Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 302: Begin the Slaughter

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Begin the Slaughter

"Whoosh~" As soon as Paisley Kirk ran to Yusuf Zuck’s side, he immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

He had just heard her conversation with Lucy Clayton through telekinesis and couldn’t believe it. Lucy Clayton had actually deceived such a young girl on the pretext of letting her go?

Yusuf Zuck had already sentenced Lucy Clayton to death in his mind, but he also felt contempt for him. Was this really the behavior of a gang leader? He was even worse than a small-time thug!

"Huh, Yusuf Zuck?" Lucy Clayton suddenly calmed down and sat down boldly by the hot spring, showing no sign of shame. While talking, he took out a lighter and cigarette from amongst his clothes, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Yusuf Zuck pointed to the phone not far from Lucy Clayton’s feet and laughed, "Stop pretending to be calm. Make a call. I won’t touch you right now, but get your people over here."

"You said it." Lucy Clayton actually chose to sit down precisely because the phone was within reach. He was alone and Yusuf Zuck had a knife. Having heard that Yusuf Zuck was very formidable, he knew he was no match for Yusuf Zuck.

Picking up the mobile phone, he dialed as he kept an eye on Yusuf Zuck, "Little brother Yusuf, I have to admit you’ve got some power, not only getting out but also tracking me down so quickly. But today, we really should settle our old scores..." When he got to this point in the conversation, Lucy Clayton’s call connected, "Damn it, everyone come here, Yusuf Zuck is here." After saying that, he tossed the phone aside.

"Brother, you came with a knife. What, you planning to kill someone? Actually, there’s no major grudge between us, so put down your knife, and let’s have a nice chat in the hot spring, shall we?" Lucy Clayton was actually scared to death, because Yusuf Zuck’s gaze was particularly cold, thus he was truly just feigning calm while also trying to buy time.

Yusuf Zuck took a few steps forward, picked up Paisley Kirk’s clothes, and stuffed them into her arms, saying, "Go back there and get dressed. Don’t come out later."

"Okay." Paisley Kirk’s face was streaked with tears, and she was sobbing softly. After Yusuf Zuck handed her the clothes, she held them and ran behind the partition of the hot spring.

Only after seeing Paisley Kirk leave did Yusuf Zuck cock his head to the side and say, "New Era Film’s Jasper Luna is one of your guys?"

"That’s right, he’s my guy. New Era is my investment, although not the name." Lucy Clayton readily admitted.

"The two thugs who kept harassing Paisley, they’re also your men?"

"Yeah, they’re mine. But it wasn’t harassment; actually, I had them there to protect Paisley. I really like Paisley!"

"The ones who went to Inner Mongolia to kill my brother last night, and those who cut my brother in the capital, were they your men?"

"That..." Lucy Clayton took a deep breath and then countered, "Your guys didn’t die, right? If they did, I’ll pay. No matter how much money it takes."

"Hmm, I get it now, Brother Dao, right? Guess whether I dare to kill today or not?" In Yusuf Zuck’s mind, he already visualized more than a dozen people approaching—male waiters and some dressed in plain clothes playing mahjong, all running towards them frantically.

As he spoke, he gradually unwrapped the torn cloth encircling the Short Sword.

"Killing is against the law, isn’t it?" Lucy Clayton smirked, "There are cameras all over this place outside. When you came in, you should have been captured, right? And when Paisley arrived, that was recorded too. So even if you kill all of us, do you think you and she can escape?"

"Brother, listen to my advice, don’t be impulsive. It was indeed my fault last night, but you also beat my men before, you hit my face, didn’t you? Let’s call it even, ok?"

"Let’s sit down and have a good talk, how much I should pay you, I’ll give you that amount. Perhaps we could even become friends, don’t you think? Look, my people have arrived..." As he was speaking, more than a dozen people rushed in and all drew their knives. Among them, one person was holding a revolver, aiming it right at Yusuf Zuck.

"I know you’re formidable, but I still say the same thing, can we not fight?" Now with some confidence returning as his people arrived, even if Yusuf Zuck was formidable and could handle more than a dozen men, Lucy Clayton could still run away while his own men fought Yusuf Zuck. All he needed was to hold Yusuf Zuck off for one minute, then he could drive away from this place.

"Do you know why I asked you to call these people here?" Yusuf Zuck pointed his sword at the doorway where those dozen or so people stood.

"Do you want to fight, to let off some steam because you’ve been holding in anger these past couple of days?" Lucy Clayton said with a smile.

"No." Yusuf Zuck shook his head, "Because... because I’m going to kill you and all your people here!"

A buzzing sound filled the air as the Short Sword in his hand suddenly shot out with incredible speed as he finished his sentence.

At the same time, there was a gunshot, but Yusuf Zuck’s body disappeared into thin air.

"Ugh... blargh," as everyone stood in astonishment and shock, the only thug with a gun suddenly had his head thrown into the air; the Flying Sword instantaneously sliced through his neck, his head being cast off by the inertia of his own blood spray.

"Ah... Ghosts!" Everyone who witnessed this screamed in horror, finally coming to their senses.

It was too eerie; Yusuf Zuck had vanished before their eyes, what else could it be if not a ghost?

Lucy Clayton was petrified with fear. Initially, he had been crouching, ready to run, but he froze, his mouth agape, when he saw Yusuf Zuck disappear.

The thugs were thrown into chaos, all scrambling to rush out the door.

And at that moment, Yusuf Zuck reappeared among the crowd, the Flying Sword back in his hand.

"Thud," a thug who had already opened the door halfway, stepping one foot out, was stabbed in the back. The sword pierced through him, leaving him cold-hearted.

As the sword was withdrawn, Yusuf Zuck’s next attack was a horizontal slash, another person’s belly instantaneously ripped open.

"Thud thud thud thud thud," Yusuf Zuck was fast, and so was his sword—extremely sharp. With almost every strike, another person would fall, sword-struck.

Lucy Clayton shivered all over in fright, having completely lost his mind.

Yusuf Zuck was killing people; he dared to kill, with decisive lethal strikes, showing no mercy. With each thrust of his sword, someone would surely die.

Some attempted to retaliate, but their daggers or chopping knives would break upon contact with Yusuf Zuck’s sword.

This sword, capable of slicing iron like mud, was literally that—able to slice through iron like mud; nothing could stop its blade once it descended.

"Damn it," Lucy Clayton yelled. A sudden thought of an escape method to avoid death spurred him to sprint toward the screen at the back.

"Buzz buzz buzz," but as he made his move, Yusuf Zuck’s sword, as if it had eyes, flew from his hand, and ’thud,’ it pierced through his right calf. The blade then swept across, severing the tendons in his right leg.

Lucy Clayton let out a scream of agony as he crashed to the ground, breaking his nose and bleeding profusely.

The Flying Sword spun through the air, swiftly returning amidst the panic and wails of the underlings; it began to rapidly harvest their lives.

Twelve people, in less than a minute, all lay by the door—none could escape. The haphazard arrangement of bodies was particularly terrifying. The blood flowing from their bodies had already pooled together, streaming into the hot spring pool, filling the room with the smell of blood.

Hiding behind the screen, Paisley Kirk covered her mouth, forcing herself to make no sound at all.