The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

The massive tent flap was lifted, and a group of people filed in.

Carson Flores abruptly stood up, watching the group that barged in with guarded eyes.

Even though he already knew what this was about, the act still had to be played.

Among this group were several Barbarian Tribe members as burly as iron towers, including Balete, whom Carson Flores had met before; then came Garlan Parrish, his face dark and gloomy, and several other Demon Race powerhouses from other Sects.

"Sect Master, this is?"

Garlan Parrish kept his face grim and didn’t speak, but Balete beside him couldn’t hold back.

His hatred for Carson Flores ran bone-deep!

Not only had he personally suffered a huge loss at Carson Flores’ hands, but the final great battle had also ended in the Barbarian Tribe’s defeat because of Carson Flores.

"Carson Flores, right? Because of your despicable tricks, the Barbarian King’s grandson died in the Bloodkill Match. You’d better give us an explanation for this!"

Carson Flores asked in puzzlement, "Barbarian King? That Southern Wilderness Quasi-Saint? Who’s his grandson? I don’t know him."

Balete explained, "He was in the Barbarian Tribe’s team. Because of your methods, he fell into an Illusionary Realm and ended up being killed in the first wave of clashes during the final decisive battle!"

The puzzlement on Carson Flores’ face deepened. "Even if he was the Barbarian King’s grandson, once he joined the Bloodkill Match, he was naturally our opponent. For the Demon Race to use methods to achieve victory—so what? There was no rule saying we couldn’t use such means."

"What, just because he’s the Barbarian King’s grandson, a Quasi-Saint’s grandson, we’re not allowed to kill him, and can only let him kill us? Something so solemn and sacred, and in his eyes it’s just some game whose rules he can ignore whenever he feels like it?"

"Since his status is so noble, then you shouldn’t have let him compete in the first place. Let him stay by the Barbarian King’s side, safe and sound, never going anywhere. You want him to kill people, but won’t allow anyone to kill him—does the world work like that?"

"With this air of interrogation, are you planning to make me pay with my life for his? Oh right, is this the Barbarian King’s attitude? Is it the Barbarian King who demands an explanation from our Demon Race, the Barbarian King who’s relying on his Quasi-Saint status to be this unreasonable?"

After Carson Flores finished speaking, the faces of the people opposite all shifted in different ways.

The few old Demon Race elders all had rather excited expressions on their faces. They had just said basically the same thing earlier, but their words had been far more polite and tactful. After all, no one wanted to offend the Barbarian King outright.

Carson Flores’ little speech had almost amounted to directly pointing at the Barbarian King’s nose and cursing him out, which made all the Demon Race folk feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

This kid was truly fearless!

He dared to say anything—way too hard-edged!

The expressions on the faces of the Barbarian Tribe group grew quite colorful. Carson Flores’ words were like a series of vicious slaps landing right across their faces.

Do you people still want any shame or not, want any face or not!

Is the Barbarian King also being unreasonable, also shameless!

And you still call yourselves warriors—can’t accept defeat, so now you start playing dirty, is that it?

Balete’s face flushed bright red, his eyes bulging as he huffed with anger. His mouth opened and closed several times, but in the end, nothing came out.

Though his temperament was reckless, impulsive, and battle-hungry, in the end he still had some sense of honor.

This matter was indeed something the Barbarian Tribe was handling in a rather dishonorable, somewhat shameless way.

Earlier, because he’d lost the match, he’d been seething with anger. When he heard they were going to hold Carson Flores responsible for the Barbarian King’s grandson’s death, driven by his hatred of Carson Flores, he had tagged along.

Now, after being bombarded by Carson Flores’ barrage of questions, the fire in his heart was instead doused.

A man can lose, but he can’t lose his honor.

He, Balete, known as invincible below Prime Immortal, still cared about face. So even though Carson Flores’ questions made his cheeks burn, he couldn’t argue back. After all, Carson Flores was in the right.

The other Barbarian Tribe bigwigs also wore awkward expressions. Their gazes all swept toward the white-haired old man in the center, which let Carson Flores instantly understand who he was.

This was no doubt that personal old servant of the ill-fated third-generation heir.

The master was dead, so this old servant had to bear the blame. He was planning to throw himself into the pit, to dilute his own negligence?

It’s not that the old servant is incompetent, it’s that the Demon Race is too cunning!

I’ve now brought the real Demon Race culprit here. I await the Barbarian King’s judgment!

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice, "What you’re saying is useless. Immortal Cultivation ultimately relies on strength. You caused the death of someone who shouldn’t have died, so naturally you must bear responsibility!"

By rights, at this point Carson Flores should have said, "It wasn’t me who killed your master. I’m just an errand runner," and tried to shrug off responsibility. But instead he laughed freely and said, "So you’re admitting you’re shameless. If you’d said that earlier, wouldn’t it have been easier? Why spout so much nonsense? Aren’t you tired?"

The white-haired old man said coldly, "Come with me. Your fate will be decided by His Majesty’s judgment!"

Carson Flores chuckled, casually tossing out a token. "Just a servant like you, and you think you’re qualified to drag me back for trial? You’re not worthy."

Everyone’s gaze fell onto that token. When they saw it clearly, all their expressions changed slightly.

Myriad Immortals Palace War Hall Token!

Carson Flores was a Myriad Immortals Palace Disciple!

The several Barbarian Tribe bigwigs exchanged looks, their brows all furrowing as their gazes turned in unison toward Garlan Parrish, clearly wanting an explanation from him.

Garlan Parrish calmly explained, "Carson Flores was originally a Myriad Immortals Palace Disciple. He came to visit our Sect, hoping to learn the Illusory Snake Sect’s Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique. I told him this Cultivation Technique could not be taught to anyone outside our Sect. He said he could join our Sect and was willing to participate in this Bloodkill Match to prove his ability..."