The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 161: Do You Think I’m a Loser Like Boston Browning?_1

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Do You Think I’m a Loser Like Boston Browning?_1

Jamie Webb’s eyes widened dramatically as he looked at Carson Flores, "You? Giving me a chance?"

Carson Flores replied calmly, "You’re helping the Browning Family against the Howell Family, and that’s none of my business. So if you leave right now, I can spare your life. But if you lay a hand on me, then I’ll have to invite you to spend that unspent money underground!"

Everyone’s eyes widened, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Was Carson Flores threatening Jamie Webb?

They had all just witnessed Jamie Webb’s Combat Power as he had defeated Lydia Howell, the most talented and capable fighter of the Howell Family. Even two of the Howell Family’s elders together had not been able to overcome him; he had easily inflicted heavy injuries on them. His formidable strength made everyone fearful. Yet, Carson Flores was talking about killing Jamie Webb?

"Tell me to scram?"

Jamie Webb laughed heartily before his smile relaxed, his expression suddenly turning fierce and malevolent, "You greenhorn. You’ve trained for a few years and now you’re too arrogant. Do you think I’m some trash like Boston Browning?"

At Jamie Webb’s words, the faces of the Browning Family members turned sour.

They paid you to help the Browning Family kill people, not to insult them!

But with Jamie Webb’s strong abilities and intimidating background, even when insulted, they had no choice but to take it, though their faces looked as if they had just eaten excrement.

Carson Flores chuckled, "Nice words fail to persuade the spirit courting death. Since you think you can take me, bring it on!"

Jamie Webb sneered back, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you die too quickly."

As he spoke, Jamie Webb, like a phantom, appeared instantly in front of Carson Flores. He struck down with his palm, which had not yet landed, turned crimson, and the oncoming wind carried an added stench.

Carson Flores dodged to the side with a smirk, "Black Scorpion Palm, no wonder you don’t return to the Webb Family. If they knew you practiced such a heinous technique, you’d be stripped of all your martial arts!"

Jamie Webb’s face slightly changed, a surge of killing intent flashed in his eyes, "Nonsense, die!"

Jamie Webb had, in fact, been disliked by the Webb Family for making a mistake in his early years, which led him to voluntarily leave. After years of grueling practice of the Black Scorpion Palm and killing countless times for money, he no longer dared to return to the Webb Family, fearful of their familial punishments. Carson Flores’ words had hit a nerve, panicking him and intensifying his intent to silence Carson Flores.

Jamie Webb’s palm strikes whistled through the air like a specter, but he could not touch Carson Flores at all.

Jamie Webb was internally shocked, but his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You brat, if you’re so good, why don’t you stop dodging? Or do you plan to tire me to death with that talk of taking my life?"

Carson Flores chuckled softly, "As you wish."

Jamie Webb struck out with his palm again, but this time, Carson Flores didn’t dodge, he punched out instead.

Their fist and palm collided, emitting a dull thud.

Carson Flores stepped back half a step, while Jamie Webb staggered backward five or six steps, his right hand hanging at his side, trembling uncontrollably.

Jamie Webb’s face showed fear, "Impossible! How can you possess such strength at your young age!"

Carson Flores advanced swiftly, scoffing, "You can go ask that question underground."

Carson Flores and Jamie Webb clashed, their quickly exchanged hands left only trails of afterimages.

"Bang!"

Jamie Webb staggered back, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, his eyes filled with unmistakable terror.

"Stop! I’ll leave right now, I won’t take the money!"

Carson Flores’ silhouette enveloped him like the grim reaper, his voice filled with undisguised chill, "Too late!"

Desperation flashed across Jamie Webb’s eyes, quickly turning into madness.

His Inner Qi surged wildly, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging, his face twisted as if he were a demon, using a secret technique to unleash his Combat Power.

This secret method was not used unless absolutely necessary. Although it could greatly enhance his strength in a short time, the side effects were severe: Damage to the meridians and, in serious cases, ruptured meridians, resulting in complete debilitation.

"You want me dead; I’ll kill you first!"

Everyone watched Jamie Webb’s maniacal behavior, their eyes filled with shock. Jamie Webb was actually driven to forcibly tap into his potential and fight to the death!

Carson Flores’s strength was terrifying!

How could he be so formidable at such a young age? Even if he had started cultivating from the womb, how could he have become so powerful in just a few years?

The head of the Browning Family gazed uncertainly, questioning whether Jamie Webb could win.

Just what was Carson Flores’ background?

If he was so powerful at such a young age, then what about his master, his Sect?

Could it be that they had provoked a concealed, formidable Sect’s favored son?

Cold sweat slowly trickled down the head of the Browning Family’s brow; by now, his only hope was that Jamie Webb could win.

Carson Flores had already shown his intent to kill by eliminating Boston Browning, meaning that if Jamie Webb died today, the Browning Family would be next in line for misfortune!

Jamie Webb, like a whirlwind, lunged at Carson Flores, his speed at least fifty percent faster than before, his palm strikes howling, and his punches biting.

"Bang!"

Within the dull sound, Carson Flores’s fist and Jamie Webb’s palm simultaneously struck each other’s chest at the heart.