The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 776: The Most Arrogant Tone to Say the Most Cowardly Words?_1

Chapter 776: Chapter 776: The Most Arrogant Tone to Say the Most Cowardly Words?_1

"Dude, you mustn’t."

Carson Flores smiled and stopped him, "I don’t even have ten thousand spirit stones on me right now. I’m broke."

Marcellus Foster laughed, "Let’s not beat around the bush. Just based on your identity, Brother Carson, if you truly need it, I can gather it and send it over in minutes. As for the spirit stones, whenever you have them, you can give them back to me, no rush."

Marcellus Foster’s words were down-to-earth and sincere.

People were interested not just in you, Carson Flores the person, but in your identity as the direct disciple of the Nutwood Mountain Cave Master.

As the direct disciple of the Cave Master, if one were to default on a debt of a few tens of millions of spirit stones, that really would be too shameful to bear.

Carson Flores declined gracefully, "There’s really no rush for this. It will take quite some time just to make proper use of what I have on hand. Let’s talk about this later."

Though paying back the debt later would clear the transaction, it still meant owing someone a big favor.

And Carson Flores did not want to owe anyone any favors.

Marcellus Foster didn’t press further, smiled, saying, "Then it’s up to you, Brother Carson. Whenever you need it, just a word from you."

Carson Flores smiled, "Alright!"

Marcellus Foster asked casually, "Brother Carson, how long are you planning to stay?"

With a thought, Carson Flores replied with a smile, "I finished my business a while ago. I’m just accompanying my mother for a while, so I guess I’ll be leaving soon."

Marcellus Foster asked in surprise, "Your mother is at Mount Kahdas?"

Carson Flores answered, "My father is Westin Flores, and my mother is Lucy Frost, living in the No. 648 cave dwelling on Tianquan Peak."

Marcellus Foster’s eyes suddenly widened, "Elder Fernando Acevedo’s disciple from Tianquan Peak, Westin Flores?"

"That’s right!"

Realization dawned on Marcellus Foster, "When Senior Sister Tang brought them back, it caused quite a stir. I heard that they left a child in the Mortal Realm back then. Brother Carson, you..."

Carson Flores smiled, "Yes, I’m that child."

Marcellus Foster suddenly burst into laughter, "Brother Carson, you really are a dragon among men, rising from the Mortal Realm to become the direct disciple of Master Campbell. That’s really awesome."

After a pause, Marcellus Foster warmly invited, "Let’s go, let’s go, I’ll treat you; let’s have a drink. Brother Carson, tell me about the Mortal Realm. I’ve been curious for a long time. I’ve heard it’s a completely different world from the Cultivation Realm."

"Alright."

Marcellus Foster was actively making friends, and naturally, Carson Flores wasn’t going to refuse.

More friends mean more paths. Plus, with someone like Marcellus Foster who has a background, Carson Flores had actually brought up his mother just now partly thinking that, in case something happened, wouldn’t Marcellus Foster be able to look after him somewhat?

As for the favor owed, he can always pay it back himself.

In the restaurant, Marcellus Foster was all ears, his face filled with longing.

"I can’t believe the Mortal Realm is so prosperous and so peaceful. Think about the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, where monsters are everywhere. Even just going out for a walk, you fear for your life at any moment..."

Carson Flores laughed, "From what I feel, the lives of ordinary people in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm are not as good as those in the Mortal Realm, but the biggest advantage of the Barbaric Wilderness Realm is the abundance of spiritual energy. Even the lifespan of ordinary people there is much longer, not to mention cultivators. As humans, the pursuit of longevity is eternal."

Marcellus Foster muttered, "That’s a profound statement. Truly, the core goal of cultivation is longevity, living for longer years. Even if one reaches the Hollow Void Stage and already has an incredibly long life, they will still eventually die. That’s why they all hope to become immortals because by becoming immortal, one can have an even longer life, possibly even as enduring as heaven and earth."

Carson Flores smiled, "Those things are too far off for me. I’m just in the Golden Core Realm, I can’t think that far ahead. Speaking of which, Marcellus, you’re so young, yet you’ve already reached the Golden Core Late Stage, that’s really impressive."

Marcellus Foster smiled carelessly, "I have average talent. I’m just benefiting a bit from my family’s resources. Tons of good resources keep getting dumped on me, a pig could fly with that kind of support. You were able to break through to the Golden Core in the spiritually deficient Mortal Realm, and in less than a year after entering the Cultivation Realm, you’re nearing the Golden Core Late Stage and have even cultivated Sword Bone. You’re the true genius."

As they talked, a group of people suddenly came into the restaurant, surrounding a young man dressed lavishly, with an arrogant demeanor.

Seeing the young man, Marcellus Foster’s expression changed suddenly, and he quickly lowered his head while muttering under his breath, "Damn, it’s really a small world for enemies..."

The young man’s gaze swept across the restaurant, landing on Marcellus Foster, and his originally proud and indifferent face suddenly showed an excited smile as he sneered, "Yo, isn’t this Marcellus Foster? Looks like I’ve caught you today."

Unable to avoid him, Marcellus Foster lifted his head and snorted coldly, "What ill luck, running into you, the troublemaker, everywhere."

The young man’s face changed instantly, and he sneered back, "Why do you suddenly have so much courage today? Rare indeed. What, you’re not afraid of getting beaten anymore?"

Marcellus Foster’s face changed, and he puffed out his chest bravely, "You’re only a little bit stronger than me, what’s there to show off? Sure, I can’t beat you, so what? If you’ve got the guts, just beat me to death."

In that moment, Carson Flores felt embarrassed. What was this?

The most arrogant tone delivering the most craven of words?

It looked like Marcellus Foster had been bullied quite a bit by this guy before.

The grandson of the Peak Master of Nutwood Mountain, yet still getting beaten up. It seemed Marcellus Foster’s grand status as a powerful grandson might be somewhat diluted, or perhaps this young man’s background was even more formidable?