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Chapter 465: Killing You, I Have No Regrets_1

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: Killing You, I Have No Regrets_1

"Are you still human? Not killing Carson Flores, but helping to block us?"

"Are you still part of the Vasquez Family?"

The few Grandmasters who were blocked became frantic and started cursing loudly.

The Grandmaster blocking the way looked ashamed, but his body did not move an inch; he stood firm, showing no intention of stepping aside.

Carson Flores charged over and kindly lent a hand, quickly knocking down the several Grandmasters involved in the attack. Each of them spat out blood, too weak to even curse anymore, which somewhat relieved the embarrassment and shame of the Grandmaster who had blocked their path.

The harsh reality made them suppress their anger once again, as they rationally felt that it was right to block the way.

They were just following the orders of the Family Head, weren’t they?

Carson’s gaze swept over everyone. Those who were stared at by Carson felt a chill in their hearts, and each sighed in relief when Carson looked away.

Carson offered a faint smile, "Is there anyone else who wants to kill me?"

Tom Vasquez forced a smile, "Mr. Flores, I don’t even know how to explain this, but I swear to heaven that we didn’t plan this. After all, we didn’t even know you were coming...."

Carson smiled, "Mr. Vasquez, I believe you on that point. If it hadn’t been for the stirring call to arms by this person here, these folks probably wouldn’t have had the courage to act. I am curious, though, who is this that seems to hate me so much?"

In his heart, Tom Vasquez thought, how could any Vasquez hate you less when you’ve reduced our once-mighty family to this miserable state? You killed their kin, how could they not hate you?

Everyone is accustomed to siding with relatives over justice, but few take the time to seriously consider how this disaster fell upon the Vasquez Family and who is truly responsible.

Tom Vasquez felt hatred too, but as the Family Head, he knew he must judge the situation and bear humiliation when needed. In order to save the Vasquez Family from complete destruction, he had to suppress his emotions and introduced, "This is Frank Vasquez, his grandson is Santino Vasquez. In the first battle, his two brothers, his son, and his grandson all died by Mr. Flores’s hand."

Carson realized, "So, you’re Santino Vasquez’s grandfather. No wonder. Alright, siding with kin over justice, the one with the bigger fists has the truth; I’ve come to understand this very deeply on my path."

Carson looked around at the severely injured Grandmasters on the floor, his gaze fixing on Tom Vasquez, "Mr. Vasquez, these people attempted to kill me first, so me fighting back and killing them should be considered reasonable, right?"

Tom Vasquez gritted his teeth, "Reasonable. I, in my capacity as the Family Head, had already ordered them not to strike, but they disobeyed. I will punish them severely with family law and will expel them from the Vasquez family afterwards!"

Carson gave a slight smile, shaking his head, "You are a sensible Family Head who understands the times and is ready to bear disgrace in order to be responsible for the Vasquez Family. Don’t let the reputation for persecuting your kin fall upon you; I’ll take care of it myself."

A chill ran through Tom Vasquez’s heart, and just as he was about to speak, Carson had already lifted his right foot and stomped down.

The critically injured Grandmaster beside Carson’s foot was stamped on the chest, and the immense force instantly caved in his chest.

Carson’s movements did not stop. He walked casually through the hall, and with each step, another severely injured Grandmaster was cleanly killed by him.

There was not a moment’s hesitation in Carson’s actions; he was like the Grim Reaper, bringing death wherever he went.

The remaining Vasquez Family Grandmasters weren’t few in number, and they were all deeply shocked by this scene.

Cold sweat ran down their backs, their eyebrows trembling uncontrollably, their hearts raced, their minds were seized by fear, and their limbs grew cold...

This guy was completely a remorseless demon!

Demon King!

Why did Santino Vasquez provoke such a harbinger of death!

After making a round, Carson finally stopped in front of Frank Vasquez and crouched down.

"Do you think my killings are brutal, inhuman?"

Frank Vasquez, knowing he wouldn’t survive, lashed out, "You are a devil, and someone will eventually take care of you!"

"A devil?"

Carson smiled lightly, "You wanted to kill me, what’s wrong with me killing you in return? Do you think that just because you’re injured and powerless, I should be magnanimous and let you go, let you heal, and then come back to plot against me, to seek revenge?"

Frank Vasquez clenched his teeth, "To the victor go the spoils. Do it."

Carson said coldly, "Your grandson, just because he coveted my woman, sent men to kidnap us. If I didn’t have this power, what do you think would have become of us after we were kidnapped?"

"You, who act without discerning right from wrong, and even went so far as to attack me for him, people like you deserve to die. Killing people like you, whether it’s ten, a hundred, or a thousand, I have no remorse!"

Carson got to his feet, looked down on the ashen-faced Frank Vasquez, lifted his foot, and stomped down.

"Since you won’t understand in this life, ponder upon it in the next!"