Chapter 239
Chapter 239 Episode 031 Don’t be too Bold on a Date (6)
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But, absurdly, he’d just finished his basket of dumplings, with the last one not yet swallowed, when Glenn Hutchinson pushed his untouched plate of dumplings towards him.
"Captain..."
Willie Ash protested weakly, only to see Glenn Hutchinson’s veiled threatening gaze. He immediately succumbed, obediently taking the plate of dumplings and continuing to stuff his mouth, his face ashen.
Flossie Wright, who’d taken a casual detour around the restroom, had successfully knocked out a waiter and changed into his uniform to get to the second floor.
Hiding her identity, changing identities was Flossie’s forte. The moment she shed her tall and handsome cowboy attire and donned the waiter’s uniform, she blended in seamlessly. All her aura was concealed. There was no sharp edge, no high-spirited bravado, all that was left was her calm demeanor, as if melding into the restaurant environment. The crowd passing by her in the hallway didn’t bother to give her a second glance, and if someone did stare at her, it was for her looks, nothing else seemed out of place.
Those who entrenched themselves in certain circles knew some non-disclosable secrets. Flossie learnt about the Pub Boss’s information network from the owner of a military supplies shop. There were always undisclosed sources in chaotic places where information exchange did not exist, and with the Pub Boss, Flossie got essential information about this restaurant.
The ragtag gang that captured Nigel Ferguson supposedly held professions in the small town and had done plenty of similar tasks. They oftentimes grasped some compromising information against their hostages, which was just a prerequisite. So, during the transaction, even if the subjects were ruthless enough to abandon their kin, they would succumb to their demands due to the existence of such leverage.
Money in one hand, goods in the other, that was their rule.
And this place was their lair.
Infiltrating such a place was simple for Flossie. It wasn’t an issue at all. Already accustomed to such jobs, she knew where such punks would hide their captives, what their actions would be...
She couldn’t have been clearer.
If this here was their lair, their frequent operation site, then the person was definitely in the restaurant, the question was, precisely where?
Of course, those in this business were always somewhat paranoid, and even if they realized they were in a safe environment, their instinct would guide them to hide in the most concealed places.
Therefore, it had to be the second floor.
After ascending the stairs, Flossie surveyed the layout of the place, casually strolling down the corridor, appearing to examine the passing crowd’s reactions nonchalantly. However, within two minutes, she set her sights on a man who was behaving suspiciously as if on guard duty. She yawned, seeming to pass by aimlessly, yet before she could pass him, her path was blocked.
"What are you..."
Just as the man started to show alertness, Flossie’s elbow was already lodged in his neck, effectively muffling him. The next moment, Flossie pulled him into an empty private room after a swift flip.
Five minutes later, Flossie dusted off her hands, cheerfully emerging from the private room.
As if nothing had happened.
She went straight to the door of the same private room guarded before, Flossie paused before raising her hand to knock on the door.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
— End of Chapter 239 —