Chapter 2019
Chapter 2019: Cripple Him (2)
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Flossie Wright’s eyebrow twitched, her gaze peculiarly fixated on Belinda Nichols.
"What’s wrong?" Noticing her gaze, Belinda asked, somewhat perplexed.
After hesitating for a moment, Flossie pondered and asked, "Is it good?"
"Not good," Belinda wrinkled her brow, then placed the cup in her hand down and added indifferently, "Quenches thirst."
As soon as she said this, not only Flossie, but even Rowdy Brightwill beside her, couldn’t help but scrutinize her.
"You have a good alcohol tolerance?" Rowdy leaned in a bit closer and asked with interest.
Wow, this is hard liquor... not just some low-strength beer, and Belinda can down it in one go without even furrowing her brow?
"I don’t know."
Answering coldly, as she felt Rowdy’s approach, Belinda frowned, feeling a bit uneasy.
Rowdy wanted to ask more, but before he could speak, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
He looked up to find it was Ice.
"Got something to say?" Rowdy frowned and asked.
"You," Ice released him, his expression as cold as frost, pointing at the seat next to them, "Move to the side."
Rowdy was taken aback, instinctively looking up at Flossie to seek her opinion.
Flossie waved her hand at him, signaling him to listen to Ice.
Although Ice didn’t show it overtly, it was clear that he was a definite overprotective brother. Anyone approaching his sister in front of him, and he definitely wouldn’t just stand by idly.
Taking a step back would broaden the horizon; it was best for Rowdy and Ice not to get into a dispute at this moment.
There was indeed no dispute among them here.
Rowdy, with good temper, moved to another seat, and Ice smoothly occupied the spot next to Belinda, making the atmosphere among the three appear harmonious.
Yet, pretending to be harmonious like this was soon disrupted.
"Are you guys the Anonymous?"
A burly figure with a bushy beard from the neighboring table approached them, his face stern, his sharp eyes seemingly scanning Flossie, carrying a look of scrutiny and suspicion.
At this moment, aside from Flossie’s group and Ice, the rest of the Anonymous members at the table immediately stood up, glaring intently at the bearded man.
The commotion grew so much that soon, people from the neighboring table also stood up, with a few even moving to the bearded man’s side, cautiously eyeing the Anonymous group.
The originally light-hearted and lively atmosphere instantly turned tense and heavy, with others at different tables gradually ceasing their conversations, watching this side’s situation.
"Something you need?"
Slightly frowning, Flossie was the first to speak.
Under normal circumstances, Flossie wouldn’t bother responding, but at the moment, the bearded man was standing not far from her side, and it was somewhat difficult to ignore the scrutinizing gaze lingering on her.
However, just as she spoke, the bearded man who had been eyeing her directly took two steps towards her.
Sandy Cruz and Rowdy Brightwill exchanged a glance, their hands already reaching for the guns at their waists, but at this moment, Flossie gave them a look.
Newcomers shouldn’t act rashly.
After all, Flossie’s target wasn’t him.
"I heard you have ties with DARK and the recently disbanded Saughter?" The bearded man stopped next to Flossie, his thick brows tightly knit, and asked her in a coarse voice.
— End of Chapter 2019 —