The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 621 You Seem Eager to Try_1

Chapter 621: Chapter 621 You Seem Eager to Try_1

All eyes in the room shifted instantaneously, transforming into that of ravenous wolves, while Carson Flores became their helpless lamb.

Yet, Carson’s expression remained unchanged. Faced with the aggressive gazes, he calmly said, "Everyone desires a chance at immortality, but one must first survive to enjoy it. With your level of strength, I could take each of your lives with a single punch. If you’re not afraid of death and covet that chance at immortality, why not come forward and try?"

Everyone’s faces immediately revealed hesitation.

Indeed, as tempting as a chance at immortality was, one would have to kill Carson Flores and live to make it worthwhile.

If Seth Hoffman, ranked tenth in strength in all of Nine Provinces, could be killed with a single punch by Carson, wouldn’t they just be throwing their lives away?

Perhaps it would be wiser to wait and see, to let someone else make the first move, to see if there was an opportunity to gain an advantage?

Nobody was a fool.

Everyone knew that whoever rushed forward first would surely be the first to receive Carson’s Iron Fist.

If they could withstand Carson’s punch, then well and good. They could join forces, collectively wear Carson down, and maybe eventually exhaust him to death. However, the reality was that no one could endure even one of Carson’s punches.

They would either die or be gravely injured and incapacitated.

Under such circumstances, who would go forth?

The one who stepped forward first would die!

The crowd encircled Carson with a vicious but deeply cautious look and chose not to act first, yet they all maintained the stance of being ready to strike at any moment.

Carson gave a faint smile, stretched out his hand, pointed at the crowd, and waggled his finger until it finally rested on an old man with a fierce and greedy stare.

"By the look of your greedy face, you must be quite keen on obtaining this opportunity for immortality," said Carson. "Here I am. Why don’t you come out and try to kill me?"

Being pointed at by Carson, the old man’s face instantly turned pale, and the greed and ferocity in his eyes were replaced by boundless terror.

"No, not at all, I... My face naturally looks fierce, but in reality, I’m very kind-hearted..." the old man stammered.

Carson chuckled coldly, "Really? You seemed quite eager just a moment ago, didn’t you?"

As Carson walked forward, the old man, like a deer shot by a hunter’s gun, retreated frantically to the rear, all the while explaining hurriedly, "It’s not true! I have no such thoughts. I stand no chance against you and wouldn’t dare entertain the notion. Really, you must believe me; I swear..."

Carson stopped in his tracks, "Alright, I believe you."

Only when the old man saw Carson stop did he let out a sigh of relief, realizing that in just those few seconds, his forehead and back were already drenched in sweat.

Once again, Carson pointed his finger toward the crowd. Wherever he pointed, people hurriedly retreated quite a distance, bowing their heads submissively, their faces a picture of amiability, not daring to meet Carson’s gaze.

Carson lowered his hand, laughing sardonically, "If you dare to make a move, do you really think you can kill me? Even if you outnumber me, couldn’t I just flee? If anyone tries to besiege me later, regardless of whether they are from a Sect or a family, I’ll cut a swath through all of them on my path, and let’s see who can stop me!"

The crowd inhaled sharply, realizing that this man was ruthless.

The ones who were previously eager to act were as if doused with cold water, and their hearts suddenly turned icy.

That’s right. If he couldn’t beat them, he could still run.

Even if the Frost Family Members were in Emilio Compton’s hands, surely he wouldn’t leave behind his own life.

Who would be that foolish?

If he escaped and sought retribution, who could resist?

It was better not to act rashly and bring calamity upon oneself and one’s family; better to just watch the drama unfold.

Those Cultivators from the Blessed Land of Cave Heavens, such as Emilio Compton, must have some abilities, wouldn’t they? They don’t act themselves but expect us to take action for them. What’s that about?

The crowd’s gaze changed abruptly, and the encircling ring scattered quite a bit.

Carson turned his head to look at Emilio Compton and spoke indifferently, "Emilio Compton, you come from the Blessed Land of Cave Heavens and call yourself a Cultivator. You sit there prattling, having others go to battle for you. Why don’t you show some actual ability? I too want to see just how formidable you Cultivators can be in this mortal world."

Emilio Compton’s face turned ashen upon Carson’s relentless mockery.

Having come from the Eastern Peak Sanctuary of the Sacred Mountain with an extraordinary family background, he naturally felt superior to all, deeming himself above others. Yet now, he was being slapped in the face by one he regarded as an ant!

Emilio Compton said coldly, "You seem to have forgotten. Your relative is still in my hands. Hand over the Water-Fire Mirror, or else, I’ll kill your aunt right now and leave you to regret it for the rest of your life."

Carson laughed carefreely, "With that cowardly demeanor of yours, what sets you apart from street thugs? Still putting on the proud face of a Cultivator—you yourself can’t fight without summoning underlings or threatening people with their relatives. I’m ashamed on your behalf and for the Eastern Peak Sanctuary of the Sacred Mountain. Later, I might have to spread the word about the way Eastern Peak Sanctuary of the Sacred Mountain handles things..."

Emilio Compton’s face grew even more livid. He retreated next to Leah Frost, pulled out a long sword in a flash, and pointed it threateningly at Leah’s neck, saying coldly, "I’ll count to three. If you don’t hand it over, I’ll kill her and make you regret it for life."

Carson’s gaze swept past Emilio Compton, first giving Leah Frost, who looked calm and unafraid, a glance, then resting on the face of Kaenu Hail, standing beside Leah.

Their eyes met.

Kaenu Hail nodded subtly.

Carson’s heart settled, and with a slight smile, he said, "Do it then. After all, if you kill her, I’ll kill you. I suppose my aunt won’t think it a loss."

Leah Frost responded with a smile, "Not a loss, quite a bargain, actually..."