The patient in the wheelchair had booked a room and checked in with two men and a woman. However, as soon as they entered the room and before they had a chance to install any listening or filming devices, they were startled to find the bathroom door open, and out came a person wearing a black and red robe. The group of four was taken aback, and the three followers who were digging out listening devices or cameras immediately ceased their actions. Yusuf Zuck greeted them in English, "You can arrange to pay the remaining amount now, and also hand over the prepared Purple Pearl to me. Also, there’s no need to bring out your eavesdropping or filming devices. You have two minutes. After that, I’ll begin the treatment." "Are you Mr. Angel? I, George. David, greetings to you!" The patient in the wheelchair indeed had a sickly expression; he was genuinely ill or perhaps just collaborating with the United States government. While bowing, he reached into his chest and handed over an exquisitely small box. Yusuf Zuck nodded and took the box. He had already used telekinesis to ascertain that it indeed contained the Purple Pearl he sought, "Pay up, my time is limited." The three exchanged glances, and then one of them took out a cell phone, dialed a number, and muttered a few words. Official source is novel-fire.net "You three had better not provoke me. Perhaps you have also learned that those who have tried to disrespect me are now acquainting themselves with Satan," Yusuf Zuck said, eyeing the three intently. They were likely CIA agents posing as attendants, as each of them was carrying two pistols, and their wristwatches, cell phones, belts, and so on were all different. Aware that Yusuf Zuck had guessed their identities, the female agent suddenly pulled out a badge and flashed it in front of him, "Mr. Angel, you are suspected of practicing medicine illegally and evading substantial taxes, so please cooperate with us for the investigation." "Whoosh—" The other two men were about to draw their guns immediately. However, just as their hands touched the guns at their waists, Yusuf Zuck drew his gun and fired faster than they could react! "Thud, thud—" Two muffled shots, and the wrists of the two agents were penetrated by bullets in an instant. He did not kill them but merely wounded them. "Time is almost up, and the remaining payment hasn’t arrived," Yusuf Zuck said, gun pointed at the woman. "Mr. Angel, by doing this, you are confronting the United States government," the woman said in a grave tone. "Time’s up, goodbye," Yusuf Zuck had no interest in idle chatter with them; they were clearly stalling for time, so he began to retreat towards the window while speaking! "No, no, please wait, Mr. Angel, I’ll pay, I’ll pay," George, the sick patient, became anxious; he immediately took out his own phone, dialed a number, and then roared at the person on the other line to make the payment. Yusuf Zuck paused and waited quietly. After one minute, the sound of a text message came through on his phone. "Very good," Yusuf Zuck chuckled, "Turn around, all three of you." "Shh—" The female agent gave a signal, and the three of them slowly turned around. But just as the trio turned, Yusuf Zuck’s other hand suddenly covered George’s eyes and swiftly pried open his mouth, dropping a droplet of purple liquid into it. With a loud "bang", the moment the purple droplet hit George’s mouth, Yusuf Zuck smashed the glass window and swiftly jumped out! "Damn it," the female agent cursed and rushed to the window to look down. Yet below, the man known as Mr. Angel was nowhere to be seen, and many agents were running in that direction, but he had vanished. At that moment, George began to howl in pain. The three agents paid him no mind, especially the female agent who, after cursing, jumped out the window as well. She was skilled and landed safely, immediately drawing her gun to search for him. Many black-clad agents surrounded her, asking where he was. "We underestimated him; he might not be an ordinary person but a person with special abilities," the female agent said as she picked up a walkie-talkie, "Kris, my intuition tells me he’s a telekinetic!" "What? A person with special abilities? Give me a reason!" a loud voice came through the walkie-talkie. "This is my intuition. So, Kris, it’s unlikely that our people will be able to catch him today. That’s why you need to request backup." "You mean to use Sea Eagle’s individuals with special abilities?" Kris took a deep breath. "Exactly. Facing an individual with special abilities, we stand no chance. So, we can only let Sea Eagle take action. We’ve already lost track of the target." "Alright, I’ll request permission from my superiors, but we cannot afford another slip-up. We only have two chances, only two!" The female special agent put down the walkie-talkie and continued to search around the motel walls, also looking for any suspicious clues. However, she was unaware that at this moment, Yusuf Zuck and Maurice Singleton were once again wandering aimlessly through the streets of Los Angeles. "This was a close call, but the CIA only sent regular agents," Yusuf Zuck, sitting in the car, shook his head. They didn’t know his capabilities, so they thought that ordinary agents could capture him, but after this, the CIA would probably send a more powerful team. "Boss, I don’t believe there’s anyone in the world who can capture you!" Maurice didn’t miss the chance to flatter. "Hehe, after I’ve healed the other patients, I’ll have some fun with them." The reason Yusuf Zuck didn’t kill anyone was that he wanted to heal all the other patients. If he had killed someone today, it would’ve been a different story. However, he didn’t mind going on a killing spree before leaving. Maurice drove the car to a restaurant near a subway station and then entered the restaurant with Yusuf Zuck walking confidently. No one recognized Yusuf Zuck; he was in disguise, so no one knew them. While eating at the restaurant, Yusuf Zuck saw the information on the second patient on his laptop – it was unexpectedly a Japanese person. "Damn, I never told you before, but I don’t treat Japanese people!" Yusuf Zuck massaged his temples. The second patient wasn’t the Japanese Prime Minister, but a middle-aged man, also with AIDS disease. "But I’ve already collected the deposit," Maurice said, embarrassed. "No worries, they’ve come to Los Angeles too, right?" Yusuf Zuck smiled, "Find out where they’re staying. We’ll go to them ourselves tomorrow morning without arranging the place for the treatment in advance!" "The email has their current address at the Hilton Hotel, but there’s no specific room number." "No problem, it’s the same as usual tomorrow. Park a block away from the Hilton, and I’ll go find them." "And, I want to act shamelessly." Yusuf Zuck let out a laugh and closed his laptop. "Acting shamelessly? What do you mean?" Maurice didn’t understand. "It’s simple," Yusuf Zuck said, munching on pizza and laughing, "Tomorrow, when we meet them, I’ll make them pay the balance. Once the payment is in the account, I’ll leave and won’t treat them!" "Ah..." Maurice’s mouth fell open, and he blinked, saying, "That’s not good, right? If they reveal the news, people might not pay in advance when we offer treatment in the future." "Hehe, people can say anything," Yusuf Zuck replied, "just email the other patients afterward and explain. Say that the Japanese patient was sent by the Japanese government to rob the ’Angel’, which is why Mr. Angel refused to treat him in anger. And also warn the other patients to take the Japanese as an example; if they cooperate with governments or organizations, they will not be treated!" "Great idea! That way, it will deter others, and the Japanese will be speechless!" Maurice clapped and laughed. "The fact is, I just don’t like Japanese people, which is why I plan to be shameless!" PS: Delivering the fourth update, thank you all, four more updates to continue tomorrow, thank you for your tips and votes.