Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 461 - 460: Forcible Subjugation

Chapter 461: Chapter 460: Forcible Subjugation

"Oh?" Yusuf Zuck’s eyebrows shot up upon hearing Wells Merritt’s words. No wonder these people had been muttering to themselves since they came in, it turned out they wanted to reclaim that forty percent of the dry shares.

"What did Maurice Singleton say?" Yusuf Zuck, sitting on the sofa without moving, looked at the eight managers with a smile. These eight must be in charge of some business area.

"Maurice Singleton had told Mike to watch his words and asked Mike what he wanted to do!" Wells Merritt whispered.

At this point, Denzel Hood spoke up, "Boss, I don’t know why you give this sick man from East Asia forty percent of the dividends every month, but this is all our hard-earned money. We haven’t seen him contribute anything to the company, so we won’t leave today until things are made clear. We don’t mind slaughtering him; once he’s dead, we don’t have to give out the forty percent dry shares, right?"

Wells Merritt swallowed hard, not daring to translate these words.

"Translate every word without missing anything," Yusuf Zuck said in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wells Merritt immediately repeated what Denzel Hood had said.

"Do you want a reason?" Maurice Singleton said with a cold sneer, "You only need to obey orders, you don’t need to know the reasons!"

Maurice Singleton was very domineering, having stepped over corpses to rise to power from the day he took charge of Valhallas. If anybody in the company disagreed, they were simply killed, and over the past few months, his guard team had grown very large, filled with capable fighters.

"Whoosh—" Denzel Hood pulled out a gun, followed by his bodyguards. The bodyguards of the others also pulled out their guns, all pointing at Yusuf Zuck.

They didn’t dare point their guns at Maurice Singleton, as after all, Maurice Singleton was the boss, and an extremely capable one at that.

What they wanted today was a reason and to take back the forty percent dry shares.

Hobby Pope and others outside rushed in with approximately thirty people, all armed with long and short guns. However, after storming into the living room, they didn’t know where to aim their guns since Denzel Hood and Mike’s group did not revolt and had not pointed their guns at Maurice Singleton.

"Alright, Maurice Singleton, send your men out," Yusuf Zuck then stood up, seemingly not the slightest bit afraid of the dozen gun barrels aimed at him.

Wells Merritt, on the other hand, turned deathly pale with fear, shaking uncontrollably.

"Yes, boss." Maurice Singleton had blind trust in Yusuf Zuck because he knew there was nothing Yusuf Zuck couldn’t handle.

Still puzzled, Hobby Pope and the others backed out of the living room, but the guns of Denzel Hood and Mike’s group remained raised.

"Maurice Singleton, you will be my translator now!" Yusuf Zuck patted Maurice Singleton’s shoulder and said, "Tell them, the previous dividend has changed, I’m going from the original forty percent to sixty percent."

Maurice Singleton opened his mouth in shock but still nodded and translated the message accurately.

With a "bang!" upon hearing Maurice Singleton’s words, Denzel Hood couldn’t help but fire his gun, as he no longer wanted to hear any explanations.

And with his gunshot, the others also started shooting at Yusuf Zuck at once!

However... a bizarre scene unfolded; almost as soon as they pulled their triggers, the East Asian Sick Man standing before them vanished—disappeared into thin air right in front of Maurice Singleton.

Everyone was stunned, and the gunfire ceased.

But... although they had stopped, Yusuf Zuck had not. A group with guns pointed at him, a group that called him the Sick Man from East Asia, a group that tried to kill him—how could he possibly let them go?

Furthermore, these people were not his countrymen; they were an Alien Race!

With a "boom," while everyone was in shock and fear, one side of Denzel Hood’s head was blown apart by a punch that went right through his face, bursting open half of his head.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—" It was no longer gunshots, but fists as quick as lightning. No one saw Yusuf Zuck’s moves. In their panic trying to find the target, Mike’s head and the heads of those armed bodyguards were all smashed by a single punch in the same grisly manner.

It seemed as if only a few seconds had passed when the room fell quiet, and Yusuf Zuck had unknowingly taken his seat on the sofa again.

Only a few living people remained in the room.

Sixteen bodyguards were dead, Denzel and Mike were dead as well, and the other few executives stood motionless in the middle of the room. On their foreheads, as if suspended in frozen space and time, were bullets that had suddenly appeared, bullets that weren’t fired, that hadn’t been triggered, yet oddly remained hovering above their skin in a very eerie manner.

In his hand, Yusuf Zuck toyed with a handgun, pondering for a moment. Then, with a sudden squeeze, the handgun twisted, turning into a lump of metal.

"Ask them for me, if they have any objections to me taking a sixty percent share," Yusuf Zuck said indifferently.

He hadn’t killed everyone because doing so would surely plunge Huarez into chaos.

Maurice Singleton, despite having been through many violent storms, couldn’t help but tremble at this moment. Yusuf Zuck hadn’t used a knife or a gun, yet he had shattered the skulls of eighteen people. He was like a ghost; nobody saw how he had done it!

He translated Yusuf Zuck’s words to them, and the remaining six executives knelt on the ground at the same time, especially the woman, whose eyes shone unnaturally bright with adoration as she gazed at Yusuf Zuck.

"No objections? Then clean up this place. The smell is unpleasant, and I highly dislike it," Yusuf Zuck said, shaking his head.

Hobby Pope rushed in from outside. He, too, kept swallowing, for he finally understood why his boss’s boss was entitled to a forty percent share. This wasn’t a human being but a devil.

A devil manipulating the Huarez syndicate from the shadows!

"Honored boss, my name is Elena. Elena is at your complete service!" As Hobby and the others were carrying out the bodies, the only female executive dared to introduce herself.

Of course, she remained kneeling because Yusuf Zuck hadn’t asked them to get up, and the bullets were still perched on their heads.

"Get up, come and have a seat to talk," he said.

With a "pop," the bullet fell from Elena’s forehead, and Wells Merritt—who seemed to stand even straighter than before—translated immediately.

Elena gave a seductive smile as she rose slowly and sat down in front of Yusuf Zuck, as gentle as a little cat.

"Honored boss, my name is Paul, and Paul is at your service," another executive said, and after speaking, he covered his chest with one hand and gave Yusuf Zuck a bow.

"Get up, sit down and let’s talk," Yusuf Zuck said with a smiling nod.

"Honored boss, my name is David..."

"My name is... Billy."

"My name is Nicholas. Easton."

"My name is... Andrew."

"My name is Jude."

The six executives sat down in front of Yusuf Zuck one by one, and Yusuf Zuck smiled, "Serve me, and you may live, you may get rich. Betray me, and I will send you to meet Satan!"

"We will serve you, boss," the six said in unison.

"Good, starting with Elena, introduce your jobs to me. A brief report will do," Yusuf Zuck said, then called Maurice Singleton to his side and whispered a few words to him.

Maurice Singleton nodded and walked out.