Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 522 - 521: Destroying Decrepitude

Chapter 522: Chapter 521: Destroying Decrepitude

Yusuf Zuck had hurried over, but when he arrived, he coincidentally witnessed the young man committing the act of heart-extraction murder.

Clearly, the young man was a villain, so the one contending with him was a good person. Without hesitation, Yusuf shouted angrily and directly stomped the floor of the small temple, collapsing it. Then, like a deity descending to earth, he entered the fray and exchanged a punch with the young man!

"Boom—crack, crack, crack—" Under the immense force, those elongated and sharp claws, like eggshells, were instantly crushed into a bloody mess, along with his forearm and shoulder, shattered by Yusuf’s overpowering strength.

"Pfft—." The young man had not anticipated the arrival of such a ferocious and mighty figure. The other’s strength was even more formidable than Fasting, so not only did his right arm disappear in the blink of an eye, but he also spouted a mouthful of fresh blood.

However, the young man was also cunning and resourceful. Just as he was about to hit the ground, the tip of his foot suddenly tapped forcefully, and then he dashed madly toward the upstairs passage.

He wanted to flee, not caring about anyone else, as his own life was at stake.

"Thinking of running? Too late." Yusuf was unbelievably furious, first because he saw the injuries Rachel Fournier had suffered, and second because of the tragic state of the several householders. Therefore, he was prepared to embark on a deadly spree today.

When the young man clumsily reached the stairway passage, Yusuf’s figure flashed, suddenly appearing behind him, and delivered a fierce kick to the young man’s shin with his colossal strength.

"Crack—Bang!" The young man’s lower leg broke, and as he was running forward, he fell headfirst to the ground, striking his head against the steps, causing blood to gush out instantly.

"Beast!" Yusuf swore loudly as he lifted his foot and stomped down again.

"Crack—" Another leg was crushed under his foot, and the young man’s screams of agony were piercing.

With both legs broken, he couldn’t even stand up, but Yusuf still feared he might try to escape, so he stomped another foot down, this time on the young man’s left arm.

All limbs broken, the young man was utterly crippled on the steps.

Yusuf’s movements were lightning-fast; from his descent like a deity to breaking the young man’s limbs, some people still hadn’t reacted.

But a few did react, and among them, several bandits roared as they charged toward Rachel Fournier, knowing that they might not survive now that a powerful figure had arrived, but having a hostage gave them a glimmer of hope.

Four house leaders attempted to rush forward, but were blocked by the bandits.

"Seeking death." After completely thwarting the young man’s chance to escape, Yusuf took a fierce step forward, his body shook, and as he raised his arms, various weapons and implements of punishment started to levitate from the corners of the jail cell.

"Ah..." At this sight, everyone was petrified!

"Die!" Yusuf, having killed many, had come to a conclusion based on experience, that to kill the enemy with the fastest speed and in the most terrifying manner, using any means, was the greatest principle.

Never waste time talking to the enemy, because in the time you waste talking, anything could happen. So, if he could kill the enemy a second sooner, he wouldn’t delay for half a second.

Among the implements were some spiked awls, iron hooks, and small knives; the weapons included a few large swords, clubs, and staffs.

Therefore, at the instant that these dozens of various iron items started to float, Yusuf’s raised hands violently thrust forward!

Like swift shadows or bolts of lightning, the levitated iron items shot into the bandits’ skulls, necks, wrists in the blink of an eye while they watched, dumbfounded. One rod even penetrated through a man’s mouth, exiting the back of his skull, which was particularly horrifying.

Of course, a few did not die immediately, such as those who had threatened Rachel Fournier with knives; their sword-wielding wrists were simply severed by the flying weapons.

"Kill!" The four house leaders, seeing Rachel’s peril resolved and supported by a celestial figure, were inundated with boiling blood and roared as they charged at the wounded but not yet dead bandits.

They poured all their anger, frustration, grief, and grievances upon those bandits.

In the meantime, Yusuf rushed to Rachel’s side, tore off the locks on her, and picked her up in his arms.

In the end, every bandit died, their bodies bloody and mangled beyond recognition.

"This one, useful, I want a prisoner alive, bind him up, stop the bleeding," Yusuf coldly ordered the house leaders.

"Yes." The house leaders bent their bodies into a ninety-degree bow. This was truly a deity’s descent, whatever ’Late-Glimpse Stage’, whatever band of robbers, none stood half a chance against this man. His appearance devastated all like a whirlwind, his dominance left them feeling as if a true deity had indeed descended.

"I fantasized that one day, you would come to rescue me. Weird, isn’t it? These days, why have I always been thinking about you?" Rachel Fournier’s arms hung limply, and she looked terrifying with several cuts on her face—she was disfigured. Her whole body was a mess, as if she had become a total wreck.

After a moment’s thought, Yusuf Zuck asked, "Have you fallen for me?"

"I don’t know. I thought about it before, but now, in this condition, I don’t dare to think about it anymore." Even as Yusuf Zuck held her, Rachel Fournier’s face was filled with loss. After all, as a girl, she had dreamed of what kind of family she would marry into, but now she didn’t dare to speak of love!

"Why don’t you dare think about it anymore?" Yusuf Zuck continued to carry her upstairs.

"Would you dare to want someone in this state?" Rachel Fournier replied angrily.

"What’s there not to dare? Stripped of clothes, all women are the same..." Yusuf Zuck said shamelessly.

"Tch, tch, tch... I’m so tired... and so sleepy..." Rachel Fournier suddenly burst into tears.

"Wait a bit before you sleep, I’ll make sure you get a good rest. What are you fussing about? Have you forgotten how I was hopping around the day after getting shot? Have you forgotten how Dream Morrow could run and jump after I laid my hands on his broken ribs? Your injuries are minor, I can even make those cuts on your face disappear!"

"Ah..." Rachel Fournier let out an incredulous gasp.

"Ah my foot, but do you really like me? Well, once you’re better, we’ll have a nice long chat about life in bed," Yusuf Zuck said with a wicked grin, of course, trying to cheer her up in his own way.

"Like you, my foot! I’m destined to be the Sect Leader of Harley Strong, bound to live a life without marriage or children," Rachel Fournier suddenly cursed, trying to mask her own embarrassment.

"Hahaha..." Yusuf Zuck burst into laughter.

After leaving the basement and going upstairs, there were two Taoists lying on the floor with their necks twisted, Yusuf Zuck had no idea if they were good or bad people, but they were likely not good—what good person would help a tyrant?

So he killed them, without the slightest burden on his conscience.

He laid Rachel Fournier down on a bed and without saying a word, stuffed his fingers into her mouth.

"What... um... what are you doing..." Overcome, Rachel Fournier tried not to cry or laugh. This position was a bit too intimate for her comfort.

It was true that she liked and admired Yusuf Zuck, and there was no denying that she considered him a reliable man. But she had never once thought about becoming Yusuf Zuck’s woman or marrying him or anything like that.

Her life was already set in stone; at thirty, she would cut her hair and renounce the secular world.

Of course, this renunciation meant entering the Taoist way, becoming a Taoist nun, committed to never marrying for her whole life. This was a tradition passed down from the ancestors of Harley Strong.

The founding grandmother of Harley Strong took her vows at thirty and established the sect.

"It’s going to hurt quite a bit, so bear with it, but it’ll be good for you. You’ll feel a kind of energy flowing through your body..." Yusuf Zuck softly said.

"I’m not afraid of pain anymore..." Rachel Fournier said, her complexion changing and then quickly turning pale as the medication took effect.

But it seemed she really wasn’t afraid of the pain, she didn’t utter a single sound of discomfort, nor did she move an inch.

Yusuf Zuck looked at her fingernails—the bastards had pulled them all out. Too damn cruel, completely inhumane.

"Whoosh~" With visibly increasing speed, Yusuf Zuck watched as her fingernails seemed to be surrounded by a halo of light and saw a mix of black and red blood seeping from the cuts on her face.

With a "snap~" he heard an odd noise and felt a huge breath of air violently burst from her body!

Yusuf Zuck was pushed back by the blast of air, quickly stood up, and watched her in disbelief.

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PS: Four updates today—at noon, in the afternoon, and in the evening, at the usual times. I’m very tired, but I’m persevering. There will be a major release at the end of the month, with a total of fifty updates scheduled for the 26th, 27th, and 28th. Uncle here is really pushing the limit, just so you know, guaranteeing three to four updates every day, waking up at 4:30 in the morning to start writing. Mm-hmm, thank you to all the students for your support, for your votes, and your rewards. Thank you, everyone.