The sound of high heels striking the ground could be heard as Kylie Martinez's figure appeared at the corner.
"Sister Ling, save me!"
The man kneeling on the ground called out in a piteous voice, now somewhat panicked. If Carson Flores was really acquainted with Kylie Martinez, then he was done for.
Whether what Carson Flores said was true or false, it couldn't hurt to sound more miserable.
Kylie Martinez walked over, followed by a middle-aged man with an agile figure and sharp eyes. His gaze landed on Carson Flores, filled with wariness; clearly, he was Kylie Martinez's bodyguard.
Carson Flores inwardly sighed; cultivation families really did provide tight protection for their descendants, nearly every one of them had a bodyguard by their side, and those he had seen like Leonard Reid, Remy Johnston, Camille Rhodes, and Kylie Martinez all had bodyguards, and their strengths were formidable.
