Chapter 1776
Chapter 1776: For Every One of You That Comes, I’ll Kill One (Part 4)
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In a flurry, the photos were immediately deleted.
Mission accomplished.
Flossie Wright retracted her gaze with satisfaction.
She continued running.
Meanwhile, Glenn Hutchinson, who had been observing the situation from afar, saw everything clearly and couldn’t help but chuckle at the end.
At six in the evening, Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson left the gymnasium.
By this time, their formidable skills had thoroughly impressed everyone in the gymnasium.
Watching them leave, the remaining people almost wished they could prostrate themselves on the ground in admiration.
These two were simply too cool!
"Go get the car."
As soon as they stepped out, Flossie Wright caught sight of a figure across the street, averted her gaze nonchalantly, and said to Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson nodded slightly.
He noticed the figure across the street but didn’t catch the change in Flossie Wright’s expression.
He didn’t see that as soon as he turned, Flossie Wright took advantage of the green light to head straight to the other side.
At this hour, there were quite a few pedestrians on the street. The person Flossie Wright focused on saw her approaching and lowered his duckbill cap, intending to walk nonchalantly past her and leave.
However, just as he passed Flossie Wright, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his shoulder.
The unexpected pain in his shoulder made the person with the duckbill cap cry out immediately.
Yet, halfway through his cry, attracting the attention of nearby pedestrians, he suddenly felt a chilling cold wind brush by his side, and he promptly shut his mouth.
"Bro, long time no see."
Flossie Wright curved her lips into a faint smile, circled halfway around the person with the duckbill cap, and placed her left hand on his shoulder.
As soon as she left the gymnasium, Flossie Wright had changed into a jacket and jeans, a stylish and decisive movement, her head slightly bowed, with long hair partially covering her face. To the nearby pedestrians, she really looked like a young man.
Hence, the passersby who were just drawn by the cry took a glance at them and naturally moved on.
The nervous person with the duckbill cap looked up at Flossie Wright, his face showing an ingratiating and insincere smile.
Flossie Wright’s eyes turned cold.
Immediately, the person with the duckbill cap realized something, quickly corrected, "No, Sis!"
His life at the other’s mercy, the person with the duckbill cap dared not resist even in the slightest.
Flossie Wright didn’t know when she had taken his dagger; all he knew was that when she placed her hand on his shoulder, he instinctively tried to pull out the knife but came up empty.
At the same time, he discovered the dagger was precisely pressed against his side waist.
With just a bit of force, the dagger could easily pierce his belly.
These professionally trained people could take his life with just one stab.
Right now, his mind was in panic, struggling to hold onto any rational thought.
"I don’t like being followed," Flossie Wright curled her lips, chummily shoulders with him, but her voice suddenly dipped several decibels lower, much more sinister, "I’m different from those big soldiers, won’t act unless I’ve caught you red-handed. Tell your boss, if you send one next time, I’ll kill one. I’ll guarantee it’ll be clean, leaving you dead with no trace for anyone to track."
The person with the duckbill cap turned pale, his lips lightly trembling.
He seemed to want to say something but couldn’t muster the courage.
Nobody would have thought, a soldier from the forces could be so ruthless and capable of saying such things.
Weren’t they soldiers?!
Scary as hell!
"Pass this message to the two guys behind you as well."
Flossie Wright idly continued speaking.
After saying that, she withdrew the dagger, deftly sheathing it as her hand flickered.
And, as she let go of the duckbill cap, she lifted her hand, effortlessly taking his duckbill cap and placing it on her own head.
"I quite like the cap, thanks."
Taking a step forward, Flossie Wright paused her stride again, casually addressing the person with the duckbill cap.
The person with the duckbill cap remained in place, flustered by the wind.
What, what, what—
What on earth is this!
The cap or whatever, he hadn’t agreed to give it away yet!
Dammit, this is bloody absurd!
His mind was a riot, yet his face was still unsettled by the shock. It wasn’t until his two brothers from behind caught up that he finally let out a slow breath, recognizing the cold sweat pouring down his back.
All scared out of him.
This woman—
Just looking at her was intimidating, prepared as he was with mental readiness, actual contact made him realize, she was indeed too dangerous.
Her actions were too swift!
Her gaze was too fierce!
As if everything in her mind reflected with crystal clarity.
If truly provoked, he wouldn’t even realize when his life would end.
After dealing with the little follower, Flossie Wright wasn’t in a hurry to return to find Glenn Hutchinson. Instead, she strolled leisurely along the street, as if shopping, her eyes not wandering but always looking straight ahead.
Finally, rounding a corner to a less crowded area, she stopped.
With both hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright leisurely turned around to look behind her.
A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was standing no more than five meters away from her.
Passersby looked at the woman with inevitable glances.
A typical Western beauty, with cascading golden curls down her back, enchanting green eyes, striking and deep features, unbelievably beautiful, and a captivating figure with perfect curves.
Her every move exuded a bewitching charm.
Seeing Flossie Wright stop, the blonde beauty also halted, showing no sign of panic at being discovered, instead boldly scrutinizing Flossie Wright up close.
Flossie Wright, however, had no interest in scrutinizing her.
Since knowing Basil, and being quite familiar with Basil, it was natural that Erina Taylor must have also encountered his group of assassins.
They weren’t deeply connected but had met once or twice.
In matters of weaponry, they generally clicked well.
"You here for something?"
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright directly got to the point.
— End of Chapter 1776 —