The trench-coated man’s gaze fell on that car key and his face instantly felt scorching pain.
He only took one glance to discern that Carson Flores’s car was a new Ferrari model released this year, with an on-the-road price of at least over six million.
Driving a six million new Ferrari himself and buying an F8 Ferrari for his girlfriend, worth over three million, this was clearly a wealthy person.
The trench-coated man was not short on cash, he could also casually buy a car worth three or six million, and even beginning with a one million offer was just a probing move, but he hadn’t expected to be so blatantly humiliated.
The young man in the jacket laughed: "Armani Combs, you’ve also got your face smacked, hahaha..."
The trench-coated man named Armani Combs stared at Carson Flores: "With that accent, you’re from out of town, huh?"
Carson Flores said indifferently, "Is there a problem?"
Armani Combs stood up, his tone cold, "Don’t be so brash, this is West Capital City, there are plenty here you can’t afford to offend."
Carson Flores chuckled, ignoring him, and directly sat down opposite Samantha Tate.
Armani Combs had had his fun spoiled and was suddenly feeling quite enraged.
Here in West Capital City, he always got his way, yet now he had been shamed by two out-of-towners with two Ferraris, and if this got out, it could become a laughing stock for a year.
Armani Combs’s face grew dark as he pointed at Carson Flores and turned to leave.
He had to regain his lost face.
Samantha Tate, watching Armani Combs making a call in the distance, whispered, "He’s calling for backup, isn’t he?"
Carson Flores replied with a laugh, "Don’t mind him, let’s go see a movie after dinner."
Samantha Tate, aware of Carson Flores’s strength, wasn’t worried and chuckled, "To run into such an annoyance while eating, truly unlucky."
Carson Flores laughed, "Who asked you to be so beautiful?"
Samantha Tate smiled sweetly, "Beauty is truly a curse, huh? An ordinary person with a girlfriend this beautiful would probably encounter so many troubles. Luckily, my brother is highly capable..."
The two bantered and finished their meal, then went upstairs to watch a movie.
When the movie ended, it was already ten o’clock at night, and Samantha Tate, arm in arm with Carson Flores, took the elevator down to the underground parking.
On the red Ferrari’s hood sat Armani Combs in his trench coat, leisurely smoking, with the jacket-wearing man standing beside him laughing and joking. Around the two of them stood four men who clearly looked like thugs.
Carson Flores stopped in his tracks and chuckled, "This setup, ready to take care of this out-of-towner?"
Armani Combs, seeing Carson Flores still smiling under these circumstances, squinted his eyes slightly, "Cultivator? From which family?"
Carson Flores answered, "Affiliated with neither sect nor family."
Armani Combs laughed, "The Combs Family of West Capital City, heard of it?"
Carson Flores raised an eyebrow, "The Four Sects and Twelve Surnames?"
Armani Combs raised his nostrils, his attitude arrogant, "At least you know some things. Let’s be clear, I fancy your girlfriend. Now, you have two options. The first is you persuade your girlfriend to come with us, and I won’t make things difficult for you. The second is we beat you up and then take away your girlfriend. Don’t worry, we’ll enjoy her for a night and return her tomorrow..."
Carson Flores’s eyes grew colder, "Santino Vasquez of the Vasquez Family, ring a bell?"
Armani Combs paused, "Seen him, so what, your friend? He can’t control me, Armani Combs, and besides, I heard that the kid is dead, his clout’s worthless now..."
Carson Flores nodded, "I killed him."
Armani Combs didn’t immediately grasp, "You killed him? What?"
Carson Flores’s tone was calm, "Santino Vasquez, yeah. He had also taken a liking to my woman before and even had people kidnap her, kind of like the scene you’ve put together today..."
Armani Combs’s eyes suddenly widened, "You killed Santino Vasquez?"
Carson Flores nodded seriously, "Yeah, I didn’t only kill Santino Vasquez, but also his father, his grandfather, and I don’t know how many of his cousins, along with the old Vasquez family patriarch, wiped them all out..."
Carson Flores took two steps forward, standing in front of Armani Combs, and patted his face, "Now, do you want to give it a try too?"
Armani Combs’s face turned ashen in an instant, his pupils contracted, his eyes filled with terror, and he began to stutter, "You... you... you’re Carson Flores?"
Carson Flores nodded, "Yeah, that’s me, Carson Flores. Mr. Combs, you seemed to have taken a fancy to my woman too, huh?"
Armani Combs’s voice suddenly rose sharply, like a dog that had been suddenly kicked, "Misunderstanding! Mr. Flores, this is a complete misunderstanding!"
Beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly appeared on Armani Combs’s forehead, and he was plunged into immense fear.
He had just fancied Carson Flores’s woman, planning to beat up Carson Flores and forcibly take away his woman?
Santino Vasquez had done the same thing and ended up dead, with his family gone as well.
Carson Flores was indeed unaffiliated and a disciple of Andrew, but it was this seemingly background-less man who had easily obliterated the Vasquez Family!
What would become of him?
With the example of the Vasquez Family before him, let alone Carson Flores, it was estimated that the Combs Family, once they knew about this, would be the first to kill him and then lay his corpse before Carson Flores...