Chapter 7: Chapter 7: There's a Bomb
Yusuf Zuck's speed was incredibly fast. With a full burst of energy, he rocketed forward like a Sharp Arrow, and in a whoosh, he had already closed the distance to the security team captain, Samuel Ross.
However, what Yusuf Zuck never expected was that this Samuel Ross was also a deeply hidden master. He had been mingling in the capital for nearly ten years and had reportedly gained the appreciation of many big brothers in society, mixing with all sorts and becoming a minor figure in the capital's social circles.
So, just as Yusuf Zuck's fist was about to smash into Samuel Ross's face, Samuel Ross, as if with a sixth sense, leaned his body back and at the same time threw a front kick straight at Yusuf Zuck's chest.
Yusuf Zuck reacted very quickly, after all, he was a trained fighter and now was shrouded in Telekinesis, so the moment Samuel Ross's right foot kicked forward, he swiftly sidestepped and threw a leg around the throat!
"Whoosh~" Samuel Ross's body was completely lifted into the air, Yusuf Zuck held his leg with one hand and his throat with the other. With a fierce push and press forward, Samuel Ross was slammed solidly onto the ground.
"Puh~" The immense force of the impact caused Samuel Ross to spit out blood. It was a heavy throw, and his internal organs were all churning, but this tough guy also resisted fiercely. Almost the instant he spat blood, he quickly pulled something out from behind his waist.
Yusuf Zuck's Telekinesis constantly shrouded Samuel Ross, so when he noticed the small movement, he was immediately shocked and, without thinking, reached directly for Samuel Ross's hand.
The object that Samuel Ross had pulled out from behind his waist was revealed not to be a gun, but a black, taser flashlight.
Yusuf Zuck broke out in a cold sweat from the scare, thinking to himself how close it was, and that it was good that he moved quickly to stop Samuel Ross. Otherwise, another electric shock could have had unpredictable consequences.
However, to Yusuf Zuck's complete surprise, Samuel Ross's ruthlessness far exceeded his imagination. Even though Yusuf Zuck had grabbed Samuel Ross's wrist, preventing the electric baton from shocking him, Samuel Ross could still shock himself. As blood foamed at the corners of his mouth and he grinned sinisterly, he turned on the electric baton, emitting a crackling sound of electrical discharges, and then savagely shocked his own shoulder!
Since Yusuf Zuck and Samuel Ross were hand in hand, the moment Samuel Ross electrocuted himself, Yusuf Zuck also started convulsing alongside him. The shock baton produced high voltage, which was no joke to be on the receiving end of.
With a "bang", after the first wave of electric shocks, Yusuf Zuck also collapsed onto the ground, his body shuddering uncontrollably.
An electric shock can cause muscle spasms, and the intense pain is unbearable.
Samuel Ross was also convulsing, and even more severely than Yusuf Zuck—after all, Yusuf Zuck merely received a passing shock, while Samuel Ross was directly electrocuted.
"Motherfucker, you're crazy..." Just a few seconds later, Yusuf Zuck suddenly sprang to his feet with a carp flip, but he didn't dare to approach Samuel Ross anymore; this Samuel Ross was really damn ruthless, brutal not only to his enemies but also to himself.
"Huff~" After quickly scanning his body, and seeing that the string of Blood Beads in his head looked the same as before, without any secondary mutations, Yusuf Zuck then relaxed.
"Captain, Captain, how are you, how are you doing?" Floyd Hart at this point felt an urge to pee. Whether it was Yusuf Zuck fighting Benedict Cooke or Samuel Ross, this wasn't a fight, this was downright life-or-death, and Floyd Hart was frightened to the point of nearly wetting himself.
He ran to Samuel Ross's side, pinching the renzhong acupoint and vigorously shaking his head. It took over a minute before Samuel Ross shook his head and eventually stood up unsteadily.
"Still fighting?" Samuel Ross wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; he was severely injured because Yusuf Zuck had hit too hard.
"Fight, of course we fight!" Yusuf Zuck prepared to give Samuel Ross a harsh one, to knock him out with one punch, just like he did to Benedict Cooke!
When Floyd Hart heard Yusuf Zuck still wanted to fight, he immediately exclaimed in fright, "Yusuf Zuck, Brother Yusuf, don't fight anymore, ok? Isn't it just two hundred bucks? I'll pay you back, alright? Captain, don't fight him anymore, this guy is a lunatic." Floyd Hart suddenly realized that all these bastards in their security team were the kind who would go all out in a fight.
"Yusuf Zuck, I admit what I did last month was wrong. Let's be friends, and stop fighting!" Samuel Ross also knew that he was no match for Yusuf Zuck, and continuing to fight would surely result in great loss, possibly even leading to months in the hospital.
He was the kind of person who could get along with everyone. In the capital's social scene, those who endured by fighting and killing would only be laughed at. Nowadays, it was all about using your brains; only idiots would go out and fight every day.
Yusuf Zuck's face stern, he extended his hand: "Pay up. First, return the two hundred you scammed from me!" The guy was all about money.
Seeing Yusuf Zuck so obsessed with money, Samuel Ross realized that Yusuf Zuck must really be a money-grubber; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so persistent over a mere two hundred dollars.
"Fine, I was in the wrong first, so here's your two hundred bucks back." Samuel Ross was quite straightforward, pulling out his wallet and handing over two bills.
Yusuf Zuck snatched the money quickly and pocketed it before he started laughing, "I'm not one to cause trouble for no reason. If you didn't pay me back, I could have nagged you to death, believe it or not?"
"I believe it," Samuel nodded. At that moment, his understanding of Yusuf Zuck deepened, realizing that one should never be short of money when dealing with Yusuf Zuck in the future!
"You'd better check on Marco Schmidt. The punch I threw earlier was quite heavy; I hope it didn't give him a concussion." Yusuf Zuck reminded him, a bit guiltily, as Marco Schmidt had been lying on the ground for nearly two minutes, and Yusuf feared that he might have turned the poor guy into a vegetable.
"It shouldn't be a big issue. Floyd, bring over some water!" Samuel Ross wasn't panicked at all. Instead, he calmly approached Benedict Cooke, crouching down to check his pupils before using two fingers to feel for his carotid pulse.
Floyd Hart brought over a half-finished bottle of mineral water that he didn't know who had left behind. Samuel drank a big gulp and then sprayed the rest on Benedict Cooke's face!
"Ouch..." Benedict Cooke woke up instantly from the splash, clutching his head and yelling in pain. He truly seemed to have a concussion.
"If you're not dead, get up," Samuel stood up, glanced at Yusuf Zuck, and said, "How about I treat you to lunch? Shall we go have a good meal out?"
"Seriously?" Yusuf Zuck inwardly praised Samuel for not being simple-minded. Just a minute ago, they were enemies, but he was already proposing reconciliation and offering an olive branch, showing flexibility and strength of character, which explained why he could mix well in the social circles of the capital. With his sophistication, Samuel's future seemed pretty secure.
"It's just a meal, can it be fake?" Samuel laughed.
Yusuf Zuck stroked his chin, "Maybe I shouldn't go? I can eat a lot, and I'm afraid I'll devour your entire month's salary."
"Salary? Do you know how much I make in a month? Come on, we've never had a meal together before. This lunch will be our formal introduction to each other."
Seeing Samuel didn't seem to be pretending, Yusuf Zuck bluntly nodded his head, "Alright, since the captain took care of this beautifully, let's bury the hatchet from now on, and never bring it up again!" He was also a straightforward person, having mingled in society for several years back home, so he understood the ways of the world.
Just as everyone was making peace and getting ready to go out for a meal, a security guard suddenly ran into the gym, panting, "Cap... Cap... Captain, there's... there's... trouble. The police are here."
"The police are here?" Yusuf Zuck and Samuel Ross, among others, were a bit stunned. How could it be trouble just because the police had arrived?
"Five Cents, can you freaking sing it out?" Floyd Hart cursed.
"Alright...alright...tha...tha...that..." Five Cents was an odd character in the security department with a severe stutter, and he was nicknamed Five Cents because he would go to internet cafes on his days off to earn money by overnight gaming. Online, there were "wumao," also known as members of the "Fifty Cent Army," who would post comments on various forums for fifty cents each, and he was one of those online commenters, all organized in a QQ group, ready to swarm different websites with comments when a task was at hand.
That's why he was a "wumao."
"I'll kick you to death," Floyd was so angry that he kicked Five Cents in the buttocks, prompting him to immediately shut up and then start singing, "Captain, the police have arrived, someone reported a bomb in our hotel."
"Pff—" Hearing Five Cents finish his song, Yusuf Zuck and Samuel, along with others, almost jumped in shock. A bomb in their hotel?
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