Chapter 1898
Chapter 1898: New Characters, New Beginnings (Part 4)
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"Hmm, I don’t have a phone."
Flossie Wright shrugged, somewhat helpless.
"This..." Nigel Ferguson was at a loss for words.
How could it be that people nowadays, especially someone Flossie Wright’s age, don’t have a phone?
Even more exaggerated, he had seen Flossie Wright’s phone before, an extremely luxurious brand not just anyone could afford.
Flossie Wright says she doesn’t have a phone?
"I really don’t." Flossie Wright spread her hands.
Nigel Ferguson scanned her from head to toe.
Only those jeans could fit a phone.
But, obviously, there wasn’t one.
A bit suspicious, but not deeply suspicious.
Maybe, she really didn’t have one.
Margaret, standing nearby, widened her eyes in shock, as if she had seen an alien, unable to hide her surprise.
Everything about Flossie Wright exceeded her imagination.
Noticing their incredulous stares, Flossie Wright thought for a moment, then asked Nigel Ferguson helplessly, "You haven’t changed your number, right?"
Nigel Ferguson shook his head.
In order to stay in touch with old friends, he had never changed his phone number.
"Alright," Flossie Wright nodded, "I remember yours, if anything comes up, I’ll call you."
"You remember?" Nigel Ferguson was even more surprised.
"Is that not okay?"
Flossie Wright felt a bit puzzled.
Ever since becoming a sniper, Flossie Wright’s memory had become exceptionally good, able to remember up to fifteen numbers just by looking at them once.
She had even trained specifically with phone numbers in the past.
She could now recite the phone numbers in her contact list backwards.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Nigel Ferguson quickly nodded.
This big sister, if she says it’s okay, then it is. Only she could call the shots in front of her.
So, Flossie Wright picked up her chopsticks, ready to continue eating her cold noodles.
Nigel Ferguson said a few words to Margaret, which made her little face blush with a smile, though what he said was unknown.
Not long after, Nigel Ferguson bid farewell to Flossie Wright and turned to leave.
The moment he turned, he felt a compelling pressure rushing towards him, instinctively putting his whole body on alert.
And, Flossie Wright, who was originally leisurely eating her cold noodles, also felt that chilling aura, an indescribable sense of oppression fiercely blowing over from the side.
Her chopstick movement halted.
Flossie Wright lifted her eyelids and scanned toward the entrance.
This time, a group of people entered.
Each one of them was a tall and muscular man, their muscles seeming ready to rip through their shirts at any moment. They carried a strong air of a ruffian with attire adorned with heavy metal, denim jackets, and ripped clothes, their jiggling accessories filling the Tea House with clinking sounds.
Approximately ten or so people.
Only the one at the front appeared more normal.
Standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, he seemed a bit shorter compared to the tall people behind him, lacking their robust physique. Yet his charisma alone could overpower the presence of everyone behind him.
In the sweltering heat, he wore all black, a black leisure suit with a black cowboy hat, making him look exceedingly eerie and terrifying.
Flossie Wright slightly narrowed her eyes, meticulously sizing him up.
It was a handsome and charming face.
Unable to guess his specific age, the face was sharp and pretty. Unlike Rowdy Brightwill’s refinement or Glenn Hutchinson’s ruggedness, he leaned more towards a cold nobility.
Vaguely, Flossie Wright felt a familiarity.
Yet, she was sure they hadn’t met.
But, there was just a trace of familiarity.
In her confusion, the person’s gaze suddenly locked onto hers.
Those fox-like eyes emitted a cold and dangerous gaze, a warning sign for others to retreat, entwined with a chilling killing intent.
In contrast, Flossie Wright appeared much more easygoing.
Her expression remained calm, meeting his gaze without so much as a ripple in her eyes.
If he was sharp and dangerous, then Flossie Wright was calm and untroubled, her long and deep eyes holding a faint scrutiny, an audacious gaze seemingly peeling away other’s outer layers, piercing straight into the heart.
Many times, when locking eyes, they competed with their aura.
Strong versus weak, it was about who gave in first and looked away.
Clearly, the two were evenly matched.
In the end, Flossie Wright gently curled her lips, smiling at him.
The man, who was originally full of hostility, squinted his eyes unconsciously, scanning her with increasing puzzlement upon realizing the slight smile on her lips.
Flossie Wright retracted her gaze.
Unhurriedly, she picked up her chopsticks.
"Where’s the Boss?!"
At this moment, a burly man emerged from behind the man, shouting roughly inside.
Instinctively, Margaret glanced timidly at Nigel Ferguson.
The Tea House had never seen so many people.
Moreover, each of them seemed quite intimidating.
At that moment, there was indeed some fear.
"What do you want?"
Nigel Ferguson stepped forward, looking at them cautiously, and asked loudly.
As he stepped forward, several gazes fell directly on him.
All were quite impactful stares.
They were not looking at Nigel Ferguson, but at his military uniform.
All with somewhat mysterious meanings.
After a moment, the leading man spoke, "Ten bowls of herbal tea."
Margaret looked at Nigel Ferguson, and seeing him nod, she hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
Nigel Ferguson dismissed the idea of leaving, planning to wait until this group left before making any moves.
He was just about to invite the group to sit down when he saw the man who had just spoken walk directly toward him.
Every hair on Nigel Ferguson’s body stood up instantly.
As the man approached right in front of him, his heart seemed to lodge in his throat.
The man walked past him as if there were no one else there.
Then, he sat down in the seat opposite Flossie Wright.
— End of Chapter 1898 —