Chapter 1923
Chapter 1923: Restless Mind—Ten Thousand Four for Monthly Tickets (5)
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Takes a deep breath.
Gradually, Flossie Wright suppresses the anger burning in her chest.
Her mood slowly calms down.
But she is unable to respond to Glenn Hutchinson’s words.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie Wright slightly pushes forward with her right hand gripping the sniper gun, propelling the gun forward. At the same time, she lifts the brim of her cap with her left hand, revealing a pair of dark, narrow eyes, with a glint of coldness in her gaze.
In the next moment, she holds the gun with both hands and pulls the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet hits a stone right in front of Glenn Hutchinson’s feet.
Instantly, the stone shatters into pieces, with stone fragments splashing up, striking Glenn Hutchinson harshly, despite the fabric layer of his clothes still feeling the intense impact at such speed.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
"The March deadline hasn’t come yet," a cold voice echoes, as Flossie Wright already slings the sniper gun over her shoulder, "Goodbye."
Glenn Hutchinson gazes steadily towards her.
Flossie Wright has already darted into the nearby bushes.
Pausing slightly, Glenn Hutchinson hesitates before ultimately moving his feet to follow her.
When he sees Flossie Wright’s figure again, she is already seated on an off-road motorcycle.
The roaring sound reaches his ears, as Glenn Hutchinson lifts his eyes, seeing that silhouette along with the black off-road motorcycle speeding away!
In a moment of steadiness, he can still see Flossie Wright raise a hand, initially spreading five fingers.
Then, one by one, the fingers fold down, leaving only one mocking middle finger.
Glenn Hutchinson focuses intently for a few more moments, but before long, Flossie Wright’s figure completely disappears from view.
Simultaneously, an announcement of "battle over" comes through the earpiece.
Glenn Hutchinson feels a bit helpless but also somewhat relieved.
She’s gone.
But she was here.
Flossie Wright returns on her motorcycle at almost nightfall.
Just as she dismounts from the bike, not even entering the campsite, she senses a different atmosphere throughout the campsite.
Seemingly realizing something, Flossie Wright frowns slightly, then beckons to the nearest person.
The person quickly runs over.
"R." The person calls out.
"Did we have visitors this afternoon?" Flossie Wright asks casually, pulling off her leather gloves and tossing them onto the motorcycle.
The person thinks carefully, then replies earnestly, "No, but there was someone just before noon."
"Who were they looking for?" Flossie Wright raises an eyebrow.
The person quickly adds, with an expression of unclear meaning.
Flossie Wright squints her eyes slightly at once.
Looks like they’ve come.
After a slight pause, Flossie Wright continues to ask, "Are they still here?"
"Yes," the person quickly nods, "just behind you..."
Before finishing the sentence, the person halts, their gaze sweeping past Flossie Wright to behind her, eyes almost bulging out.
Flossie Wright feels a headache buildup.
Sensing the fierce gaze behind her, she knows, without a doubt, who has come.
Contemplating for a moment, Flossie Wright hands the sniper gun to the person in front of her, who looks at her with awe, and then directly turns around.
By the time she sees Perry Reed, he is already walking towards her.
Lord Perry emanates a chilling aura, prompting all nearby males to retreat three steps, afraid to show their heads. Clothing and appearance on him are secondary; a mere aura suffocates people, leaving every tough guy’s presence reduced to zero.
He wears a black trench coat, its hem fluttering in the evening breeze, with the wind seemingly under his control, enhancing his imposing presence.
— End of Chapter 1923 —