Chapter 1376
Chapter 1376: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward’s Heart (10)_1
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Flossie Wright had no idea when Flossie had left.
She only realized when she noticed the plate that Flossie had been sitting at only had two skewers eaten.
With such a quiet departure, Flossie must have fully employed her sniper skills to leave unnoticed.
Even Belinda Nichols, who was so perceptive, hadn’t detected a thing.
After glancing at the plate, Belinda looked up to search for Flossie Wright’s figure.
Scanning half the field, she finally spotted Flossie among the "Blue Army" troops.
She was walking toward Glenn Hutchinson.
Her hands were in her pockets, her posture somewhat casual, but her steps steady—as composed and serene as ever.
Belinda stood up from the grass, watching Flossie’s retreating figure intently.
On the other side.
As she approached, Willie Ash waved and greeted her.
Her gaze swept over the "Blue Army" on the field.
Some faces were familiar, others were not.
As she sized them up, they were doing the same to her.
However, some seemed uninterested in her.
"Can I have a word with you?"
Stopping next to Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie rested a hand on his shoulder.
Glenn turned his head, looking up at Flossie slightly.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Under the flickering firelight, the contours of his face were more pronounced, casting shifting shadows across his face, his eyes a bit misty and unclear.
Flossie looked nonchalant, her already fair face standing out more in the dim light, her elongated eyes half-lowered, concealing the bright, cool look within.
"Right here is fine."
Without much hesitation, Glenn immediately dismissed Flossie’s suggestion.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie’s eyes sparkled with dangerous mirth, her voice icy cold, "No."
As she spoke, the hand on Glenn’s shoulder tensed up, her fingers exerting a heavy force.
With a smile in his eyes, Glenn relented and stood up.
Flossie naturally loosened her grip.
She took the lead in walking.
Glenn didn’t tease her and followed close behind.
Their comrades watched as the two of them walked away, each with a different expression.
Flossie led them to a quieter place.
Stopping, she turned around.
Glenn timely halted, keeping a step’s distance from Flossie.
"My gun," Flossie stated, getting straight to the point.
She was there to take her gun back.
"My trophy," Glenn responded leisurely, clearly refusing Flossie.
"I want it back."
Looking up, Flossie’s voice was cool but determined.
Regardless of anything, she had to get that gun.
"No," Glenn said decisively.
Watching him closely, Flossie’s gaze hardened, and she slowly enunciated, "That gun is too low-grade for you."
"True," Glenn agreed, nodding his head.
Flossie’s brow twitched, but she tried to remain calm and directly said, "Give me a condition."
"First tell me, why do you absolutely have to take it back?"
Glenn looked down at her, curious and serious.
"I don’t want to hand it to you," Flossie replied indifferently.
"I want the truth," Glenn emphasized.
"That is the truth."
Flossie’s expression was resolute.
She could not possibly tell Glenn the truth.
Having her sniper rifle confiscated was humiliating for a sniper.
She simply felt embarrassed.
Seeing her so persistent, Glenn sighed with some resignation, "Make me happy."
"A condition?" Flossie arched an eyebrow.
Glenn nodded affirmatively.
Suddenly, Flossie’s expression turned odd.
Make him happy?! Was she still a child?!
It was simply...
— End of Chapter 1376 —