The lights of Wengquan Villa on the outskirts of Beijing were bright, and many cars were parked in the courtyard. When Yusuf Zuck arrived, a group of about seventeen or eighteen people came out of the hall. They stood in two rows and then called out to Yusuf Zuck with the respect ’Lord Zuck’. Indeed, the greeting was uniform. They called him Lord Zuck, not Mr. Zuck or Big Brother Zuck or Boss Zuck, simply Lord Zuck. Yusuf Zuck glanced at these people but did not speak and continued walking towards the glass passageway. In the hot spring pool, there was a Taishi Chair, which Lucy Clayton had once sat in. But now, sitting on the Taishi Chair was a woman in a white cheongsam, with a burly man almost two meters tall standing behind her. When Yusuf Zuck entered, Ariel Higgins gently stood up and bowed to Yusuf Zuck, saying, "Sir, you have arrived. Little Xi, prepare the tea." A woman dressed as a waitress knelt slowly before the Taishi Chair, where there was a tea table with various tea-making utensils. Yusuf Zuck was not surprised that Ariel Higgins had taken over everything of Lucy Clayton’s. This woman had schemes, means, and ruthlessness. Thus, it was no surprise she had these big men well in hand. Yusuf Zuck sat opposite Ariel Higgins, watching the Tea Artist Little Xi prepare and arrange the tea. The process was quite elaborate. Moments later, after pouring out the first brew of tea, she brewed the second round of tea and handed it to Yusuf Zuck, who then pondered and asked, "Where are the people?" "Bring them up," Ariel Higgins softly commanded to someone standing outside. Two people ran out, and soon after, they brought in a man wearing only shorts, his body already purple and blue from the freezing cold. Even his beard and hair were frosted white. This man had been freezing outside, and his whole body seemed almost rigid. Yusuf Zuck recognized the man at a glance; indeed, he was one of the hired guns and someone Yusuf remembered. "Mr. Zuck, please enjoy the tea," Ariel Higgins offered a toast with her tea, in no hurry to interrogate. Yusuf Zuck took a sip ever so lightly, and he too was in no rush to ask questions. After both had drunk a cup of tea, the man had warmed up a bit, and then Ariel Higgins looked at the hired gun and said indifferently, "Don’t you have anything you want to say?" "There’s...nothing to say." The hired gun’s mouth was nearly numb from the cold. "Oh," Ariel Higgins nodded lightly and then said, "Then continue to freeze outside. Hmm, pour a bucket of water over him when he goes out." "Move," two of the underlings shoved the hired gun forcefully, nearly sending him tumbling to the ground. And the hired gun’s face turned pale green – this was practically a death sentence. He had already been freezing outside for more than forty minutes. If he were doused with water and sent out now, he would certainly freeze to death in less than half an hour. "Don’t push me." The hired gun struggled free, then turned ferociously, facing Ariel Higgins and Yusuf Zuck and said, "Even if I told you, would you let me go?" "You’re just a hired gun. He has no quarrel with you," Ariel Higgins said, pointing at Yusuf Zuck. "I won’t make things difficult for you," Yusuf Zuck also nodded in agreement. "Fine, I’ll speak. This matter would come to light eventually anyway," the hired gun clenched his teeth and said, "It’s Young Master Yang, I’m sure you’ve heard of him, Lian Meskill!" "Lian Meskill?" Yusuf Zuck looked at Ariel Higgins, puzzled, but Ariel Higgins frowned deeply, clearly knowing who Lian Meskill was. "Have I offended your Lian Meskill? When did this happen?" Yusuf Zuck asked with narrowed eyes. "I’m not sure about that," the hired gun shook his head. "Take him away," Ariel Higgins waved her hand, signaling to take the hired gun away, while Yusuf Zuck turned his gaze towards her. "Lian Meskill, one of the four prominent young masters of the capital, ranks third among them!" Ariel Higgins poured tea for Yusuf Zuck herself and then slowly began to explain. "The prominent young masters of the capital? I’ve heard of them, but is there one with the surname Meskill?" Yusuf Zuck asked with a puzzled expression. "The four you’ve heard of are different from the ones I’m talking about. Those four, at best, can be considered wealthy second-generation rich kids with a bit of status. The ones I’m talking about not only have money but also power!" "Lian Meskill is one of them. He’s a descendent of the Meskill Family, one of the four great clans. The roots and connections of his family are... how should I say it... they reach all the way to the heavens!" "Think carefully, have you offended him recently?" "I did offend someone." Yusuf Zuck recounted the incident from a few days ago when he encountered Little Ross and that young man at the club. "I’ve been sending people to investigate his identity; I never expected he would be one of the prominent young masters!" Yusuf Zuck said with a wry smile. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel_fіre.net "This is a person you cannot afford to mess with. In the capital, no one dares to touch him, and neither can you." Ariel Higgins looked at Yusuf Zuck seriously, "You must swallow this loss for now. Patience is key to not disrupting more significant plans. If you touch him, not to mention the capital, no one in the entire country would dare protect you." "I know you have some abilities, very impressive ones, but ultimately... you are just one man, with attachments. If you strike him, you will face a life-threatening suppression." "Is the Meskill Family part of the upper echelons?" Yusuf Zuck asked Ariel Higgins with a look of confusion. Ariel Higgins shook her head, "Not exactly, but the Meskill Family is very mysterious. In the capital, even those at the top do not interfere with the Meskill Family. This was a boundary set by the older generation. Moreover, while the Meskill Family does not engage in politics, they’ve nurtured many people who can be put to use by their clan. So, until you fully understand the situation and have someone to back you up, you mustn’t lay a finger on him." "The four great clans? The four great clans of the capital?" Yusuf Zuck asked curiously. "No, one of the four great clans in the country: Meskill, Haney, Nash, and Clayton. Have you not heard of them?" "Meskill, Haney, Nash, and Clayton... the Nash family is also one of the four great clans?" Yusuf Zuck raised an eyebrow. "Yes, the Nash family is quite secretive." Ariel Higgins nodded. "Hmm." Yusuf Zuck didn’t dwell on the subject of the four great clans. Instead, he contemplated, "If I don’t go after him, he’ll probably continue to come after me." He chuckled, knowing that Lian Meskill was in cahoots with Little Ross, and Little Ross probably hated him too. It was unlikely that they would let him off easily; more moves against him could be expected. "I urge you to think carefully before you act," Ariel Higgins said earnestly. "I understand, thanks," Yusuf Zuck said as he stood up, drained his teacup in one gulp, and left. Ariel Higgins didn’t see him out. Watching Yusuf Zuck’s retreating figure, she took out a slim cigarette and began to smoke slowly, appearing very graceful. After Yusuf Zuck left the Wengquan Villa, he immediately called Anais Dillon and asked him and his wife to quietly investigate that Lian Meskill. Now that he knew Lian Meskill’s true identity, Anais Dillon and Mary Berger’s investigation might be in danger. He needed to tell them to call it off. If the Meskill Family were truly one of the four great clans, then that meant Lian Meskill would definitely have protectors in the shadows. The phone rang seven or eight times with no answer until it hung up by itself. Yusuf Zuck tried calling a second time, but with the same result. It wasn’t until his third attempt that the call was finally answered. "Yusuf Zuck?" It wasn’t Anais Dillon’s voice on the line, nor was it his wife, Mary Berger. An uneasy feeling gripped Yusuf Zuck’s heart—a sign that something had gone wrong; he was too late in his warning. "If you want to see them, come to Yanjiao Clubhouse in the capital. Half an hour." The call ended abruptly after those words. "Bang—" Yusuf Zuck leaped from his car, and in a blink, he vanished, appearing a hundred meters away the next moment. Then, he began to teleport again and again, moving in a straight line at breakneck speed toward the famously reputed Yanjiao Clubhouse.