Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 425 - 424: A Godlike Opponent

Chapter 425: Chapter 424: A Godlike Opponent

Yusuf Zuck chuckled as he hung up the phone and turned to the shocked Gatlin Meskill and all the Meskill family members, saying, "Everyone, please sit, sit. Where can you run? My Flying Sword is incredibly fast and can kill someone in an instant, so don’t run. Show some courage worthy of someone of your stature, and don’t panic. It would be a shame to make me laugh."

The faces of all the Meskill family members turned the color of pig liver, and they stood frozen as if subjected to a Freeze Spell, staring blankly at Yusuf Zuck and at the Flying Sword spinning ceaselessly above their heads.

Having weathered many storms, Gatlin Meskill took a deep breath, intending to sit down.

However, before he could sit, Yusuf Zuck cried out, "Don’t sit, don’t rush. The people outside are getting restless. Let me calm them down. Grandpa, step back a bit, or you might get splashed with blood!" With a wave of his hand and a chuckle, he said, "Baby Flying Sword, help me sever the dead man’s head!"

With a "whoosh–thud," as if the sword understood his words, it slashed diagonally through the air and a severed head rolled onto the ground!

"Ah–"

"Ugh–"

Several prominent members of the Meskill family screamed in horror upon witnessing this scene, with two of them vomiting in disgust.

Yusuf Zuck picked up the bloodied head, swung it vigorously, and with a ’bang,’ shattered the window glass, sending the head flying into the courtyard!

"If you dare to storm in, I’ll keep throwing heads out. Don’t believe me? Just try!" Yusuf Zuck warned as he watched through Telekinesis these people planning to rush in, so he tossed the head out as a threat!

The retainers who intended to charge in were also petrified, as pale as death. The head of a Truth-Insight disciple – this man would behead as he claimed.

"Grandpa, you may sit now. Who’s going to pour me some tea?" Yusuf Zuck smiled and gestured politely to Gatlin Meskill.

With a face alternating between green and white, Gatlin Meskill sat down. The rest of the Meskill family, however, remained motionless in the room, and no one offered him tea.

"How daring!" Gatlin Meskill spoke with a heavy voice after sitting down.

"I have to be daring, don’t I? Someone just called me, having captured my friend, so I had no choice but to catch you in exchange for my friend. But...," Yusuf Zuck began, his expression suddenly darkening, "do you believe that within one day, I could kill every member of the Meskill family in the capital?"

"What do you want to do?" Gatlin Meskill asked angrily.

"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What do you want to do? We kept to our own paths, yet it was your grandson who brought gunmen to shoot at me first, hitting me twice. Then he went after my friend’s wife. So, I want to ask, how on earth did I offend the Meskill family?"

"Those are just your words. My grandson is dead, so there’s no proof. You can say whatever you want!" Gatlin Meskill sneered coldly.

"Shameless!" Yusuf Zuck glared at Gatlin Meskill and retorted, "You and your grandson are equally shameless to even say such things."

"Cut to the chase, what do you want?" Gatlin Meskill remained cool and determined, not showing any sign of concession.

"I..."

"Ring ring ring–" Yusuf Zuck was about to speak when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Jerome Hart.

"Yusuf Zuck, I’m alright," Jerome Hart’s voice came through as soon as the call connected.

"How bad are the injuries? Where are they?" Yusuf Zuck asked.

"They’re gone. I’m fine; won’t die. But your car was smashed by someone named Donald Meskill, and also, be careful – his Sword Qi is extremely powerful," Jerome Hart cautioned.

"Heh, Donald Meskill is a clever one, actually letting you guys go?" Yusuf Zuck laughed. Donald Meskill had not opted to bring Jerome Hart and his crew over, which showed that Donald Meskill was incredibly smart. If he had really brought them over, there would be no way to end this smoothly.

"That man has an evil presence about him, so be careful, and don’t worry about us," Jerome Hart said with concern.

"Got it," Yusuf Zuck casually hung up the phone.

"Donald Meskill... He’s your grandson too, right? The little demon of the Meskill family?" Yusuf Zuck looked at Gatlin Meskill. He had heard from Russ Trujillo that the Meskill family had a little demon, and that was probably Donald Meskill.

Gatlin Meskill remained silent, not answering Yusuf Zuck.

"You said you’ve lost a grandson already. If I were to kill another, the little demon of your family, would you grieve? Would you stop troubling me then?"

"You dare!" the Meskill patriarch exclaimed in shock. Within a few generations of the Meskill family, only Donald Meskill stood out. This grandson was the foundation of their family, so he absolutely wouldn’t allow any harm to come to Donald Meskill. Anyone else could befall disaster, but not Donald Meskill.

"You just saw for yourself how I can assassinate people silently, like a ghost. So, take a wild guess, do you think I can do it?" Yusuf Zuck said with a playful look at Gatlin Meskill.

"Speak, what do you want, what do you need, what do you want me to agree to?" Gatlin Meskill had not been submissive before, his expression dark, but now he started to soften. He really didn’t dare gamble anymore, betting his most outstanding grandson’s life against this madman was completely meaningless.

In his eyes, the life of the madman in front of him wasn’t worth even one fingernail of Donald Meskill. So he decided there was no point in playing anymore. If one grandson was to die, then so be it. After all, he had more than twenty grandchildren.

"Well then, I won’t be shy," Yusuf Zuck snorted coldly. "Your grandson just injured my friend, and he also wrecked my car!"

"Youngest, write a ten million check!" The moment Yusuf Zuck finished speaking, Gatlin Meskill once again ordered his third son to write a ten million check.

Yusuf Zuck had already extorted ten million from his home, so what’s one more ten million to him!

"Ten million? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?" Yusuf Zuck snorted angrily as the third son reached for the pen. "My life might be as worthless as a mad dog’s, but my friend’s is precious. So, five hundred million, not a cent less."

"Write it!" Gatlin Meskill said through clenched teeth.

The third son was already scared stiff, his legs trembling, so when the Meskill patriarch gave the order, the five-hundred-million check was instantly written.

After scanning the check, Yusuf Zuck’s face broke into a beaming smile as he pocketed it.

"Alright, let’s leave it at that for today. I won’t meet with your family’s nine wolves either. But seriously, don’t bother me again. Just because I didn’t kill any Meskill family member today doesn’t mean I won’t next time." With those words, Yusuf Zuck’s entire body vanished into thin air.

That’s right, he had been sitting right in front of the old Meskill patriarch with six or seven Meskill family high-level members standing behind him. But then he disappeared out of nowhere, vanishing while still talking, along with the Flying Sword.

"Ah..." This time, not only did those few high-ranking Meskill family members scream in fright, but even the calm and collected Gatlin Meskill let out a low gasp. Yusuf Zuck had been less than a meter from him, but after finishing speaking, he was gone. Was he a divine being?

Gatlin Meskill’s body trembled slightly, his hands shaking, while two high-level Meskill members had collapsed to the ground in terror.

Facing a godlike opponent, they felt a profound sense of fear and powerlessness. Yusuf Zuck could take their lives at any moment.

Yusuf Zuck hadn’t left; instead, he was hiding in a corner of the room. Not that he couldn’t leave; he could easily jump out of the broken window. But he was waiting for the return of the little demon of the Meskill family. He wanted to see what the Meskill family would do next.