Chapter 1522
Chapter 1522: Giving Up (6)_1
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Flossie Wright directly ignored her sarcasm.
She swung the military saber in her hand before sheathing it at her waist, then slung the rifle over her shoulder.
Walking past Devina Millet, who was still picking up her things, Flossie continued forward at an unhurried pace.
Unable to contain her frustration any longer, Devina stood up after collecting her things and called out to Flossie.
Flossie stopped in her tracks.
Devina Millet, her gums aching from anger, took a few steps forward, fury blazing in her eyes.
"Flossie, we’re in a partnership, right," she pointed at Flossie, her rage evident as she warned discontentedly, "don’t be too ruthless!"
Flossie cast her eyes downward slightly, observing her angry expression and the finger almost poking her own face.
There was a flicker of displeasure in Flossie’s eyes.
With a quick move, she grasped that finger tightly.
Devina was taken aback for a moment.
Almost reflexively, Devina tried to pull her finger away.
In a striking replay of history, she couldn’t pull it back at all.
Flossie’s grip was like a vise, and no matter how hard Devina tried, she couldn’t budge.
"What are you trying to do?"
The anger in her eyes gradually subsided as Devina eyed Flossie warily, asking defensively.
Sometimes in a spar, you don’t need to actually make a move; just feeling the gap in one exchange is enough to know the difference in strength.
Since the first time they met, Devina Millet was aware of this.
She couldn’t beat Flossie.
This was the main reason she rarely sought out trouble with Flossie during their subsequent training.
"I don’t like being pointed at."
Her eyes veiled in a layer of frost, Flossie spoke coldly.
Each word fell like chunks of ice, smashing down hard.
The disparity in strength acted like a bucket of cold water dousing Devina’s fury.
"I understand."
Pressing her lips together, Devina resignedly spoke.
The light in her eyes flickering briefly, Flossie then released her hand.
Devina’s finger sprang free immediately.
In that moment, Devina felt as if her finger had lost all sensation.
It stiffened, and moving it was extremely difficult for a short while.
But this humiliation, Devina could only swallow.
It wasn’t the time to burn bridges with Flossie.
Letting go of Devina, Flossie continued moving on.
Devina stood still for a while, then unexpectedly calm, she gathered all her belongings without a fuss or argument.
She quickened her pace to catch up with Flossie.
At the second red dot marker, they encountered neither ambush nor another companion.
At noon, the two of them staved off hunger with compressed biscuits and continued on their journey without pause.
Until about five o’clock in the evening.
As darkness approached, with Flossie’s agreement, Devina finally found an opportunity to rest.
She couldn’t keep up with Flossie’s pace; she had strained to keep up all day long.
On a regular day, she estimated she would have had to walk until nine in the evening.
Now able to rest, she collapsed on the ground as if pardoned, her entire being giving way.
"Go set up the Sanctuary."
Glancing at Devina, who lay on the ground refusing to move, Flossie mercilessly threw the new mission at her.
"Rest for five minutes!"
Raising a hand feebly, Devina spoke as if she were running out of breath.
She was truly too tired to continue.
— End of Chapter 1522 —