The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: This is Still Called Unable to Fight?_1

Five men stood below the villa, looking up at the second floor. One of them raised his finger, pointing to Shirley Miller’s bedroom.

”Go!”

The leader made a hand gesture, and the other four men, with light and agile movements, leapt toward the second-floor balcony.

The leader didn’t move. Instead, he took out a cigarette, pulled out a lighter, silently lit it, took a gentle drag, and squinted his eyes as he blew out a ring of smoke.

He didn’t know who the men and women in this house had crossed, but the boss had dispatched five of the Eight Great Generals to do this job, which showed the level of importance he attached to this matter.

He had to get it done right!

The first man had already climbed onto the balcony, his hands on the edge. With the help of inertia, he gently jumped up, his movements crisp and light, silent like a cat.

While the man was mid-air, his expression suddenly changed.

There, on the balcony, Carson Flores stood silently, baring eight white teeth in a grim smile at him.

They’d been discovered!

This thought sprang to the man’s mind. Just as he was about to warn the others, Carson stepped lightly forward and casually slapped his palm onto the man’s chest.

”Crack!”

The man heard the sound of his own ribs breaking, and at the same time, a tremendous force sent his still mid-air body flying back like a baseball hit sideways, crashing toward the distant ground.

Carson had just flung the first man away when the other three men also appeared over the balcony.

The moment they popped their heads up, they saw their companion scream and fly backward. They were frightened and instinctively ducked their heads.

”Split up, grab the woman first!”

The three men hanging off the edge of the balcony exchanged glances. Two of them moved left and right, clearly planning to break into the villa from both sides to capture Shirley Miller and then use her to threaten Carson.

Carson chuckled, casually plucked two leaves from a plantain lily on the balcony, and flicked them away.

The two men propelled themselves one to the left and one to the right, lunging at the second-floor windows. However, while they were still in the air, the two plantain lily leaves pierced into their bodies like sharp blades, straight through their hearts.

The two men’s bodies suddenly stiffened in the air, their breath escaping, and they changed direction, like birds with broken wings, slamming into the wall askew before crashing down to the ground with a thud, motionless.

Dead?

The man standing below, whose cigarette had fallen to the ground, wore a look of horror on his face.

He hadn’t even seen clearly how Carson had acted when the two men just tumbled down the building, dead on impact!

Even though it was a villa and the first floor was quite high, it was only a few meters off the ground, which was clearly not enough to kill a cultivator. This meant they had been killed in mid-air.

This was bad!

They had really hit a wall this time!

The man clinging to the outer edge of the balcony also watched in horror, his limbs went soft, and he dropped straight back to the ground, retreating in panic.

Carson floated down gracefully, landing in front of the remaining two men, his gaze sweeping over them with a look of interest.

He recognized one of them!

Wasn’t this the Eagle Brother from the Eight Generals he had dealt with before when he helped Shirley Miller with Manuel Howard’s old factory issues?

”Isn’t this Eagle Brother? What brings you here uninvited so late? What are you planning to do?”

The man who had fallen from the sky in fright was Brendan Stein. Hearing this, he paused, and on closer inspection, he turned pale, ”Mr. Flores, it’s you?”

Carson narrowed his eyes slightly, ”You come to trouble me, and you don’t even know whose trouble you’re getting into?”

Brendan’s mouth tasted bitter, and he cursed inwardly.

Who the hell said these two weren’t cultivators, that the man was just a retired soldier, and couldn’t fight?

Out of the Eight Great Generals of the Harrison Family, five had come, all experts, but in the blink of an eye, three had been killed by Carson!

Brendan hastily explained, ”I really didn’t know Mr. Flores was inside, otherwise, having dealt with Mr. Flores before and knowing your formidable strength, even if I had eight more guts, I wouldn’t dare to make a move against Mr. Flores.”

Carson’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man beside him, ”You seem to be the leader, are you Edgar Harrison?”

Brendan hurriedly explained, ”He’s Stanley Hartman, one of the Eight Generals like me. The Hall Master instructed that he be in charge of this event, with the four of us assisting him. All five of us are among the Generals...”

Carson nodded, ”Generals? Now there are five left. Answer my question well, otherwise, there will only be three Generals left... Why does the Harrison Family want to strike at us?”

Stanley gritted his teeth, his neck stiffened, and his tone forceful, ”Since you know about the Harrison Family, you also know about the Harrisons. You’ve just killed three of our men with your own hands. Have you thought about how this will be resolved?”