The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 595 Why are all the monsters gathering?_1

Chapter 595: Chapter 595 Why are all the monsters gathering?_1

The Hoffman Family members’ faces all turned cold as they looked at Carson Flores with anger, indifference, and scorn in their eyes.

The Hoffman Family had been the unrivaled power in the Western Capital for too long; in their view, Carson Flores’s provocation was tantamount to courting death!

Rylan Hoffman coldly observed everything and after a long while, turned to Luciano Hoffman beside him and said, "Luciano, Shirley Miller is a bit stronger, I’ll deal with Shirley Miller. Carson Flores is yours to handle."

Luciano Hoffman responded indifferently, "To the death?"

A flicker of ruthlessness passed through Rylan Hoffman’s eyes as he said, "Just cripple him, make it clean. Don’t leave any grounds for gossip."

"Hmm."

With Rylan Hoffman’s words, Luciano Hoffman understood and calmly agreed.

In the heat of battle, crippling an opponent could be explained away as an accident of fists and kicks, but if someone who had already lost their combat power was then crippled, it could certainly demonstrate dominance but would also seem to lack martial virtue.

The Hoffman Family took today’s arrangement very seriously, bringing seven Innate Great Grandmasters in one breath, with Rylan Hoffman taking the lead. His strength was roughly third in the entire Hoffman Family, behind only Luciano Hoffman and Seth Hoffman.

Apart from Rylan Hoffman, there was also Luciano Hoffman whose strength was slightly inferior, while the other Innate Great Grandmasters were all middling—not the weakest, but not the strongest either.

The Hoffman Family intended to crush Carson Flores with overwhelming force today, showing everyone the might of the Hoffman Family!

Hank Hoffman spoke coldly, "According to the agreement, five matches will determine the winner, best three out of five, with both sides taking turns to send out fighters. Any objections?"

Carson Flores smiled and said, "No objections, but since your Hoffman Family has the advantage in numbers, you can send out your fighter first."

Hank Hoffman sneered, clearly understanding Carson Flores’s intent.

With five matches and each side alternating the order of sending fighters, the one sending a fighter first would inevitably be at a disadvantage since the other could adjust their lineup based on the opponent’s strength.

"Fine, to avoid any claims that the Hoffman Family is bullying you, since you put it that way, our Hoffman Family will send out our fighter first. All your calculation is futile in the face of absolute strength!"

Carson Flores just smiled and didn’t retort.

Having gained an advantage was good enough; otherwise, winning three matches today would not be easy.

The rules had been agreed upon earlier; both sides harbored grievances, so there was not much to discuss. With a wave of Hank Hoffman’s hand, a silver-haired elder walked out from the Hoffman Family camp.

Uncle Antonio Frost quickly spoke up, "Andy Hoffman, a third-generation disciple of the Hoffman Family, Hank Hoffman’s cousin. His strength is considered middling in the Hoffman Family."

Carson Flores asked, "Among the people who came today, where does he stand?"

Antonio Frost answered, "Aside from Rylan Hoffman, Luciano Hoffman is probably the strongest. As the Family Head, Hank Hoffman will not take part. Among the remaining four, their strengths are probably similar, all hovering around the middle—not too high, not too low. As for who’s slightly stronger or weaker, it’s impossible to say."

Carson Flores thought it through. Abel Compton and Rocky Stein were both not weak, but compared to those specially selected, they likely had no advantage, with a higher probability of losing.

To win, he, Mary Jimenez, and his aunt had to secure victories in their three matches. Hence, making good use of the first three rounds where the opponent sent out their fighter first was crucial. If the opponent fielded a strong fighter, he would field a weaker one; if they sent a weaker fighter, he’d send a stronger one!

To win, this first match was a must-win!

Carson Flores finished his calculations and turned to say, "Aunt, it’s your turn to fight in the first round."

Leah Frost hummed in agreement and smiled brightly, "Fighting Rylan Hoffman and Luciano Hoffman might be tough, but this Andy Hoffman should be no problem. Don’t worry, I’ll give us a good start!"

Carson Flores said with a smile, "Just do your best. Safety first. Even if we really lose today, once I become stronger in the future, I can reclaim everything just the same."

Leah Frost stepped forward and walked toward the open space in the middle of the valley.

All eyes followed, stunned.

Leah Frost?

What was she doing out there?

Hank Hoffman laughed heartily, "What, are you forfeiting the first match by sending a low-ranking fighter against a high-ranking one? At least send an Innate fighter. Aren’t you afraid she’ll be killed with a single punch?"

Not only were outsiders shocked and confused, even the Frost Family members themselves widened their eyes in disbelief.

Uncle Antonio Frost shouted anxiously, "Leah, what are you doing? Come back. Even if we can’t win, just admit defeat. What’s the point in joining the fray?"

Carson Flores laughed and said, "Uncle, don’t worry. My aunt’s got this."

Antonio Frost was taken aback, staring dumbfounded at Carson Flores.

His mind couldn’t quite grasp the idea—how could she be up to it against an Innate Great Grandmaster?

Carson Flores calmly explained, "My aunt is also an Innate."

Antonio Frost, Adriel Frost, and others were dumbfounded, their eyes widening as though they had seen a ghost.

What was Carson Flores saying?

Leah Frost was an Innate Great Grandmaster?

She was only in her early thirties and already an Innate Great Grandmaster?

Antonio Frost’s mind raced with information until he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "That mysterious woman who eliminated the returning Innate Great Grandmaster from the Vasquez Family that day... Was it her?"