If it were the old days, when the four major clans started throwing their weight around, Yusuf Zuck might have been a bit wary, a bit worried, but now, he had lost interest in playing their games.
Because they weren't on the same level, the opponents were too weak; it wasn't interesting for him to step on them.
So, he delegated the task to Fleur Carson and let her take the monsters to handle it.
"Where are we going now?" Yusuf Zuck and Marlon Shepherd left the Royal Palace hotel when Marlon started Fleur's car. As for that Armando Murillo upstairs, Yusuf hadn't killed him because he was just a messenger; thus, getting his due punishment was enough.
"Head back to pick up your wife and stay at the villa for a few days, and yeah, get me a cell phone—being without one is too inconvenient," Yusuf said with a smile.
"My wife and I are in a cold war, she's ignoring me. How about you go up and talk some sense into her?" Marlon whispered.