Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 530 - 529: They Are Brothers

Chapter 530: Chapter 529: They Are Brothers

"Is taking off clothes embarrassing?" Ariel Higgins suddenly countered after hearing Yusuf Zuck’s words, and she asked as if she had every right to.

Everyone fell silent.

"Do you care?" Ariel looked at Yusuf.

"What do I care about? It’s not me," Yusuf said with a wry smile.

"Then I don’t care either," Ariel shrugged her shoulders. "I’ll just think of it as body art acupuncture; it’s not like we’re getting into bed. Why are your faces all red?" she asked, looking around at everyone.

Everyone continued to remain speechless.

"Of course, when you’re giving me acupuncture, others can’t watch. Having one person watch is different from having a group of people watch—it’s indeed a bit inappropriate, like a monkey in a zoo. Although this female monkey doesn’t care about anything, you bunch of male monkeys should still keep your distance!" She spoke coldly; although there was a joking tone to her words, everyone could feel that this woman was definitely crazy.

"Alright, I’ll see if there’s any medicine left over in the end, and if there is, I’ll give you some," Yusuf compromised.

"No need for that, Memphis Blackwell, am I taking your spot? Do you have a problem with that?" Ariel turned to Memphis and asked.

"Why... why... why... why..." Memphis tried to speak but just couldn’t continue.

"Why should it be you, right?" Ariel finished the sentence for him.

"Yes, yes, yes... wha... wha...why... why..." Memphis still couldn’t articulate his words.

"Just say whether you agree or not, don’t ask why," Ariel said indifferently to Memphis.

"I...I...I..." Memphis’s face reddened, and his neck grew thick as he looked at Ariel and stammered, everyone eager to hear whether he would agree or disagree.

"I... I agree..." After much struggling, the guy actually agreed.

"Then there’s no problem. I’m second in line," Ariel said with a smile.

"Damn it..." Everyone looked at Memphis as if he were a monster. Why would the stammerer agree? Did they have a thing going on?

"Don’t... don’t... don’t freaking look at me like that. If I... if I didn’t agree, the boss would kick me to death!" Memphis said defensively.

"Damn, what does it have to do with me?" Yusuf was utterly baffled on the side!

"You... you two...if you say there’s nothing between you, I...I freaking won’t believe it!"

"Pfft—" Everyone burst into laughter at Memphis’s words, and even Ariel couldn’t help but laugh heartily, while Yusuf kicked out: "I...I...I’m going to kick you to death right now."

The group goofed around for a while, lightening the mood considerably, even Samuel Ross, sitting on the bed, couldn’t help but laugh.

"Alright, no more laughing. Let’s get started," Yusuf signaled for Samuel to hurry up.

"Sister Ariel, dear grandma, can you step out, please? I really can’t handle this," Samuel pleaded with Ariel.

"Didn’t I hear you often take your brothers out to fool around? How come you’re scared now?" Ariel quipped, but still turned and gracefully stepped out, her high heels clicking away.

With her gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one could tame that hooligan of a woman.

"Samuel Ross, what a glorious feat, even Ariel Higgins knows you like to mess around!" Yusuf Zuck abruptly yanked off Samuel’s bath strap, and Samuel wailed endlessly, "I learned it all from Jerome Hart."

"How... how is this related to me?" Jerome Hart, with a face full of grievance, wondered why he was always so easy to bully.

"Exactly, we all learned from you." The crowd followed up with kicks and punches, giving Jerome Hart another beating.

How did Jerome Hart get his nickname? When he was working as a security guard, he also moonlighted by writing paid reviews, earning fifty cents per review, and what did he do with the extra cash? Threesomes. He was never a serious guy!

Jerome Hart, on the verge of tears, cursed non-stop about having no human rights, the inhumanity, and called everyone sons of turtles.

Of course, he also enjoyed this beating process—the roughhousing among brothers was what made it fun. After all, it wasn’t a real fight, and nobody was actually hitting hard.

It was only when Yusuf Zuck began applying the acupuncture needles did everyone realize why he made Samuel Ross wash up so thoroughly and then spread his legs—there was a needle going underneath the family jewels.

"Callie Garrett!" During the acupuncture session, Jerome Hart deliberately yelled out loud.

"Pfft—" Yusuf’s hand trembled, and Maxwell Ross suffered as a result. The needle missed the right spot, causing bleeding.

The rest of the group charged forward again and pressed him down for another bout of punches.

Isaac Quintana and Anais Dillon joined later, and hadn’t witnessed such a scene with Yusuf Zuck and the brothers before, and from what they could see, these brothers were the real deal. Although they addressed Yusuf as ’boss’ or ’big brother,’ they were doubtlessly close friends!

They really liked this atmosphere, finding it especially warm and familiar.

Jerome Hart’s mouth was blocked, and Samuel Ross cursed under his breath, vowing to sort out Jerome Hart later.

Luckily, it didn’t last long. Once Samuel Ross let out a fart, everyone, including Yusuf Zuck, had no choice but to beat a hasty retreat from the hot spring room. By the time they ran out, Yusuf’s first attempt at initiation with the needles had been successfully completed.

"It’s... it’s so damn stinky, did Samuel Ross eat a dead child or something?" Jerome Hart and others retched continuously outside. Samuel’s fart was long and loud, and now the whole room was uninhabitable, with even Samuel himself rolling his eyes and running out wrapped in a bath towel.

"Alright, it’s enough, haha, halfway successful." Yusuf Zuck couldn’t help but laugh when he saw a faint Inner Qi swirling inside Samuel’s body—he was performing the strategy for the first time, following the steps, angle, needle speed, and depth that Jerome Hart had used on him. He had thought it would take several attempts to succeed, but to his surprise, he succeeded on the first try.

Of course, he knew that having Telekinesis was a huge advantage—it could manipulate everything with precision, unparalleled.

"Let’s continue with the other half. I’ll go get the vinegar juice; I can’t wait any longer." Holding his mouth, Samuel Ross hurried back in, and shortly after, he came out with a large glass vessel filled with a pitch-black substance that resembled traditional Chinese medicine soup.

"You drink one-third of it, up to here, not too much, but not too little. Also, immediately after drinking, recite the Qi-merging chant I taught you before." Over the past two days, after Yusuf Zuck had gathered them, he made them memorize the Qi-merging chant by heart, as it was crucial. When the medicine power took effect, they needed to cooperate with the circulation of Inner Qi in their practice. The chant was precisely for that—the combination of medicine power and circulation was necessary to breakthrough to the Grandmaster level.

"Got it, got it, I’ve memorized it all." Unable to wait, Samuel Ross took the vessel and gulped down several mouthfuls. The medicine had a sour taste, a bitter taste, a spicy bite, and even a salty flavor—the concoction was incredibly unpleasant to drink, but he pinched his nose and drank a third of it.

After drinking one-third, he immediately sat down cross-legged across from Yusuf Zuck, reciting the Qi-merging chant loudly while Yusuf carefully squatted beside him, observing every reaction within his body.

Seemingly triggering a chemical reaction with gurgling sounds, Samuel’s belly rumbled as if he were filling with gas. Starting from the stomach region, lumps seemed to be forming in his muscles, moving around inside his body.

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PS: Brothers, let’s walk this path together, classmates, let’s go.