The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Samir Coffey’s expression was a bit strange.

Carson Flores looked at him, eyes widening: "Don’t tell me he died in the Bloodkill scenario?"

"Yeah."

Samir Coffey smiled bitterly: "He went in under a concealed identity. By rights, his strength was very high, plus he had powerful magical treasures protecting him. Even if he couldn’t win, he should’ve been able to run; at worst he’d just give up his tags, absolutely shouldn’t have been in any life-threatening danger. Yet in that final battle just now, he got killed in a muddle-headed way."

"He had a Great Land Prime Immortal–level old servant at his side, usually sticking close to protect him. This time he hid his information and joined a Sect’s team, took part in this Bloodkill scenario as a kind of training."

"With his status, even if he really ran into an opponent he couldn’t beat and his magical treasures couldn’t hold out, as long as he reported his identity, who would dare kill him? He’s the Barbarian King’s grandson, after all. Who knew he’d just be gone, so inexplicably."

"I heard the reason it suddenly ended this time—besides the overall situation being settled and the Barbarian Tribe about to suffer massive casualties if the fight went on—was that the old servant went to the Barbarian Tribe’s person in charge and revealed his identity. They immediately conceded, forcibly ended the Bloodkill scenario, but it was already too late."

"When you detonated those dozen Exploding Talismans, a lot of the Barbarian Tribe fell into an Illusionary Realm. The Barbarian King’s grandson must have been one of them. While you’re in an Illusionary Realm, you can’t sense the outside world at all, don’t know danger is coming, so of course you can’t defend."

"His strength was originally very high, so he was in the Barbarian Tribe’s front-line squad, the ones directly taking the head-on charge from the Demon Race’s strongest first team. I’m guessing because he was in the Illusionary Realm, he never reacted at all, just got straight-up killed—body and soul both obliterated..."

Carson Flores listened, completely dumbfounded: "So you’re saying, this Barbarian Wilderness grandson, the strongest third-generation cultivator in the Southern Wilderness, went in under a hidden identity to take part in this match, wanting to temper himself a bit, pick up some experience, but ended up getting wiped out on the spot?"

"Yeah."

Samir Coffey’s face was twisted: "Exactly. Right now it’s chaos outside. The Barbarian Tribe is demanding an explanation from the Demon Race, and the Demon Race is saying this was a fair fight—no matter who he was, once he joined the Bloodkill scenario, he had to bear the consequences himself. They’re still arguing over it."

Carson Flores thought it through carefully and instantly felt something was off: "If the other side wants the Barbarian Tribe to give them an explanation, wouldn’t it eventually land on the Illusory Snake Sect’s head, maybe even on me personally?"

If they were going to investigate the death of the Barbarian King’s grandson, then sure, the one who actually killed him was the direct culprit—but who truly caused his death?

It was Eolan Lorcan, who crafted the magical treasures that could generate an Illusionary Realm Domain. It was the Incarnation that broke through the Barbarian Tribe’s formation and detonated over ten magical treasures—that was himself!

Samir Coffey had clearly thought of this too, and said quietly: "That’s exactly why I rushed over to tell you. Otherwise, you all should just bolt first. This whole thing is a disaster that fell out of the sky on everyone. You were only helping me in the first place; you don’t need to stick around and risk it..."

"Okay!"

Carson Flores straightforwardly summoned the Ethereal Pagoda and put Niall Sinclair inside, then let an Incarnation step out. He smiled at Samir Coffey: "I’ll leave an Incarnation to see how things play out."

Samir Coffey couldn’t help but laugh: "Using this trick for staying alive really is convenient."

Carson Flores fixed his gaze on Samir Coffey: "They all know we’re your friends. Are you going to get dragged into it?"

Samir Coffey smiled: "Unless they plan to wipe out the entire Illusory Snake Sect, the Sect Master will be standing in front. You lot are outsiders, and you’re wearing the Myriad Immortals Palace label. They might really want to hand you over, since with the Myriad Immortals Palace identity, they’d think they can let you collide head-on with the Barbarian King without hurting themselves. But if they handed over their own Sect Disciples, that’d mean their dignity is gone. That’s impossible."

Carson Flores nodded: "If that’s the case, I’ll pull back first. The rest I’ll let my Incarnation handle."

Once he finished speaking, Carson Flores didn’t waste another word. He used Earth Escape and vanished from where he stood in an instant.

Admiration flashed through Samir Coffey’s eyes. This method might not boost combat power much, but for getting away, it was ridiculously useful.

No wonder Carson Flores had faced so many dangers along his path and always managed to turn peril into safety—it was inseparable from these miraculous escape skills of his.

The Incarnation Carson Flores chuckled: "Alright, I’ll wait here. I’m curious how your Sect Master is going to deal with all this. Come to think of it, he already knows I can use Incarnations..."

With Carson Flores’s True Self gone, Samir Coffey relaxed as well, joking easily: "Maybe that’s exactly why he’ll go with the flow."

Just as the two were chatting, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.

They both looked toward it and saw Eolan Lorcan stride in, his expression heavy.

Samir Coffey took the initiative to ask: "Lorcan, how are things outside now?"

Eolan Lorcan’s cold eyes flashed with a mocking look: "They’re scared. They’re still arguing their case, but they probably won’t be able to hold out much longer."

Samir Coffey pressed: "So they’re planning to hand over some people to take responsibility for his death?"

Eolan Lorcan nodded, then turned to Carson Flores, carefully sizing him up for a moment. The icy severity on his face eased a bit: "Your strength is a lot lower. You’re an Incarnation?"