Chapter 297: They Actually Came to Us Themselves?_1
"You’re going?"
Shiloh Fitzgerald’s eyes lit up, "This Beckham Miller isn’t so easy to deal with."
Carson Flores laughed lightly, "Well, someone has to make a move, right? I think, when it comes to dealing with the Millers, you’re all willing to put in the effort, but when it comes to dealing with a ghost-like Grandmaster assassin, you might not be so willing."
The expressions on Taylor Johnston, Castiel Martinez, and Shiloh Fitzgerald’s faces showed a hint of embarrassment, because what Carson had said was true.
To deal with the Millers, forming an alliance from all sides was a slam dunk—crush the decayed and pull the withered. As long as the plan was meticulous and foolproof, even if something unexpected happened, who could run? Didn’t the Millers have people who were of concern to everyone? With such bonds, it could ensure that the other side wouldn’t act rashly and chaos could be averted, leading to a final solution, couldn’t it?
However, in facing Knox Miller, without a clear chance to kill him in one battle, no one would be willing to stick their neck out, especially since this guy was a ruthless assassin devoid of feelings.
He could commit heinous acts like raping a sister-in-law or crippling a family member—clearly, he wouldn’t care about what happened within the family. Once you made a move and failed to kill him, it would definitely provoke a brutal and insane retaliation.
If Carson was willing to be the first to act, that was naturally for the best.
Shiloh Fitzgerald forced a laugh and said, "Us folks, with our large families and businesses, have too much to worry about. We’re not as carefree as you, Carson. If you can take down Beckham Miller first, you can have a larger share, and the Fitzgeralds won’t object."