Chapter 297: They Actually Came to Us Themselves?_1

"You're going?"

Shiloh Fitzgerald's eyes lit up, "This Beckham Miller isn't so easy to deal with."

Carson Flores laughed lightly, "Well, someone has to make a move, right? I think, when it comes to dealing with the Millers, you're all willing to put in the effort, but when it comes to dealing with a ghost-like Grandmaster assassin, you might not be so willing."

The expressions on Taylor Johnston, Castiel Martinez, and Shiloh Fitzgerald's faces showed a hint of embarrassment, because what Carson had said was true.

To deal with the Millers, forming an alliance from all sides was a slam dunk—crush the decayed and pull the withered. As long as the plan was meticulous and foolproof, even if something unexpected happened, who could run? Didn't the Millers have people who were of concern to everyone? With such bonds, it could ensure that the other side wouldn't act rashly and chaos could be averted, leading to a final solution, couldn't it?