Outside the bar, Carson Flores lit a cigarette, his gaze worriedly fixed on Rebecca Ward: "Scared?"
Rebecca Ward's face flushed red, her eyes filled with admiration: "I'm not afraid."
Raelynn Howell's eyes were also shining: "Brother Carson, you must practice martial arts, right?"
Carson Flores smiled: "Yes."
Raelynn Howell said excitedly: "No wonder, the ice tongs weren't even fully pointed at the front, and you drove them so deep into the table. An ordinary person couldn't do that, and you moved so fast, it was just a blur, and then his hand got stabbed. So impressive!"
Carson Flores laughed: "I originally said I would be your bodyguard to reduce trouble but it seems my trouble came first, ruining your fun."
Raelynn Howell giggled: "What's more thrilling than fighting, Brother Carson, are we really going to wait for them to call for backup?"
