Jose Rich's footsteps suddenly halted, his face's arrogance instantly solidifying, replaced by a deathly pallor.
"Mr. Flores...Mr. Flores!"
Carson Flores gave a slight smile, "Isn't it me? It seems we are quite fated, not seeing each other for a few days and running into each other here again."
Sweat instantly poured down Jose Rich's forehead.
That damn Sergio Combs!
If you want to die, go die far away, why the hell are you dragging me into this!
Of all the people you could mess with, you had to provoke this God of Killing!
Are you an old man courting death, unhappy with a long life?
On that day, Jose Rich took action and was met with Carson Flores breaking his right hand, then knocking him out with a club and sending him to the hospital, where he was diagnosed with a mild concussion.
Jose Rich stayed in the hospital for one day, then went home with his arm in a sling to recover. Two days later, he received a call from Tucker Tyler.
Iron Fist is dead.
Evil Ghost is dead.
