Chapter 302: Begin the Slaughter
"Whoosh~" As soon as Paisley Kirk ran to Yusuf Zuck’s side, he immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around her.
He had just heard her conversation with Lucy Clayton through telekinesis and couldn’t believe it. Lucy Clayton had actually deceived such a young girl on the pretext of letting her go?
Yusuf Zuck had already sentenced Lucy Clayton to death in his mind, but he also felt contempt for him. Was this really the behavior of a gang leader? He was even worse than a small-time thug!
"Huh, Yusuf Zuck?" Lucy Clayton suddenly calmed down and sat down boldly by the hot spring, showing no sign of shame. While talking, he took out a lighter and cigarette from amongst his clothes, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Yusuf Zuck pointed to the phone not far from Lucy Clayton’s feet and laughed, "Stop pretending to be calm. Make a call. I won’t touch you right now, but get your people over here."
"You said it." Lucy Clayton actually chose to sit down precisely because the phone was within reach. He was alone and Yusuf Zuck had a knife. Having heard that Yusuf Zuck was very formidable, he knew he was no match for Yusuf Zuck.
Picking up the mobile phone, he dialed as he kept an eye on Yusuf Zuck, "Little brother Yusuf, I have to admit you’ve got some power, not only getting out but also tracking me down so quickly. But today, we really should settle our old scores..." When he got to this point in the conversation, Lucy Clayton’s call connected, "Damn it, everyone come here, Yusuf Zuck is here." After saying that, he tossed the phone aside.
"Brother, you came with a knife. What, you planning to kill someone? Actually, there’s no major grudge between us, so put down your knife, and let’s have a nice chat in the hot spring, shall we?" Lucy Clayton was actually scared to death, because Yusuf Zuck’s gaze was particularly cold, thus he was truly just feigning calm while also trying to buy time.
Yusuf Zuck took a few steps forward, picked up Paisley Kirk’s clothes, and stuffed them into her arms, saying, "Go back there and get dressed. Don’t come out later."
"Okay." Paisley Kirk’s face was streaked with tears, and she was sobbing softly. After Yusuf Zuck handed her the clothes, she held them and ran behind the partition of the hot spring.