Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 560 - 559: Mysterious Couple

Chapter 560: Chapter 559: Mysterious Couple

Devin King’s persuasive skills were unmatched, and after just a few words, Danny Hart and the couple Dog Egg had all agreed. Only Kenelm Lopez was giving Devin King a look that was a mixture of laughter and tears.

He didn’t really have any weaknesses, so after swaying the other three, Devin King went straight to strong-arming him, asking if he agreed. Devin King meant that if he didn’t agree, then so be it—they wouldn’t miss him.

"Damn it, ten million, we had a deal," Kenelm Lopez said through gritted teeth.

"OK," Devin King laughed heartily, then turned back to Yusuf Zuck and said, "How about it? Is the agreement reached?"

"It’s reached. As soon as I return from Hong Kong, I’ll immediately take over the Nash family," Yusuf Zuck nodded. With the addition of four experts accompanying him to Hong Kong, his chances of rescuing Sara Zuck were even greater.

Over the phone, Dream Morrow had implied that the person in white who showed up last was extremely powerful; with just the sound of a flute, he had overthrown everyone. That person was likely to be a Fasting expert of at least the middle or late stage.

"Let’s go, to the airport," Yusuf Zuck commanded, preparing to head to the airport overnight.

...

Meanwhile, on the Yangtze River, a fishing boat was making its way upstream, with Ty Meskill and Tyler Nash lying on the deck, gasping for air.

After making their way from the Huangpu River to the Yangtze, they had found a boat and jumped aboard, tossing the fisherman into the river.

"Who are those four people, why did we run, why did we have to run!" Tyler Nash was retching, spitting out water while loudly questioning.

"Don’t speak to me with that tone, you’re not yet qualified!" Ty Meskill sat up; with a light shake of his body, mist started to arise from the top of his head and all over, and his soaking wet clothes began to dry rapidly!

Tyler Nash opened his mouth, staring at Ty Meskill in disbelief.

He knew Ty Meskill was strong, but he had no idea just how strong he really was.

"Don’t try to provoke me, and don’t harbor any ill intentions. You are my creation, so I can also end you!" Ty Meskill spoke coldly.

"Disciple wouldn’t dare. You are my reborn parents, my lifesaver. Disciple would never dare to betray his master," Tyler Nash knelt and said.

"Heh, you wouldn’t dare?" Ty Meskill laughed loudly. This Tyler Nash was a little wolf pup indeed, waiting for his teeth to grow, his claws to sharpen—Ty Meskill believed this little wolf pup would eventually come for his life.

Tyler Nash respectfully bowed his head and said no more.

A long while later, Ty Meskill finally spoke faintly, "One of those four is called Danny Hart, known in the martial world as Blackie Hart. His martial arts are unpredictable and mysterious. Despite his unclear origins, he once fought alone against the masters of Five Lakes and Eighteen Forts, defeating countless experts within ten moves."

"Another one is called Kenelm Lopez, rumored to be a fugitive from Dragon Gate. His skill has reached the transformative realm, and he stepped into Innate years ago. He must undoubtedly be at the Innate level by now."

"The other two are a married couple—the man is called Kingsley Cooke, the woman Mrs. Cooke. Don’t be deceived by their appearance of country folks coming to the city, they are descendants of ’Barclay Cooke.’ Perhaps you don’t know who that is, but over a hundred years ago, Barclay Cooke was a dominant force across the south and north of the river, vanishing after reaching Innate, likely still alive even now."

"Then Master, are you at the Innate level?" Tyler Nash asked softly.

"Hahaha." Ty Meskill just laughed at Tyler Nash’s question, but he didn’t answer, maintaining his mystery.

"I’m not satisfied. I want to go back!" Tyler Nash suddenly said.

"Go back?" Ty Meskill smirked coldly. "To go back and die? You’re no match for that Yusuf Zuck!"

"I haven’t really fought him yet," Tyler Nash protested loudly.

"Hmph!" Ty Meskill snorted coldly. "With just one Flying Sword, he had you all flustered. If it weren’t for your master being there, do you think you’d still be alive? You’re like a forced sapling. Although you’ve reached Fasting, your foundation is too weak. This is a lesson!"

"But all’s not lost. We’ve had some gains!" Ty Meskill laughed again. "Has the Nash family’s money been transferred?"

"A portion has been transferred," Tyler Nash sighed and said. "It’s only been a few days; a lot of the funds are still in motion. Although I’ve become the Family Head, each step requires approval."

"How much in total?" Ty Meskill asked.

"Ten billion US dollars," Tyler Nash replied, holding up a finger.

"Oh," Ty Meskill glanced at Tyler Nash, nodded without saying a word. Tyler Nash was lying to him; he must have swiped more than ten billion.

But ten billion was enough; he had important uses for this money.

"By the way, Master, are we going to Hong Kong? I don’t even know if things worked out there!" Tyler Nash suddenly said.

"Go to Hong Kong? Return to the mountain. You need to continue cultivating. The Dragon Gate is about to open, and before it does, all kinds of demons and ghosts will jump out, causing various chaos. Countless masters will emerge, so your cultivation level is just trash!"

"Do many people want to enter the Dragon Gate?" Tyler Nash asked, puzzled.

"Some people want to go in, some don’t," Ty Meskill shrugged.

"Why is that?" Tyler Nash asked, still confused.

"Because those who come out of the Dragon Gate will reach a realm beyond the Innate, so many who haven’t reached it want to go in, and those afraid of dying don’t want to go in."

"Then I also want to go in!" Tyler Nash said excitedly.

"It’s not just about wanting to go in; not everyone who wants to get in can; not everyone who wants to get out can. Focus on cultivating," Ty Meskill shook his head.

"Yes, I will listen to you, Master. You are like a second set of parents to me. It’s a pity I’m not a woman; otherwise, I would surely offer myself to you!" Tyler Nash suddenly said coquettishly.

"Don’t disgust me; go disgust someone else," Ty Meskill stood up and said.

Tyler Nash smiled sadly, revealing an indescribable bitterness.

...

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Kempinski Hotel, Presidential Suite!

"Miss Zuck, please don’t be nervous. We will not harm you," a woman was comforting Sara Zuck, who sat on the bed.

And now, Sara Zuck was not bound or anything; there was even a lavish supper prepared on the dining table not far away!

"Then are you planning to harm my brother?" Sara Zuck said with an angry look.

"No, no, no," the man in white sitting not far away immediately shook his head, "We will not harm your brother either!"

"Then what do you want?" Sara Zuck asked, puzzled.

"We just want him to help us," the man in white said, "because he can help us."

"You’re not sent by that Tyler Nash?" Sara Zuck asked weirdly.

"Who is Tyler Nash?" the man in white scoffed, "We, husband and wife, do not obey anyone. The reason we invited you here is first to discuss cooperation with your brother and second, my wife wants to have dinner with you. When we called your agent, we were rejected several times. You should consider changing your agent."

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Sara Zuck scoffed.

"You will," the man in white smiled, "Let’s have dinner first. After dinner, you can go home!"

"What?" Sara Zuck looked astonished at the man in white’s words.

"Miss Zuck, my husband is telling the truth. We really just want to cooperate with your brother. He saved you earlier because he noticed someone was going to harm you. Also, later, you need to help me with an autograph."

"Alright, let’s have dinner first, Miss Zuck, please." A very pretty woman, seemingly only a few years older than Sara Zuck, took Sara’s hand and walked her to the dining table to sit down.

"Mia Escobar, hurry and take out your phone to take a picture of the dinner with Miss Zuck for keepsake!" The woman hugged Sara Zuck’s neck and raised a victory sign with her hand.

Sara Zuck was utterly baffled.