Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 145: First Love is also Unreliable

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: First Love is also Unreliable

In fact, whether it was Fleur Carson or Samuel Ross and the others, none of them knew what Yusuf Zuck’s stance was because Zuck only claimed he wanted to protect his sister, but he never explicitly instructed what to do when encountering the enemy!

To kill or to fight or to call the police, et cetera, Yusuf Zuck never gave specific orders.

After meeting at the small restaurant, Samuel Ross and his group split up again. Fleur Carson drove away in a taxi, Jerome Hart disappeared into the night in a white Range Rover, and Samuel Ross and Zhuzi walked into the campus of Beijing Film Academy.

About five minutes later, Fleur Carson’s car stopped under an apartment building near the academy, then he took out a travel bag from the back of the taxi and, carrying the bag, went upstairs — to the sixth floor, room 602.

This was a place he had just rented for a high price that very afternoon.

Once inside the room, he methodically opened the travel bag and began assembling a telescope.

A short while later, the high-powered telescope was assembled, and Fleur could clearly see the scene inside a four-story building opposite him.

In one of the households on the fourth floor, three people were sitting in the living room eating hot pot. Among them were two men and one woman. The woman was quite young, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and the two men were also around thirty.

Maybe because the room opposite didn’t have air conditioning, the windows were open, and the curtains hadn’t been drawn, so what the three people looked like, their physical characteristics, and so on were all crystal clear to Fleur Carson.

After observing for a while, Fleur Carson took out his phone and dialed Yusuf Zuck’s number.

At this time, it was already 8:50 p.m.

The call was quickly answered by Yusuf Zuck, who spoke very softly.

"There are three people, two men and one woman. One has shown his face, but the other two haven’t. What I really want to ask is, what do you plan to do?" Fleur Carson asked directly on the phone.

"You’ve found them already? So, someone really is watching my sister?" Yusuf Zuck was shocked; Fleur Carson’s efficiency was incredibly high.

"Yep, semi-professional level. They must have done this sort of thing before but lack experience. Also, their people haven’t all gathered yet," said Fleur Carson, his lips curving into a slight smile. It had taken him less than two days to identify the suspects and even find their den and begin surveillance. He truly was at the most professional standard.

"Another thing, they probably know you’ve gone back to your hometown, so I reckon, if they’re going to make a move on your sister, it’ll be in the next couple of days," Fleur Carson added.

"There are three of them now; if there are more, it’s going to be tricky!" Yusuf Zuck was somewhat anxious. He couldn’t leave where he was, and the safety situation at the other end was unknown. Without him there, he always felt insecure.

"I just want to know how you want to deal with them. You’re the big boss, Yusuf, and I’m just a small soldier under your command, so you give the orders, and I’ll carry them out!" Fleur Carson laughed over the phone.

"How to deal with them?" Yusuf Zuck fell silent for a moment and then softly said, "They castrated my father!"

"Oh..." Fleur Carson had a sudden realization and again let out a laugh, "Then I know what to do." Saying this, he was about to hang up.

"What are you going to do? Can you guys handle it?" Yusuf Zuck immediately asked.

"It’s not us, it’s just me. Remember, Yusuf, if there’s ever a situation like this again, you can’t just let anyone handle it. First, because such things are ultimately bad, if exposed, it means certain death and could implicate many others. Moreover, professionalism has to match. Whether it’s Samuel Ross or little Wei Zhuzi or David Hart, none of them are professionals in this field. Even if they reluctantly did it, they would leave behind many flaws, clues, traces, and so on."

"So, I’ll handle things like this in the future."

"Can you manage alone?" Yusuf Zuck asked worriedly.

"These days, killing doesn’t necessarily require a knife or a gun. But when the hell are you going to pay me back the million? I’m so broke now I’ve only got a lousy taxi left!"

"Your money went into my car purchase, so I’m not paying you back; deal with it!" Yusuf Zuck giggled.

"Heh heh, now that I know you’ve hit the jackpot, from now on you’re in charge of all my eating, drinking, shitting, pissing, and sleeping expenses, I’m latching onto you, that settles it, hanging up." Fleur Carson laughed slyly and decisively hung up the phone.

He owed Yusuf Zuck a favor, so this time, he was determined to do things with flair and return the favor to Yusuf Zuck.

At the same time, Yusuf Zuck, having hung up the phone, fell into deep thought. Actually, what Fleur Carson said was true, some things are better done by one person, because after all, he did not want to drag everyone else down with him.

Some secrets, some that must stay buried in the heart forever, are better known by fewer people.

After musing alone for a while, Yusuf Zuck picked up his phone and sent a message to Fleur Carson, just two words: "Be careful."

He didn’t say thank you, nor did he say more, because there was no need for more words between the two of them.

Felix Zuck had fallen asleep, and old Xu, who had already left, returned once again around ten o’clock at night with roast beef, cooked food, and beer and liquor in hand.

The two didn’t dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the nurses, nor did they dare to drink in the ward. Instead, they went to the corridor, laid out the food on the floor, and began to eat under the voice-activated lights.

"Bro, what did you do to earn so much money?" old Xu clinked his beer gently with Yusuf Zuck’s, very curious about how Yusuf Zuck made a hundred million in two months.

"I accidentally bought some antiques and made tens of millions, the rest was lent to me by my boss; you think I could really make a hundred million in two months?" Yusuf Zuck said with a wry smile.

"You borrowed money too? Tens of millions? I—dammit!" old Xu was shocked.

"There’s no interest, no repayment term, so don’t be scared!" Yusuf Zuck waved his hands repeatedly.

"Your boss must be a woman, right?" old Xu said with a sly grin, "A man definitely wouldn’t lend you so much unless it’s a woman, whose heart you’ve captivated, both body and soul claimed by you!"

"Stop kidding around, drink your beer. And what about you, still with what’s-her-name Annie Feng?" Yusuf Zuck asked with a smile.

Old Xu shook his head: "We broke up long ago, my dad didn’t like that woman, and I also felt she was a bit flighty, too unrealistic."

"So you’re single now? Then how do you manage when you have needs?" Yusuf Zuck asked with wide eyes.

"Your fifth sister, haha..." Old Xu raised five fingers, and then the two burst out laughing.

"By the way, there’s something else. About half a month ago, guess who I saw?" old Xu suddenly looked at Yusuf Zuck with a mysterious air.

"Leila Brown?" Yusuf Zuck guessed with a smile.

"How did you know?" old Xu was surprised.

Seeing the wicked grin on your face, I knew you must have seen her. Where did you see her?" Yusuf Zuck referred to Leila Brown as his first love and also the first woman with whom he had sampled forbidden fruit.

Unfortunately, his first love was a bit unreliable. She started going astray in high school. Since the two of them were not at the same school and Leila Brown was also beautiful, she had a boyfriend in school and hung out with some local hooligans.

By the time Yusuf Zuck found out, Leila Brown had already been, well, plowed by several guys, so Yusuf Zuck decisively said goodbye to her.

Of course, when he was with Leila Brown, Yusuf Zuck was serious!

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PS: Been on IV for two days, feeling much better, it’s all just water though, unbearable, my calves are shivering, well, feeling better today except for my stomach still being bloated like a ball and making noises when patted. Thanks for understanding, folks. Might post less these couple of days, too drained, eyes heavy, hope to have a great weekend; should be able to post thrice today, as I write when I’m feeling a bit better.