The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 419: Do What You Want to Do, Leave the Rest to Me_1

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Do What You Want to Do, Leave the Rest to Me_1

"Fuck!"

Jakob Compton’s body uncontrollably flew forward and smashed to the ground with a thud, sprawling out like a turtle and skidding across the pavement until he finally stopped by hugging onto a lamppost.

The young man kept walking, successively kicking two others in the air, just like he did with Jakob Compton— not injuring them, but making them look very disgraceful.

The harm wasn’t great, but the insult was severe.

The young man arrived in front of Nathaniel Frost. Seeing this, Nathaniel could only let go of Khalil Baker and guardedly stare at the newcomer, "Who are you?"

The young man smiled, "Frederick Howell. You guys leave, and we’ll call it even, alright?"

"Ptooey!"

Nathaniel Frost spat, "Who do you think you are? You tell us to leave and we just leave?"

Frederick Howell’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You can either leave on your own or I can make all of you fall and throw you out!"

Nathaniel’s face held a hint of hesitation. After all, they were all Cultivators, and from Frederick Howell’s earlier moves, he could tell that they were no match for Howell. Continuing the fight would be simply asking for humiliation.

Just as Nathaniel was about to speak up and leave, Khalil Baker, whose face had swollen from Nathaniel’s beating, got up from the ground and arrogantly said, "Bro Frederick, we can’t let them walk away like that. If they want to leave, they have to slap themselves three times and apologize before we let them go!"

Nathaniel, already irritated, exploded when he heard Khalil’s voice.

"Your grandpa! Khalil Baker, if you’re so capable, fight me one-on-one. I’m not leaving today—let’s see what you can do!"

Nathaniel charged toward Khalil Baker, but before he got close, Frederick Howell appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Nathaniel sneered, "Are you Khalil Baker’s guard dog, so dutiful?"

His words obviously enraged Frederick Howell, whose eyes instantly grew cold, and he hurled a punch at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel raised both hands to block the punch but was sent stumbling backward by the sheer force.

Frederick Howell powered forward explosively, charging like a cannonball and instantly closing the gap with the still-unsteady Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was shocked and hastily retreated, but he still couldn’t outpace Frederick Howell’s speed.

Frederick Howell lifted his leg for a vicious whip kick aimed directly at Nathaniel’s arm.

The kick was fierce.

If it connected, Nathaniel’s arm would surely be forcefully broken.

Lillian Frost exclaimed in alarm, and Jakob Compton and the others couldn’t bear to watch Nathaniel’s impending agony.

"Bang!"

A dull impact sounded, Nathaniel tensed his arm for the collision, but felt no hit, nor any pain. He turned his head and was immediately stunned.

Carson Flores was suddenly standing beside him, his hand reached out and firmly grasping Frederick Howell’s whipping leg.

The hand’s movement wasn’t exaggerated, but Frederick Howell’s leg was firmly stopped.

Nathaniel’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Carson Flores.

My cousin is a Cultivator?

And he seems to be stronger than me?

At least he was able to easily block Frederick Howell’s kick, something Nathaniel himself couldn’t have done!

Carson Flores turned to give Nathaniel a smile, then released Frederick Howell’s leg.

"You alright?"

"I’m fine."

Nathaniel quickly replied, then whispered, blinking, "Cousin, what should I do?"

Carson Flores grinned, "Do what you want to do."

Upon hearing that, Nathaniel’s face lit up with excitement and thrill.

Being a smart person, he understood the subtext in Carson Flores’s words. Whatever you want to do, go do it. If it comes to a fight, I’ve got your back.

Although Nathaniel didn’t know how strong Carson Flores really was, seeing him effortlessly block Frederick Howell’s savage kick suggested that Flores was at least a bit more formidable than Frederick Howell.

If Carson Flores could handle Frederick Howell, then couldn’t he take care of Khalil Baker?

"Help me hold off Frederick Howell?"

Carson Flores accepted with a succinct, "Okay."

Nathaniel turned around and sneered at Khalil Baker, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, "You wanted to slap me, didn’t you? I’ll personally deliver it to you!"

Nathaniel lunged at Khalil Baker. Frederick Howell’s expression shifted slightly and just as he was about to intercept Nathaniel, he saw Carson Flores abruptly step forward, making him quickly hold back and assume a defensive stance.

Frederick Howell eyed Carson Flores, "Who are you?"

Before Carson could reply, Lillian Frost excitedly said, "He’s my brother!"

Frederick Howell looked confused when Khalil Baker’s panicked cries for help rang out, "Bro Frederick, get moving, save me!"

Frederick Howell clenched his teeth and charged at Carson Flores.

To deal with Nathaniel and save Khalil Baker, he had to knock down Carson Flores first!

Frederick Howell moved like lightning, instantly in front of Carson Flores with a punch fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, aimed straight at Carson’s chest.

This punch was at least twice as ferocious as the one he threw at Nathaniel!

However, Carson Flores didn’t block. Instead, as the punch drew near, he deftly sidestepped and then stepped across, turning around, instantly appearing behind Frederick Howell and raising his head to deliver a kick to Howell’s backside.