Carson Flores's expression was calm, as if he had done a trivial thing of no consequence.
"Is there a problem?"
Desmond Hoffman pointed at Carson Flores, his gaze wild, "Do you know who I am? You dare to lay a hand on me? Do you have a death wish?"
Carson Flores replied indifferently, "Point your finger again, try me?"
Desmond Hoffman stared fiercely at Carson Flores, "What about me pointing at you?"
Carson Flores couldn't be bothered to speak and casually sent a slap flying out.
Desmond Hoffman's entire body went flying with that slap, crashing to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
That smack from Carson Flores made everyone present shudder, their eyes filled with fear when looking at him.
This guy was a real tiger!
That was a scion of the Hoffman Family, and Carson Flores hit him without even pausing for a second, as naturally and smoothly as a father might smack his own child.
Was he truly not afraid of the Hoffman Family's retaliation?
