"What's wrong with the security guard?"
Carson Flores chuckled lightly, "Can't security guards go to bars for a drink? Being good at fighting is expected of them, isn't it? Otherwise, how could they protect the factory's safety?"
The woman in the black dress smiled sweetly, "That makes sense."
She sized up Carson Flores, "A security uniform doesn't suit your temperament, military uniform would suit you better."
Carson Flores's gaze shifted slightly. Had this woman checked up on him?
Even if she did, the information she'd have gotten should be false, given that Dark Blade's level of confidentiality is high; there wouldn't be too many people in the entire country with access to his files.
Carson Flores didn't bother with beating around the bush and frankly said, "You checked the taxi, then the hotel, and had someone watch my movements and follow me here, right? Out with it, what do you want to do?"
