Chapter 287: Do You Think You Are a Grandmaster?_1
The Miller Family was in real estate, and Carson Flores was certainly aware of it, but he hadn’t expected that just two days after running into Harper Miller and getting a small cut from the Miller Family, he’d bump into them again.
Seashore was such a vast city, yet to run into them consecutively like this really suggested that adversaries seemed fated to meet on a narrow road.
Since it involved the Miller Family, Carson’s interest suddenly intensified.
He didn’t mind provoking the Miller Family once more.
Lately, the Miller Family had been quiet and undisturbed, with no one troubling Carson, making him feel somewhat uneasy, like "there’s always someone out to get the emperor".
"I didn’t want to intervene, I’ve already said it, haven’t I? Just negotiate properly, no fights, then it’s none of my business, even if it’s the Miller Family, there’s a need to be reasonable, right? If you’re taking away people’s homes where they’ve lived for generations, you’ve got to give them fair compensation, isn’t there an official guide? Just follow that, and wouldn’t that be fine?"
The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, not expecting that after mentioning the Miller Family’s name, this young man would still not back down, but instead stood firm as if he had the right and was not afraid of anything.
"So you’re saying that you’re prepared to manage this through to the end?"
Carson shrugged his shoulders, "Looks like you need to go to the hospital to get your ears checked, I’ve already made myself very clear, but you don’t understand. Oh, or maybe you should see a neurologist, that could work."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you mocking me?"
Carson smiled, "Anyway, I said what I needed to, what you think about it is your business."