The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores dared to take out the eight tags because the opponents had their projections activated; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to show them, fearing they would backstab him.

In this moment, the principle of the strong prevailing was fully evident.

When your strength is inferior, others won’t give you any respect, only laughs and disdain. But when you show enough prowess, they will immediately grant you respect.

Carson didn’t hide anything and straightforwardly said, "I have a formation called the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, its power is astonishingly strong, even a Great Land Immortal cannot withstand it. As long as I lure them into the formation and activate it, they will be engulfed by fiery fire."

"If there are only a few of them, we can handle them ourselves. But if there are squads of a dozen or even twenty, that will exceed our limits; they could easily break out from the formation."

"If we act together, your task is simple—ambush near the formation in advance. When I lure them in and activate the formation, you appear and guard the formation’s perimeter to prevent their escape."

"As long as you can hold them for a moment, the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation can take out most of them. The rest, even if stronger, will be easy to deal with when we have more numbers and the advantage of the formation."

"The plan is simple, focusing on cooperation, and should not be too risky. After all, they are numerous and eager to kill me, so they should easily fall into the trap..."

The leader from Thunder Marsh Sect’s eyes lit up, "Did you obtain your eight tags by killing the Barbarian Tribe with this formation?"

"Five were obtained directly, while the other three were from trapping five members of the Barbarian Tribe, but two escaped..."

Hearing this, the fact that they trapped five members of the Barbarian Tribe, yet they could only flee, demonstrated the strength of the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation.

He was tempted.

If as Carson said, they could hunt down a twenty-man squad, it would be equivalent to eliminating a tenth of the Barbarian Tribe, a massive victory!

The man decisively said, "We can cooperate, but who will lure the enemy?"

Carson replied, "Among them should be those who ran away before and want revenge on me. I’m the most suitable to lure them, but I want half of the spoils, whether they are tags or anything else seized."

The man frowned, "There are three of you, and there are three of us. Wouldn’t taking half be too much?"

Carson smiled lightly, "If you can provide a formation strong enough to trap that many people, I might ask for less."

The man shook his head, "The formation is important, but without our help, you wouldn’t be able to kill them, and facing them might even lead to being pursued. So, how about you take one-third, and we take two-thirds?"

Carson promptly answered, "Half, otherwise the deal is off."

The man furrowed his brow, "There are so many of us; it wouldn’t be enough to go around."

Carson laughed, "Without me, you wouldn’t get a single one. If we didn’t warn you, in an encounter, it would be lucky if half of you escaped."

Seeing Carson’s firm stance without any intent to back down, he hesitated momentarily.

Seeing this, Carson didn’t force it and smiled, "Since we can’t agree, let’s part ways. Consider my prior information a gift—after all, we’re from the same camp... Let’s go!"

The man saw Carson ready to leave decisively, recognizing that if he didn’t act now, the tags within reach would slip away.

Half it is, after all, Carson will be doing the most dangerous part, and providing the most crucial component, while they’ll merely be playing supportive roles. Getting half isn’t that unfair.

If it succeeds and the tags are secured, with only the three of them present, if they act decisively...

At this thought, the man no longer hesitated and said cheerfully, "Alright, half it is, just as you proposed!"

Carson’s face lit up with a smile, "You’ve made a wise choice."

The two teams merged, and Carson’s group learned the man’s identity. He was Helios James, the Sect Master’s direct disciple from Thunder Marsh Sect and the leader of this operation, with the strength of a Peak Great Land Supreme Immortal.

Everyone cautiously moved toward the central area, then found a suitable place to set up the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation.

Carson applied a Mark of Life and Death on each person and instructed them to hide quietly.

Though placing everyone inside the Ethereal Pagoda would be the best concealment method, with all the projections on, Carson was unwilling to reveal his trump card.

These people weren’t worthy of trust either.

For cooperation, that was enough; achieving victory would be good, but if not, he’d simply run!

"I’ll go and lure them; it might take some time. Stay quiet and still. When I return and the formation is activated, that’s when you can come out. Otherwise, if the trap fails and we’re exposed, don’t blame me."

Helios James readily agreed, "Alright, we’ll follow your lead!"