43: Chapter 43: Red Stick Otis Quinn 43: Chapter 43: Red Stick Otis Quinn Yusuf Zuck, Blair Larson’s security guard and a young man in his twenties, waited in the parking lot after speaking with Samuel Ross on the phone.
When he saw Yusuf getting out of the car followed by Ross and Cooke, he knew the man walking in front was the “friend” ntioned by Brother Ross.
“Which floor?” Yusuf asked briskly as he approached Blair.
Blair sized Yusuf up and nodded, “Seventh floor, room 707.”
“Thank you,” Yusuf replied softly and continued walking inside.
Ross and Cooke didn’t stop either.
Blair followed them, whispering sothing.
Blair didn’t follow them upstairs; he just saw Yusuf and the others into the elevator.
It wasn’t that he was unfaithful, but he didn’t want to get involved in this matter.
He and Samuel weren’t close enough to take a blade in the ribs for each other.
Inside the elevator, Samuel again said, “Yusuf, don’t be impulsive.
Think of the future.
If we step back, the world will be wide open.
Nowadays, taking a loss is gaining an advantage.
Making a big deal out of it isn’t good.”
“I understand,” Yusuf nodded, smiling at Samuel.
“Then I’ll have to trouble you, captain.” Yusuf wasn’t foolish; if his sister was unhard, he wouldn’t escalate the situation.
Paying so money was fine if it resolved the issue peacefully.
After all, his sister would still need to attend university in the capital, and if things really blew up, her safety would be a concern.
So, if Samuel took the lead and managed to negotiate, there would be no fighting.
Of course, all this was predicated on his sister being okay!
The elevator quickly reached the seventh floor, and Samuel stepped out first, walking ahead of Yusuf.
The hallway was long and noisy, with singing coming from each private room and n and won coming and going.
Two people were standing outside room 707—one was a waiter, and the other, a youngster leaning against the wall smoking, appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen.
The youngster squinted as he saw Samuel, Yusuf, and Benedict Cooke approach the door.
With a challenging tone, he asked, “What’s the aning of this?”
“Hello, hello.
My na is Samuel Ross.
Among those inside is my sister.
I ca to apologize—” But before Samuel could finish, Yusuf suddenly stepped forward and kicked the door open.
Yes, he kicked the door.
Samuel felt a chill under his feet at that mont.
He had already repeated several tis to Yusuf, who had also agreed to cooperate, but why couldn’t he hold back now?
When would he change his habit of kicking doors?
Of course, this was no ti for second thoughts, as Yusuf had charged inside.
There were many people in room 707, and among them, a skinny man in his thirties was watching Sara Zuck drink with a wicked smirk on his face!
Indeed, Sara was drinking at that mont—and from a large beer mug filled with transparent liquor!
When Yusuf saw the number 707 on the door, he used telekinesis to scan inside.
Unfortunately, he caught a glimpse of Sara drinking—undoubtedly, she was being forced!
“Bang—” The door opened and everyone’s gaze turned.
“Motherfucker, are you looking to die?” The youngster charged at Yusuf from behind, but Benedict was quicker, moving fast to slap and shove the youngster down to the floor inside!
There were eight n in the room, including the skinny man.
One of them seed to be a supervisor or manager of the KTV, standing in the room, while the others were seated.
When the door was kicked open and the youngster was pushed down, with the exception of the skinny man, the other six stood up with fierce looks on their faces.
None of them spoke; they just stared intently at Yusuf, Samuel, and Benedict.
“Everyone sit down,” the skinny man suddenly laughed and said, “What brings the brothers here?
Which student’s family do you belong to?”
Hearing the thin man’s words, Yusuf Zuck strode over to the couch where Sara Zuck was sitting, snatched the draft beer cup from her hand, and then twisted her face to look at the five finger marks imprinted on it.
Her right cheek was sowhat swollen, with five finger marks clearly visible on it.
Sara Zuck didn’t make a sound; she didn’t cry.
At that mont, Samuel Ross sensed trouble brewing, realizing that the woman drinking was Yusuf’s sister and appeared to have been hit as well.
Yusuf had, at that point, unnaturally cald down, gently placed the cup he was holding on the table, and glanced at the thin man before saying, “Otis Quinn, is it?”
“Huh?” Upon hearing Yusuf’s words, the thin man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, because he had never expected this person to actually know him.
How did he know?
And seeing his fearless deanor, could it be that he ca from a notable background?
“I am, and who are you?” Otis Quinn narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“I’m her brother,” Yusuf thought for a mont before saying, “Sara, tell what happened tonight.
I want to hear it!”
Although Sara Zuck had no idea what Yusuf intended to do, she still recounted, “Earlier when I went to the restroom, she…” Sara pointed at the heavily made-up woman sitting next to Otis Quinn and continued, “She rushed in hurriedly and ran right into .
Then her high heels caused her to twist her ankle and fall to the ground, shattering her watch!”
“She demanded compensation, starting at eighty thousand, before raising it to eight hundred thousand…”
“Just now he said…” Sara pointed at Otis Quinn and added, “After I finished three drinks, I could just pay forty thousand and that would settle it.”
“What about the face?” Yusuf asked.
“I hit her, what about it?” the made-up woman retorted disdainfully, “Who are you, pretending to be the big brother?
My watch is worth eight hundred thousand; just pay up.
Talking won’t help with anything else!”
Otis Quinn remained silent, sowhat unsure of the sibling’s background.
Given that Beijing was a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons lurked, he knew so people were not to be trifled with, so he observed and waited, seeking to gauge the younger man’s identity.
Yusuf cast a glance at the heavily made-up woman, then looked at Otis Quinn and said, “Otis Quinn, is it?”
“You have two options.
One, you slap this woman ten tis and then pay eight hundred thousand!”
“Two, I slap you ten tis, and then you still pay eight hundred thousand.
Choose one!”
“Whoa~” Upon hearing Yusuf’s words, the six n sitting next to Otis Quinn stood up once more, and Otis Quinn’s expression turned dark.
In Beijing, Otis Quinn was a Grade One character, and his boss, Dante Stewart, was a man with far-reaching influence.
While he was uncertain about Yusuf’s background, that didn’t an he was afraid of him.
Put simply, he was like a rabid dog or could be called a little fiend.
Although officials and influential big brothers could sotis give him orders or shout at him, there were very few who truly dared to offend him.
After all, it’s said that the King of Hell is easy to see but little devils are tricky to deal with.
If you get on his bad side, what does it matter if you’re a lord or a big shot?
Are the lords not afraid of death?
Not afraid of their wives and children missing arms or legs?
Therefore, the offspring of officials and the wealthy wouldn’t dare truly provoke him to death.
But now, this young man was clearly toying with him, which was as good as declaring a vendetta.
If it was a vendetta, it had to be avenged!
Samuel Ross, standing at the door, hadn’t expected Yusuf Zuck to be so bold.
Benedict Cooke’s eyes glittered non-stop.
Yusuf was actually demanding Otis Quinn to compensate him?
It seed like things were on the brink of escalation.
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