The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores understood Carradine’s meaning, they resemble the founding generals beside an ancient emperor, bestowed titles and nobility, esteemed status, flourishing with branches and leaves, full of wealth and luxury. Yet for the sake of this honor, their descendants, those noble disciples must also set foot on the battlefield, fight desperately with weapons in hand, uphold family glory, and similarly, the larger the family, the more worthless sons and daughters will appear, always engaging in various disgraceful actions desecrating their legacy.

Taliesin Compton is roughly in the ”noble disciple” category and should belong to the elite disciple class as well, being the leader of a sect, he will similarly lead teams into battle once war breaks out, bleeding for the Immortal Realm and the Human Race, but meanwhile, they also perceive themselves as superior, arrogant beyond measure, looking down on others.

Carradine sighed, ”Today’s situation is insignificant, but Sect Master, you pointed at Taliesin Compton’s nose, made him queue, then forced him to apologize. This equates to the Compton Family losing face, though they might not consider it externally, they might keep it in mind, seeking opportunities to retaliate in the future...”

”It’s fine, soldiers come, we take defense; when water comes, we use earth to block it!”

Carson Flores smiled lightly, not minding at all.

He truly wasn’t afraid!

What does it matter if their names are on the Immortal God Stele, or if they belong to large families?

Though currently, his power is only at the level of Great Land Immortal, he has two Quasi-Saints beside him for support, over a hundred Great Demons comparable to Great Land Prime Immortal, and the backing of White Jade Star Lord, whom should he fear?

We might not be here to bully anyone, but we won’t tolerate being bullied either, right?

Carson Flores led several people back to the reception station, continuing their wait.

The next morning, Carson Flores and his companions went to Military Supply Office’s second place again to rendezvous with Boyd.

To queue, Boyd had come even before dawn to secure a forward spot.

When Carson Flores and his companions arrived, Boyd was in the line of people, waving happily to them.

Carson Flores glanced at the line, there were still several people ahead of Boyd, seemingly everyone’s thoughts were similar.

Carson Flores frowned slightly, clearly everyone had received resource slips, yet they still needed to come here to queue, with a first-come, first-served basis, which allows for countless manipulations.

It’s not logical!

Though Carson Flores thought this, he lacked any intention to correct it.

This is the War God Mansion, who is he?

Is it his place to correct them?

Moreover, perhaps these circumstances are entirely under the control of the Hall Master, who just doesn’t bother managing them within a certain scope.

When wealth leads, one aids the world; first handle one’s own field well.

Soon, the doors of Military Supply Office’s second place opened, someone inside shouted, ”Line up properly, first come, first served, receive resources in order...”

All representatives from various sects lined up promptly, followed by staff leading everyone inside, allowing each to enter in turn to collect resources.

Boyd’s spot was fairly forward; observing the situation, there was no need to worry about failing to obtain resources, allowing Carson Flores and the others to breathe a sigh of relief and sit down on an open space on the other side of the queue.

”Indeed, there are many people; it wasn’t a waste for Boyd to queue early this morning, otherwise standing at the very last, there might not be anything left...”