two bottles of mineral water, provided by the hotel room, and regardless of whether Ruth agreed or not, he pried open her mouth and poured it in.

Having been drugged, she needed to drink water.

Yusuf Zuck had previous experience in society and had heard that the best way to deal with such a situation was to drink water to dilute and expel the substance.

“Hot…” After he had poured half a bottle of water down her throat, she was still shouting about being hot, and she had unconsciously unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her bra, and she had also loosened her belt, exposing her panties.

“Fuck it, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Yusuf Zuck decided to just do it and helped Ruth Wilcox strip off all her clothes, although he didn’t dare to remove her bra or panties.

“Yusuf Zuck, stop blabbering, you’re bad…” A dreamy voice sounded, like a coquettish complaint, and she even weakly swung her fist.

Her face was as red as an apple.

“Fuck.” Yusuf Zuck was startled.

He thought she had woken up.

But she hadn’t.

She had just unconsciously said that, perhaps deep in her brain’s cortex, she was thinking about him chattering.

“What am I supposed to do now?

She’s not waking up from the water, and this chick obviously has been dosed with a heavy aphrodisiac…” Yusuf Zuck glanced at Ruth Wilcox’s soaked panties as she lay on the bed.

Soaking wet!

Endocrine response!

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“Do I have to do like in those martial arts novels, where a man is needed to counteract the poison?” Yusuf Zuck’s eyes started blinking non-stop.

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