"Boss Lee certainly laid out quite a display today..."
Carson Flores's eyes settled on the two men to his left and right, "But Iron Fist, Evil Ghost, you might scare kids, but with just the two of you, you can't protect him."
Carson's words provoked Iron Fist and Evil Ghost, and both burst into curses.
"You cocky brat, do you believe I can smash your head with one punch!"
"That's the spirit! You've got a tough mouth, I hope you keep it that way and don't beg for mercy later!"
Carson paid no attention to the two men's shouting and approached Drake Bernard, resting his hands on the desk, "Boss Lee, I just want to ask one thing, do you know about the message I asked Tucker Tyler to convey?"
Drake Bernard smirked, "I know, it's either him or me that has to live."
Carson nodded, "It seems you don't quite believe it."
Drake Bernard said coldly, "I've thought of a better way."
Carson smiled, "Is that so, let's hear it."
