Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 402 - 401: Extreme Measures

Chapter 402: Chapter 401: Extreme Measures

The police left very politely. They themselves knew that they had been used as pawns tonight, and they also lacked the evidence that Antoine Cunningham mentioned.

They hadn’t caught anyone in the act, seen a gun, seen the hunting, and moreover, the other party had so many witnesses. Therefore, according to regulations and legal provisions, they couldn’t make arrests on their own.

Now, to make an arrest, they would need to gather sufficient evidence; otherwise, falsely accusing someone would not only require state compensation but would also cost them their positions.

Moreover, with Antoine Cunningham present, how could they possibly continue to make arrests?

"Mr. Cunningham, hello, hello, my name is Nehemiah Blevins, a good friend of Miss Mia." After the group entered the room, Nehemiah Blevins immediately took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Hehe, Mia’s friend is also my friend," Antoine Cunningham said with a smile as he shook hands with Nehemiah Blevins.

This was the moment Yusuf Zuck also reached out his hand and said, "Mr. Cunningham, hello, my name is Yusuf Zuck." When Yusuf Zuck first saw Antoine Cunningham, he was shocked because Antoine Cunningham turned out to be a Truth-Seeking Expert!

Indeed, a Truth-Seeking Expert. Previously, in the mountains of Guizhou at the gathering of extraordinary individuals, it was claimed that there were only three Truth-Insight practitioners in the world. Yet now, in this remote grassland, he had come across a Truth-Seeking Expert.

It seemed that China’s vastness and the abundance of extraordinary people were beyond imagination, with masters still hidden among the common people.

"Yusuf Zuck?" Antoine Cunningham raised his eyebrows sharply upon hearing Yusuf’s name, then looked at Mia and narrowed his eyes, "You wouldn’t happen to be that Yusuf Zuck, would you?" Being a practitioner of Truth-Insight and part of the inner martial arts circle, although he didn’t participate in any conferences, he was well aware of the various tales that had spread and everything that had happened at the conference. Thus, he had heard of Yusuf Zuck.

"What, what? Which Yusuf Zuck is he?" Mia asked curiously before Yusuf could respond. Was Yusuf that famous? Even Antoine knew of him?

"Hehe, thank you, Mr. Cunningham, for the intervention," Yusuf chuckled. Although he didn’t confirm it, it was tantamount to an admission.

"Haha, so it really is Master Yusuf..." Antoine Cunningham immediately got up to bow with his fists, but he changed his words to address Yusuf as a "Master".

However, before he could finish saying "Master Yusuf", Yusuf interrupted, "Please, Mr. Cunningham, there’s no need for formalities." He spoke while gently shaking his head.

"Haha, no formalities, no formalities," Antoine Cunningham, who was he? He immediately understood that Yusuf didn’t want others to know about his past in Guizhou.

In the inner martial arts circle, Yusuf was already known as Master Yusuf, having used the Flying Sword to cut down two Truth-Seeking Experts. With such strength, which practitioner of the inner martial arts wouldn’t treat him with the utmost respect?

"Alright, let’s talk about what exactly happened," everyone settled down, and Antoine Cunningham, also curious, began to inquire. Who was so bold as to obstruct the path of Yusuf Zuck and Mia?

"Nehemiah, you tell it," Mia pointed to Nehemiah Blevins.

"Shame on me," Nehemiah Blevins said with an embarrassed tone before recounting the night’s events and his analysis, and he mentioned the names of Rylan Cortez and Mr. Dyer.

"Leonel Dyer, I’ve heard of him," Antoine Cunningham said with narrowed eyes, "Demoted for a few years, stirring trouble and causing a mess locally. The Dyer Family’s good descendants, huh!"

"The Dyer Family? Which Dyer Family?" Mia asked.

"Never mind which Dyer Family. First tell me, what do you plan to do? I’ll follow your lead," Antoine Cunningham asked with a grin.

"What else can we do? Such people deserve to die a thousand times over, they’re too wicked," Mia muttered.

"Indeed, if such people are still alive, it’s the misfortune of the state, the misfortune of the people. I’ll take care of this matter. Summon someone!" It was as if Antoine Cunningham pitied the world in his lament or sounded like a great leader when he sighed and then called someone outside the door.

Two came in, one a manager, the other one of the sturdy men.

"Sayehan, Ulanqab, Cyrus Dyer!" These were the only words Antoine Cunningham spoke.

The one called Saihan glanced at Antoine Cunningham, and Antoine Cunningham nodded lightly.

"Yes." Saihan nodded, then turned and left.

"Uncle Antoine, what does this mean?" Seeing Antoine Cunningham and the one called Saihan acting inexplicably, Mia was utterly perplexed.

"Hehe, you don’t need to pry, it’s just some extraordinary measures," Antoine Cunningham said with a wave of his hand.

Yusuf Zuck was also curious about what Antoine Cunningham’s extraordinary measures could be. Would he really kill someone in public? Or would he use even greater power to suppress Mr. Dyer?

Yusuf Zuck found Antoine Cunningham very interesting. Although his appearance was unremarkable, he was clearly very well-known around Inner Mongolia.

"Alright, you’ve all been running around all night and must be quite tired. Rest for a while. The results will come soon from over there. I’ll come back and call for you later. That will be all, I’m going out to make arrangements." Antoine Cunningham said farewell to Yusuf Zuck and the other two before turning and leaving.

Yusuf Zuck and Nehemiah Blevins also returned to their respective rooms. It was not yet fully light outside. He let Mia rest for a while since it must have been tough for a girl in the cold.

Soon after Nehemiah Blevins returned to his room, his phone rang again. It was Rylan Cortez calling.

Nehemiah Blevins picked up furiously, but before he could speak, Rylan Cortez on the other end blurted out in a panic, "Nehemiah, did Mr. Cunningham come? Has he really come?"

"Rylan, you son of a bitch, you sold me out!" Nehemiah Blevins swore.

"Nehemiah, hear me out. I didn’t sell you out. I didn’t intend to harm you. It’s just that jerk Dyer, he’s set his sights on your friend’s girl. You know how he is. I just used some tricks. Nothing will happen to you, and if you’re caught, you’ll be released right away. Don’t you know me by now?"

"But they are my friends who I brought here. Do you think what you did was right?" Nehemiah Blevins demanded loudly.

"Alright, alright. Look, we’re brothers, and we can fight and argue all we want. I’ll take a couple of stabs from you later without frowning, but first, tell me why Mr. Cunningham is here, who brought him?"

"It’s your Mr. Dyer who’s got his eyes on that girl and brought him. Let me tell you the truth, Mr. Cunningham saw Miss Tu with the utmost respect. You’ve really stirred up trouble this time, no one can save you!" Nehemiah Blevins felt a rush of satisfaction. A person’s reputation precedes them. Just hearing that Mr. Cunningham was here, Rylan Cortez panicked, which showed how powerful Antoine Cunningham truly was.

"Nehemiah, you’ve got to save me, okay? This was all Dyer’s idea, it’s got nothing to do with me," Rylan Cortez pleaded, near to tears. While he was a well-known figure in the city with assets over a billion, in front of Antoine Cunningham, he was just a junior, a nobody.

"I can’t save you."

With a "click," Nehemiah Blevins hung up the phone. Such a ’friend’ like Rylan Cortez was not worth keeping. Today’s actions showed that Cortez didn’t treat Nehemiah Blevins as a friend, more like an expendable pawn, so it was good for Antoine Cunningham to deal with Rylan Cortez once and for all, to teach him a lesson.

The day slowly brightened, and the parking lot outside the hotel filled with many cars, including official vehicles with small license plates and several luxury cars.

The hotel, not a rated establishment, was buzzing early on this winter morning, drawing many people.

Many influential figures from the social circles of Ulanqab had arrived.

And the reason they were here was because of Antoine Cunningham!

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PS: The twentieth update.

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To summarize, since the beginning of the book, there hasn’t been any widespread explosion of action. Last month there were fewer updates, so I didn’t dare to ask for monthly tickets or anything. But entering October, I’ll have more time, as we in the Northeast can only stay indoors in the winter—it’s too cold outside—so I’ll have more time to write. From now on, the updates will only increase. Tomorrow will feature ten Chapters. Thank you, everyone. After updating so much, I finally dare to shout out—do you have any tickets? Aiming for the top spot among the guards, maybe? Official fan group of Uncle: 24173796