Chapter 1989
Chapter 1989: We Went Through It Together and Survived (3)
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She knew that because of that bastard Andrew’s actions, Saughter suffered significant losses, and many founding members who fought alongside them were sacrificed...
They’re all brothers, saying it’s not sad is impossible.
However, Flossie Wright herself had experienced death, she might represent them in speaking.
Be it Erina Taylor or Daisy Deacon, on the battlefield, they all risked their lives to protect their people, just like those people used their lives to protect them, only some died and some didn’t, but the bond was equally strong.
The living, at the very least, should feel fortunate.
And now, hearing Daisy Deacon say that Saughter was gone, Flossie Wright actually felt relieved.
Saughter was formed by a group of isolated yet powerful individuals who went through so much together—joys and hindrances, death and danger—what happens in life has been enough. They couldn’t be licking blood off the blade every day.
"Are you planning to stay in the Forces indefinitely?" The topic shifted, and Daisy Deacon’s focus turned to Flossie Wright.
Flossie Wright nodded lightly.
"Can’t come back?" Daisy Deacon asked again.
With a slight smile, Flossie Wright looked at her, "My name is Flossie Wright."
Daisy Deacon laughed helplessly.
This determination left absolutely no room for persuasion.
"Have you eaten?" Daisy Deacon asked.
"No," Flossie Wright shrugged.
So, shaking her head in resignation, Daisy Deacon stood up directly from the grassland.
"Do you have any leads on Andrew?" Flossie Wright stood up as well, asking Daisy Deacon.
Daisy Deacon paused slightly, hesitating a bit, then lifted her eyelids, her gentle tone carrying an undeniable firmness, "I’ll take revenge for this."
"Together."
Looking at her without backing down, Flossie Wright’s attitude was equally resolute.
"No, you don’t have to get involved in this," Daisy Deacon shook her head. "This is Erina Taylor’s revenge, my revenge, I’ll take care of it, it’s got nothing to do with you."
Flossie Wright extended her fist towards her.
"You’ve got to be kidding..."
Seeing this posture, Daisy Deacon’s mouth twitched as she looked incredulously at the person giving such a childish idea.
"What else?" Flossie Wright calmly retorted.
Daisy Deacon was rendered speechless.
When opinions diverged and neither could convince the other, within Saughter...
Uh, they would use such childish yet straightforward means.
Rock paper scissors, the winner calls the shots!
Thus, Daisy Deacon, always looking down on this "game" from the bottom of her heart, embarrassingly lost to Flossie Wright.
By the time the two went to the campsite to find something to eat, Daisy Deacon’s face was so dark it could scare people away, pondering whether R had offended her, while also worrying about Anonymous’s future...
Daisy Deacon and Flossie Wright quietly finished eating, and unlike what Anonymous’s people feared, no irreconcilable conflict arose.
Nearing noon, Ice was successfully robbed by these two well-fed female bandits!
Watching helplessly as these two drove off on their motorcycles, Ice’s face was even darker than Daisy Deacon’s earlier!
Do they have a death wish?!
Even Ice, who usually had excellent character, couldn’t help but want to swear.
— End of Chapter 1989 —