Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 301: The Cream of the Crop

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: The Cream of the Crop

It was when Lucy Clayton took Paisley Kirk to the hot spring pool that Yusuf Zuck, Anais Dillon, and Isaac Quintana successively parked their cars outside the gate of Wengquan Mountain Villa.

This villa is near a village; if you continue along the rural road, there will be an administrative village ahead, and the villa is located on one side of the country road.

From a distance, Yusuf and the others saw a large expanse of ice, and by the waterside, there were several buildings, all two stories high.

"Lucy Clayton’s driving that Land Rover; he’s here," Anais Dillon pointed to a Land Rover in front of the main building and said.

"Alright, there’s nothing more for you to do here. You can go back now. The previous task is also over; wait for my call after I have finished my business, and then I will find you."

Yusuf got out of the car holding a sword wrapped in cloth.

Seeing Yusuf holding a sword, both Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana were greatly startled.

They knew Yusuf’s search for Lucy Clayton was not for a good reason; now it seemed like he was about to kill someone, didn’t it?

And once Yusuf killed someone, they would both be regarded as accomplices. If the police were to investigate, they would start with them.

"Boss Zuck, you... why are you carrying a knife?" Anais Dillon asked, gathering his courage.

Isaac Quintana also looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yusuf just gave them a cold glance and then said in a deep voice, "I told you, you have nothing to do here. You can leave now. Go, and don’t ask me what I’m going to do."

Yusuf’s voice was cold and deep, especially his eyes, which were as sharp as an unsheathed knife.

"Okay, then. We won’t ask any more questions; we’re leaving." Anais Dillon and Isaac Quintana exchanged glances, then turned their car around and left.

Yusuf parked the car on the side of the country road, about thirty meters away from the villa. As he opened the car door, he suddenly disappeared into thin air as if he had not stepped out of the car but had simply opened and closed the door, unseen by anyone.

There was a security guard at the gate of the villa, an old man in his fifties, who was sitting on the bed in the guardhouse watching TV. The gate of the villa was not closed, only a remote-controlled barrier to stop vehicles.

Yusuf effortlessly entered the courtyard of the villa. He also noticed that there were surveillance cameras everywhere inside, leading him to suspect this was Lucy Clayton’s private estate.

As he moved further inside, once his Telekinesis covered a radius of forty-five meters, he recognized some people within his mental range: there was a female bartender at the bar, idly playing games on her phone, and a few male bartenders sitting in a room playing poker.

Most significantly, these male bartenders were all not young, around thirty years old, wearing uniforms that didn’t quite fit them properly.

On the second floor, several rooms were occupied by people in casual clothing, each dressed differently, playing mahjong. These people looked even less like good folk.

"Henchmen!" The word sprung to Yusuf’s mind; whether the male bartenders or those playing mahjong, they were all Lucy Clayton’s henchmen.

However, Yusuf did not find any trace of Lucy Clayton in the main building, or rather, no one’s demeanor matched that of the legendary "Brother Dao."

When Yusuf boldly pushed the door to enter, the game-playing bartender heard the noise but, seeing no one, continued with her game.

Since people came and went frequently in the villa, the bartender did not suspect anything.

Yusuf’s mental reach continued forward. He also discovered that behind the main building was a corridor made of thick glass, with snow and withered vines from summer on its glass roof.

Clearly, this corridor must have been very beautiful in the summer.

After taking a few steps forward, Yusuf’s Telekinesis passed over the corridor and reached the lone building at the end.

And just as his Telekinesis reached the building, his mind exploded in a loud bang, and like a gust of wind, he rushed through the corridor towards the lone building.

In the seclusion of the solitary building’s hot spring, Lucy Clayton sat by the pool, admiring Paisley Kirk as she shed one piece of clothing after another.

At this moment, Paisley Kirk had removed her top, trousers, long johns, including her underwear.

Due to her young age, as if she hadn’t fully developed just yet, at this moment she was especially... especially beautiful.

The words "girl" and "woman" are completely different; a girl signifies purity and cuteness, while a woman symbolizes maturity and home.

That’s right, home.

Many married men while socializing outside would say they have a woman at home, but they would not say they have a girl.

Many couples who have dated and slept together would refer to their girlfriends as their woman, not their girl.

This is the distinction between a girl and a woman; a girl is perfect, untouched by that kind of experience. A woman, on the other hand, has gone through that process, becoming mature and confident.

Paisley Kirk was still a girl, and now that she was undressed, she left Lucy Clayton breathless, and Lucy dared not even breathe heavily, fearing to disturb this perfect moment.

Under Lucy Clayton’s gaze, with tears rolling down, Paisley Kirk trembled as she stripped away everything.

Lucy Clayton’s nose bled in an instant as she muttered to herself, "Uttering something about the finest of the finest..."

Indeed, Paisley Kirk was the finest of the finest.

"Can you make the call to let him go now?" Having shed her last shred of clothing, Paisley Kirk seemed to no longer be shy; she turned around defiantly, looking at Lucy Clayton with disgust.

"Alright, you’ve been good and sensible, I’ll make the call to have the charges dropped and the person released," Lucy Clayton pretended to take out her phone, dialed a number, and said in a serious voice, "Drop the charges and release the person, call me when he’s out."

"Click." After just that one sentence, she hung up the phone and tossed it aside, and she also stripped down in no time flat!

Paisley Kirk dared not look at her, her eyes shut tight.

"The call is made, your big brother Yusuf will be released soon. Come on, let me help you in, it’s a bit hot, so don’t jump in too quickly, it can scorch your skin," Lucy Clayton walked over to Paisley Kirk with a lecherous smile, and then reached out her vile claw...

But in that instant, the door was pushed open, with a creaking sound.

Lucy Clayton, hearing someone open the door, turned around furiously and barked, "Didn’t I say not to come in... uh..."

She stopped mid-sentence, stunned, because the one entering wasn’t one of her underlings or a service staff, but Yusuf Zuck wielding a Tattered Cloth Short Sword.

Yusuf Zuck appeared, and he didn’t stay Invisible because there was no one else in the detached building besides Lucy Clayton and Paisley Kirk.

"Big Brother Yusuf... wah..." The instant she saw Yusuf Zuck, Paisley Kirk cried out as she ran towards him, crying uncontrollably as she did.

She was like a wronged child, afraid as if someone were chasing her to beat her, so she ran and cried at the same time.

She disregarded everything, not even caring about her nakedness, and she cried so hard that snot streamed down her face.

She had actually been terrified all along, like a startled little rabbit. So when she saw Yusuf Zuck appear at that moment, naturally, like a little rabbit finding its mother, she only wanted to hide behind or in her mother’s arms, to have her mother protect her, to have her mother hit the bad people!

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