Chapter 1375
Chapter 1375: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward’s Heart (9)_1
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Becca Reyes opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she felt that something was off. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she followed Flossie Wright’s gaze to a certain spot.
When she saw the target, Becca Reyes immediately froze in shock.
The direction Flossie Wright was looking at was—
Glenn Hutchinson’s team.
The Blue Army had fewer people, at most not even fifty, so the area they occupied wasn’t very large.
But their team stood out.
Almost every sailor observed them, casting glances over from time to time.
Who exactly were the divine beings that caused them such a defeat?
A few defiant tough guys, at the start of the banquet, had charged over to challenge them to a drinking contest, only to be dragged away by the navy within half an hour.
That team looked so conspicuous, so unique.
Even when gathered together, chatting and laughing just like any other sailors, they had an air that attracted people’s attention.
"Want to go over?"
Snapping out of her reverie, Becca Reyes asked Flossie Wright.
She couldn’t quite gauge Flossie Wright’s thoughts.
Flossie Wright wasn’t the type to be coy; if she really wanted to go over, she could at any time.
After taking a sip of her drink, Flossie Wright faintly responded.
"Then go," said Becca Reyes decisively.
Lifting her eyelids, Flossie Wright looked at her and said in a flat voice, "Wait a little longer."
Becca Reyes fell silent.
However, she couldn’t help but devote a little more attention to watching Glenn Hutchinson’s team.
"Becca Reyes, over here, let’s eat!"
Far away, a female soldier from the same Dormitory called out loudly to Becca Reyes.
Looking that way, Becca Reyes answered.
"Flossie, call me when you want to eat," Becca Reyes specifically reminded her before leaving.
"Mm." Flossie Wright nodded.
Sitting next to Flossie Wright, Belinda Nichols, after eating a skewer of grilled meat, glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Flossie Wright continue to drink from the bottle.
"How much have you drunk?"
Frowning slightly, Belinda Nichols asked.
"One bottle."
Flossie Wright tossed the beer bottle aside.
Counting the one in her hand, that made two bottles now.
"There’s a saying," Belinda Nichols said, staring at her for a while before suddenly speaking.
Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes.
"Liquor emboldens the coward," Belinda Nichols enunciated deliberately.
Flossie Wright’s eyes widened slightly, finding herself unusually at a loss for words.
It seemed—
That was indeed the rationale.
"You’re right," Flossie Wright said lazily, placing her hand on Belinda’s shoulder, and handed the bottle over, "Here, you have it."
Grasping the bottle, Belinda Nichols looked at her strangely.
Her demeanor was languid, her face lacked the rosy flush of drunkenness, revealing only a deathly pallor.
Her eyes narrowed, the flickering firelight danced in her eyes, elusive and enigmatic.
Seeming drunk yet sober.
"Eat this."
Belinda Nichols handed over the skewer she was holding.
Since sitting down here, Flossie Wright hadn’t eaten much, although she had drunk more than a bottle of beer.
Whether she was drunk or not, it was common for soldiers to suffer from stomach problems; it was necessary to take precautions anyway.
Giving her a sidelong glance, Flossie Wright hesitated for a moment, then also took the plate of grilled meat.
She picked out a skewer from the plate and ate it leisurely.
Seeing her settle down to eat, Belinda Nichols withdrew her gaze, her attention slightly diminished.
— End of Chapter 1375 —