Chapter 153: Can’t I Afford to Provoke?_1
"You guys tell us yourselves, if you don’t want to talk, the night is long, and I’ve got plenty of time to persuade you."
The lead man was slinging his left arm and bowing at the waist with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The power behind Carson Flores’s sweeping leg kick just now was incredibly strong. If he weren’t a Cultivator, that kick probably would have finished him off.
These words were initially his, but now coming from Carson Flores’s mouth, they seemed supremely ironic.
A few minutes ago, they were the hunters, and Carson Flores was the prey. Now, Carson Flores was the butcher, and they were the lambs awaiting slaughter.
Five men, in the blink of an eye, two were dead, one with a crushed throat, one shot in the face at close range, two critically injured, one knocked unconscious by a punch from Carson Flores, with severe concussion, one with a broken arm and severe internal injuries, but the youngest Disciple who had acted last and stood furthest away had ironically become the only lucky one.
Although the lead man was critically injured, his eyes were still fierce, "Since you know I’m from the Browning Family, then you should know the consequences of offending the Browning Family. It’s more than you can handle!"
Carson Flores chuckled, "Because you’re from the Browning Family, I have to endure it, even if you’re attacking me. Even now, when I have the upper hand and you are my prisoner, I can’t do anything to you. Is that what you’re saying?"
Looking at Carson Flores’s smile, the lead man felt an inexplicable sinking feeling in his heart, "My name is Cannon Browning, my father is Parker Browning, seventh in rank in the Browning Family. I admit I failed to see the great man before me today, and got in your way. Let me go, and I’ll act as if you never hurt me today. But if you kill me, you won’t escape death either."