The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 523: I Told You to Go Together Earlier, Insisting on Wasting Time_1

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: I Told You to Go Together Earlier, Insisting on Wasting Time_1

"The dean said that you may not need this Cultivation Law, but it involves a story from the past. If you encounter the person in the photo, it might be of some help to you,"

Carson Flores listened to Lilly Compton’s words and took out the slightly yellowed photo that was tucked into the album.

The old man in the photo was wearing a sheepskin jacket, eating a meal. He looked quite ordinary, nothing special, except for a very noticeable mole at the corner of his mouth.

The angle of the photo suggested that it was taken covertly, as the old man wasn’t looking at the photographer at all.

Carson understood Bellamy Bernard’s meaning. He suspected that the old man was an eminent figure from Mount Kahdas Cave Heaven, and since he was on the search for his parents, it was possible that he would deal with people from Mount Kahdas Cave Heaven someday. If he met this old man, he might receive some help on account of Bellamy’s past assistance to him.

Carson had helped Bellamy, and Bellamy was repaying the kindness, also hoping Carson would forgive Lilly for what she had done.

Carson thought it over and accepted the album and photo, "Give me the dean’s bank account number."

Lilly did as told, and Carson transferred ten million directly into the account.

Lilly was right beside him, watching as Carson entered a string of zeros, and her eyes widened in shock.

Ten million!

That was really extravagant.

"Brother Carson, what is this for...?"

Carson casually replied, "Adding some meat to the orphanage kids’ meals."

Adding meat?

What kind of meat costs this much?

Lilly was shocked but also thrilled. With these ten million, the master’s illness could be cured within three months, and the orphanage’s tough times were thoroughly over.

She never expected that her fishing expedition, aimed at landing a wealthy husband, would instead bring her a surprise benefactor.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Carson was treating the master’s illness—among the entire world, there were only two or three people capable of performing the Resuscitation Technique, yet she had stumbled upon one by accident. If this wasn’t luck, what was it?

"Brother Carson, what are we going to do now?"

Carson said indifferently, "Shopping, then getting ready to head up the mountain."

"Okay!"

They had just visited two supply stores and were about to head to the next when suddenly two sedans sped towards them, stopping right in front of Carson.

As the car doors opened, four men stepped out. Two of them were Baylor Combs and Philip Schneider, the same ones Carson had dealt with before. The other two were elder men with white hair, exuding an aura of exceptional presence.

"Sect Master, it’s this kid!"

Philip Schneider pointed at Carson aggressively, "This kid relies on his bit of innate talent and strength, completely disregarding our Ironwood Sect, insulting us time and again..."

Sect Master?

Carson’s gaze landed on the old man in the lead, and he chuckled, "You’re a Cultivation Sect after all. Isn’t it better to do some legitimate business to make money? By indulging your disciples in these crooked schemes, aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble with someone you cannot afford to provoke, someone who might turn your Ironwood Sect upside down?"

The Ironwood Sect Sect Master Quinn Cobb’s sharp gaze fell on Carson, "Are you implying yourself?"

Carson nodded, "That’s one way to put it."

Quinn Cobb sneered, "You said you belong to no sect, no faction. What’s this, have you decided to reveal your origins after all?"

Carson shook his head and smiled, "I truly am unaffiliated. I wasn’t lying about that. As for you being unable to deal with me, it’s because none of you are a match for me. If it really came to fighting, it’s your side that would end up embarrassed."

"You’re young, but you speak big words. So, even I, a Peak Great Master, am not sufficient for you to fight?"

Carson smiled candidly, "I might sound arrogant, but... indeed, you’re not enough for me to fight."

Philip Schneider sneered, "Who do you think you are, an Innate Grandmaster? Such arrogance!"

Carson smiled calmly, "Having dealt with the young, now come the old. I just want to ask, if I defeat you, the Sect Master, do you still have any reinforcements left?"

Quinn Cobb laughed heartily, "If you truly have the skill to beat me, our Ironwood Sect will concede defeat. As long as you, Carson Flores, are in Dingburg for a day, Ironwood City will look to you as the leader."

Carson said with a smile, "Then let’s cut the chatter and start the fight, the sooner we finish, the better!"

Quinn Cobb’s white-haired companion stepped forward with a sneer and blocked his path, "If you want to fight the Sect Master, win against me first."

Carson burst out laughing, "Stop talking nonsense, all of you come at me together!"

The white-haired elder sneered, "Insolent!"

The white-haired elder floated forward and threw a punch towards Carson.

Carson didn’t dodge or avoid, but met the punch head-on.

"Bang!"

The white-haired elder spit out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by Carson’s punch.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the white-haired elder who had fallen to the ground, mouths agape wide enough to fit a duck egg.

Sent flying with a single punch?

This was a Great Grandmaster, a true and solid Great Grandmaster, and yet he couldn’t withstand a single punch from Carson!

How strong was Carson, exactly?

Quinn Cobb’s smile froze on his face. He suddenly realized he shouldn’t have come here, let alone bragged!

He was stronger than Randy James, he could defeat Randy James, but even he couldn’t make Randy James spit blood with one punch.

While still in shock, Carson had already effortlessly retracted his fist, charging towards him.

"I told you all to come at once, why waste time..."