Chapter 1710
Chapter 1710: Master Pei Gets Shot (3)
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Glenn Hutchinson spoke directly about the plan.
Answering a different question.
Flossie Wright glanced at him before withdrawing her gaze.
It didn’t matter where they went, as long as they could return by nightfall.
Otherwise, she couldn’t finish the three thousand words.
Thinking of this, Flossie frowned and asked Glenn Hutchinson, "Was writing the summary your idea?"
Focusing on driving, Glenn Hutchinson answered her question honestly.
Three thousand words...
He didn’t have the patience to read it all.
"The new instructor?" Flossie asked.
Glenn Hutchinson replied.
Flossie’s brow twitched slightly.
Amidst driving, Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her and explained, "He doesn’t understand you all, so he can only use strict measures."
In three months, Harris Caleb hadn’t looked at the trainees’ profiles, partly because he was indeed very busy, and on the other hand—
His reason was simple.
He didn’t want to look at the profiles of those who might be eliminated, as it was a waste of time.
No one could predict which people would remain three months later.
Thus, from his viewpoint, only after the results were decided would it be time to understand the remaining trainees.
Of course—
Glenn Hutchinson couldn’t be bothered with the reasons Harris Caleb casually made up.
As long as he could train the trainees well, any other reason...
He wouldn’t care.
As for Flossie, understanding the implied meaning, she didn’t bother to continue asking.
Using strict measures...
He probably wanted to make things easier for himself.
Judging people by their writing was also a simple method.
Before long, the military vehicle drove out of the campus.
After more than a month of only seeing people in various uniforms, seeing pedestrians on the main street made Flossie momentarily dazed.
"What to eat?"
After driving past two streets, Glenn Hutchinson asked Flossie.
Looking at the street, Flossie slightly raised her eyes, her gaze resting on the sign of a store, "Hot Pot."
Recently, the weather was warming up, but the temperature was still low; hot pot was perfect to warm up.
A moment flashed remembering two winters ago, Flossie went to a hot pot restaurant with him; Glenn Hutchinson subtly smiled without objection.
Glenn Hutchinson said it was dinner.
In the end, it truly was dinner.
Having just finished the hot pot, Glenn Hutchinson received a call and then abandoned his next plans.
Even his expression turned much gloomier.
After paying, Glenn Hutchinson found Flossie at the entrance.
In the blink of an eye, Flossie had attracted a waiter, a young guy, probably around twenty, who was by her side asking questions.
Glenn Hutchinson walked over with a grim face.
Out of the blue, the waiter felt a chilling breeze pass through. Turning his head to meet Glenn Hutchinson’s cold gaze made his heart tremble, and without even saying goodbye to Flossie, he fled quickly.
Flossie touched her nose.
"Let’s go back."
Not pursuing the matter further, Glenn Hutchinson looked at Flossie and said straightforwardly.
Flossie shrugged.
The two returned to the car.
This time, Flossie clearly felt something was off.
Glenn Hutchinson’s demeanor was severe, his eyes dark, his brows furrowed; it was evidently not a trivial matter.
Even though aware beforehand and not wanting to ask, Flossie couldn’t help squinting her eyes and asked Glenn Hutchinson, "Did something happen?"
— End of Chapter 1710 —