Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 1061 - 1060: Beating the Local Tyrants and Dividing the Land

Chapter 1061: Chapter 1060: Beating the Local Tyrants and Dividing the Land

"Don’t meddle in the Shepherd Family’s muddy waters. Their waters run deep, and I suspect the old Mr. Shepherd isn’t dead at all!" After Marlon Shepherd regained his composure, he immediately transmitted a message to Yusuf Zuck, warning him not to get involved with the Shepherd Family.

"And Mr. Shepherd, with your cunning wife, is extremely smart."

"Ah, haha, Brother Shepherd, you remember now, don’t you?" Yusuf Zuck laughed heartily.

"So it was you! When did you and Miss Xu marry? Congratulations, congratulations, Miss Xu, this gentleman is a friend I met a few years ago." Marlon Shepherd dared not say Yusuf Zuck’s name, fearing it would be different from what Yusuf Zuck had told him.

"General Manager Shepherd, up to now, I still don’t know my husband’s name. May I ask, General Manager Shepherd, what is my husband’s full name?" Fatty suddenly said.

"His name is...is...Martin Huppe." Before Yusuf Zuck could speak up, Marlon Shepherd directly named Yusuf Zuck.

Yusuf Zuck was stunned for a moment. Martin Huppe? What an odd name?

He didn’t quite catch on in time.

"Brother Huppe, Miss Xu, there’s nothing to see here, so let’s head back to the shop. Rest assured, Miss Xu, that the shop and all the estates will operate with due diligence," Marlon Shepherd, struggling to hold his laughter, bowed and briskly walked away.

"Huppe? Marlon Shepherd, are you damn well cursing me!" Yusuf Zuck finally caught on. Martin Huppe—in effect, wasn’t that just a play on ’dead pervert’? That son of a gun kept finding ways to insult him as a dead pervert.

But then again, he indeed was a bit perverted, having married a pig—what else could that be but perverted?

"Husband, help me to Father’s study; let’s see what their faces look like," Fatty spoke gravely at that moment.

"Oh," Yusuf Zuck supported her as they shuffled towards old Mr. Shepherd’s study.

Meanwhile, the study was already a mess. Six women had nearly torn it apart, all searching for that will.

But it seemed they hadn’t found it even now.

Yusuf Zuck realized these six aunts had no intention of playing nice, not anymore. Once Mr. Shepherd passed away, there was no one left to keep them in line.

When Yusuf Zuck arrived at the study with Miss Fatty, he had already let her go, allowing her two personal maids to take over supporting her.

Miss Fatty did not enter the study but stood coldly outside the door, watching the six women ransacking the place, and said sternly, "Stewart, didn’t Father say that no one, including you, me, and my aunts, was allowed in his study? Didn’t he also tell you that if anyone entered his study without permission, you were to incapacitate their Cultivation Level and confine them in the dungeon?"

"Yes..." A bunch of people, including the most powerful Stewart and a few other managers, who were all masters, still stood guard outside the study.

"Didn’t you see the aunts enter?" Miss Fatty suddenly questioned.

Stewart fell silent and did not utter a word.

The women inside the study had clearly heard Fatty’s words. One of them sneered, "Mr. Shepherd is dead, isn’t he? What’s wrong with entering a dead man’s study?"

"Oh, what do you say, Stewart?" Miss Fatty, tilting her plump head, looked toward Stewart, the most powerful one present.

"This... How dare I govern the matrons?" Stewart said awkwardly.

"What if I asked you to govern them?" Miss Fatty suddenly reached into her chubby pouch and pulled out a yellow scroll, tossing it to Stewart with a sneer, "Stewart, this is Father’s will. Read it aloud for everyone to hear now!"

"What?"

"How did it end up with you?"

"Had you entered Father’s study before?"

"You’ve got some nerve?"

"Give me that will!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~" All six concubines rushed towards Steward Shui, trying to snatch the scroll from his hands.

"Steward Shui, if the will is damaged or lost, I will hold you accountable for your crimes. Also, stop fighting over it; there’s a duplicate of the scroll in the City Lord’s Mansion!"

"Err..."

The six concubines instantly stopped their actions, and Steward Shui shuddered before taking a deep breath and slowly unrolled the scroll.

The scroll was covered in many characters, which Steward Shui confirmed to be the master’s handwriting.

Stabilizing his God Fixation, Steward Shui then began to read slowly, "Now, prompted by Chief Accountant Marlon Shepherd, having been struck by a sudden realization, our great family business—what to do if someday I should leave, either through Ascension or some misfortunate accident?"

"I have no sons, only a daughter who is besieged by a peculiar illness. Although I have six concubines, they are but chickens that don’t lay eggs. After my death, they are likely to return to their respective clans, leaving only Xuxu behind."

"Fortunately, although Xuxu has a peculiar illness, she is blessed with intelligence and has an immense talent for business. Therefore, as of yesterday, I have decreed that Xuxu will manage the clan’s finances and every transaction shall be overseen by her."

"Today, I also wish to write this will; after my death, the position of Family Head shall be passed to Xuxu. No one else shall interfere or obstruct. If the six concubines wish to honor their old ties, they may stay, and Xuxu must care for them with respect and filial piety. They should also be supported in resources and cultivation, and not be mistreated."

"If they wish to leave of their own volition, that is also human nature, and Xuxu must grant them a separation fee. As for the amount, Xuxu has full discretion."

"Everyone in the house must obey Xuxu’s commands. Anyone who disobeys may be subjected to family law."

"Howell Shepherd leaves this testament on the New Year of Tianyuan calendar!"

The New Year of Tianyuan calendar, that was a will written three years ago!

After Steward Shui finished reading, the whole place fell silent.

"Husband, I am weary. Steward Shui, the mourning period for my father shall last for seven days, after which the funeral will take place!" Having said this, Fatty struggled to turn around and was helped away by her maidservants.

Yusuf Zuck chuckled and also turned away in the opposite direction to leave.

For the moment, the turmoil seemed to be under control, with a single will dictating the chaos within the household.

But whether Fatty could fully take charge, and whether the six concubines would be content, that remained to be seen.

If Fatty did not have a powerful protector secretly guarding her, Yusuf Zuck even doubted whether she could survive three days.

People die for wealth as birds die for food; this might be the Immortal Realm, but Spirit Stones were wealth, an essential resource for cultivation. Lord Shepherd had nothing but money, so how could the six concubines be content?

Yusuf Zuck’s residence had about a dozen servants and an old slave specifically assigned to serve him, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties.

After returning to his courtyard, Yusuf Zuck summoned the dozen servants and the old slave into the yard with great interest and lined them up.

"What’s your name?" Yusuf Zuck asked the old slave.

"Answering the young master, this old servant’s name is Asheng. I have a high rank within the Shepherd Family; even Miss Xuxu calls me Uncle Asheng, so the young master may address me as Uncle Asheng as well!"

"Alright, Uncle Asheng it is. Now, go tell Miss Xuxu that she should come to my room tonight. The young lady and I need to have a heart-to-heart talk, a husband and wife’s conversation at night."

"Yes, this old servant will inform her right away." Uncle Asheng turned and ran off immediately.

Yusuf Zuck then turned to the other servants and sat down with a grand gesture, saying, "I don’t wish to know your names, and I don’t care what you think of me—whether you’re cursing me in your hearts, looking down on me, or are envious of me, I don’t care about any of that!"

"But remember this: you are servants, and I am the son-in-law, so get moving. I want a hundred bolts of various silks, a hundred bushels of assorted grains, and also wine, a thousand jars of the good stuff. Additionally, fit me for thirty sets of clothes. Just like that, now go and do it."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The servants immediately scattered to carry out the tasks.

Yusuf Zuck laughed to himself, thinking this was indeed the perfect time to hit a fat cat and divide the property. With the Shepherd Family being so wealthy, how could he leave without taking his share? How would that be fair to himself?