Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 182: The Clue Discovered by Fleur Carson

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: The Clue Discovered by Fleur Carson

Half an hour later, Yusuf Zuck arrived at the center of Jakarta, at the Shangri-La Hotel. Looking up at the thirty-two-story Shangri-La Hotel, Yusuf felt a surreal sensation—as if just a few hours ago he was still at home, basking in the warmth of his family. But with a fleeting image, he found himself in this unfamiliar city where life was still a mystery to him.

Fleur Carson wasn’t by his side. She had gotten off the car midway, saying that her presence only needed to be known by Yusuf himself; there was no need for others to be aware. Moreover, she operated in the shadows, which made her tasks more convenient.

Besides, Fleur trusted no one except Yusuf, including the so-called Mr. Tuff. She didn’t want any contact with such a tycoon, saying they tend to be more dangerous than snakes and scorpions.

Yusuf knew Fleur had her own survival rules. She could trust him, but that didn’t mean she would trust everyone else.

Empty-handed, Yusuf walked into the hotel lobby and made another call to Mr. Tuff.

"I’ve arrived," "Alright, someone will come to pick you up soon. Wait in the lobby," said Mr. Tuff, his voice indifferent, betraying neither joy nor sorrow.

About five minutes later, an Asian middle-aged man and a black man in a suit entered the lobby and fixed their gazes on Yusuf!

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yusuf Zuck?" the Asian man approached Yusuf and asked.

"That’s me," Yusuf nodded and responded.

"I’m Mr. Tuff’s assistant. Mr. Zuck, please follow me." The assistant didn’t tell Yusuf his name, nor did he lead Yusuf into the elevator. Instead, they walked up to the second floor, then passed through a corridor, seemingly entering a special area of the hotel.

Since Yusuf only spoke Shandong dialect and Mandarin, he could only understand the symbols and arrows on the signs here.

In this separate section, the three of them took an elevator, and afterward, the black man spoke to the assistant in English, to which the assistant nodded slightly.

Yusuf wasn’t anxious or hesitant because he was brave.

It seemed that the elevator ascended to the sixth floor. When the doors opened behind him, Yusuf was startled—there were around a dozen people in the corridor outside, including Asians, Caucasians, and Africans, all dressed in suits with earpieces, clearly bodyguards or security personnel.

Upon seeing the trio step out, one of the Caucasian men guarding the double doors said something in English.

"Mr. Zuck, please cooperate with us. We need to conduct a security check. As you know, there have been incidents, so we ask for your understanding," the assistant apologized to Yusuf.

"Okay," Yusuf agreed with a nod. Mr. Tuff lived a life full of caution. Of course, being exceedingly wealthy and in a foreign land, it made sense to have high security.

The black man who had ascended with Yusuf began a thorough body search, patting down from top to bottom, even along the inside of Yusuf’s thighs, later sweeping over Yusuf’s body with something resembling a badminton racket.

Fortunately, Yusuf didn’t have so much as a lighter on him, so they found nothing.

"Mr. Zuck, please wait a moment." The assistant knocked and entered a room, then after about ten seconds, turned back, opened the door, and gestured for Yusuf to enter.

Yusuf took a deep breath and strode in.

It was a very large reception room with floor-to-ceiling windows, an office desk, and, despite its simplicity, it didn’t lack sophistication. In front of the window stood a man not very tall, about 170 centimeters, dressed in a white shirt and black leather shoes, with three men and two women standing behind him on either side.

The only seated figure was an elderly man in traditional clothing, around fifty years old, wearing glasses.

Out of the two women, one appeared to be in her forties while the other seemed to be in her twenties. The three men were aged between thirty and forty, all dressed in suits.

As Yusuf entered, the only seated man in traditional clothing lazily glanced at him, then looked away, no longer interested. However, the three men and two women seemed curious and eyed him a few moments longer.

The man in the white shirt standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, who was none other than Marco Tuff, finally turned around. He was unremarkable, with no distinctive features, an average person really, except for his clothes and shoes, which were a bit cleaner. If he were dressed in dirty clothes, he might pass for a construction worker.

"You must be Yusuf Zuck, quite the handsome young man. Please, have a seat." After taking a good look at Yusuf Zuck, Marco Tuff gestured for him to sit on the sofa and then took a seat himself.

"Uncle Tuff, hello. I want to know about Mia’s current situation. Is there any news of her?" Yusuf Zuck said, his tone steady and polite, as he offered Marco Tuff a smile. He didn’t want Marco Tuff to think he was groveling or that he was overly anxious about Mia. He wasn’t here for Marco Tuff; he was here to find Mia.

Moreover, there was a dangerous aura present, originating from the old man in the traditional Chinese dress sitting on the sofa to the side.

"First of all, thank you for your concern for Mia, and thank you for coming all this way to help. The friends Mia makes are indeed good ones. I’m delighted you could come, but there has been no news of Mia."

"How many days has it been?" Yusuf Zuck frowned.

"More than four days, nearly five." Marco Tuff took a deep breath and then shook his head bitterly. After five days, he knew Mia was more likely dead than alive. If it had been a kidnapping, they certainly would have called him, but no one had called, which meant it wasn’t a kidnapping. And if it wasn’t a kidnapping, that only left murder.

Mr. Tuff had already made certain mental preparations.

"It’s been five days!" Yusuf Zuck also mumbled to himself. Five days; was Mia still alive?

"All right, since you’ve come, you should rest first. I won’t have time to keep you company," Marco Tuff said, turning his head to one of the women, "Give Yusuf Zuck a room, let him settle in and rest!"

"Yes, Mr. Tuff. Mr. Zuck, please follow me," the woman said respectfully, nodding at Yusuf Zuck.

Yusuf Zuck stood up, not intending to stay there. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Tuff, I was thinking of looking around..." His phone suddenly rang before he could finish his sentence.

Yusuf Zuck gave Marco Tuff an apologetic glance, took out his phone, and saw that it was Fleur Carson calling.

Yusuf Zuck and Fleur Carson had parted ways a little more than a half-hour ago, so he didn’t know why Fleur Carson was calling at this time, but he picked up immediately.

"I’ve got some news that I feel is related!" The moment the call connected, Fleur Carson immediately said, "I was just searching online, and around seven or eight days ago, there was an internationally active Mercenary Organization that came to Indonesia, to Jakarta specifically. Through special channels, I found out they haven’t left yet. Their purpose here isn’t very clear!"

Just as Fleur Carson finished speaking on the phone, the old man in the traditional Chinese dress suddenly stood up, startling Marco Tuff and the others, who were all taken aback.

Yusuf Zuck’s eyebrows shot up. The old man was indeed skilled; he could hear Fleur Carson’s voice on the phone—his hearing was incredibly sharp.

"Keep searching; I need precise information." Yusuf Zuck glanced at the old man and then told Fleur Carson.

"Damn, do you think I’m a god? I’ll do what I can. Also, have Mia’s dad get some people on it too. He’s got money and connections; maybe he can find out more than I can!" Fleur Carson said and then hung up the call.

"What’s the matter, Uncle Tang?" At that moment, Marco Tuff looked at the old man in the traditional Chinese dress, his face filled with confusion.

The old man in the Chinese dress also had the surname Tang.

"Everyone else, leave; you stay," the old man in the traditional Chinese dress pointed at Yusuf Zuck and said.

The three men and two women paused momentarily and then turned to leave.

As the five of them left, the old man in the traditional Chinese dress burst into hearty laughter, "Tuff, oh Tuff, what kind of people did you hire? The friends Mia makes are far superior to the ones you find. Your name is Yusuf Zuck, right? Repeat that phone conversation, say it again so your Uncle Tuff can hear it!～"