Chapter 27
Chapter 27: Episode 013 Go Play
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What caught the eyes was a face as sharp as if cut with a knife, eyebrows flying up towards the temples, star-like eyes deep and piercing, and wherever the gaze fell, the pressure increased instantly.
The rays of the early morning sun fell into the pit, lighting him up from behind, as if wrapping him in a white fringe, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly aura.
Dense leaves and tree trunks intertwined overhead, the scent of the earth mingling with the morning air, the jungle’s panorama forming a unique backdrop for him.
The man had an aura that was elusive, embodying the strength and stoicism of a soldier, yet appeared calm and composed. He was like a blade that had experienced countless battles, hidden when unsheathed, capable of claiming a life unsuspectingly. Meeting his gaze, one felt every inch of their skin scrutinized, the surrounding temperature seeming to drop suddenly.
Flossie Wright stared unwavering at him for a few seconds, comparing the face before her to one from her memory, and mentally deduced the most probable answer.
Her right hand clenched into a fist, but the next moment, she noticed his sharp gaze sweeping towards her right side. Cautiously, she forcibly held back the urge to punch him in the face, and immediately loosened her clenched fist.
"Pal, can you lend a hand?"
Flossie spoke nonchalantly, subsequently shifting her gaze and focusing her attention on her right foot.
This was probably a trap set by a hunter; beneath me were several clamp traps used to capture prey. The sharp prongs penetrated through the military boots and into the flesh, tethering the whole foot and causing Flossie’s face to pale from the pain.
The man glanced at her foot, which was already oozing with blood from the clamps. Slightly frowning, he moved to beside Flossie’s injured foot.
"Try to bear with it."
After examining Flossie’s foot, the man spoke to her, and without waiting for her to be ready, he swiftly grabbed both sides of the clamp and with a swift motion, removed it from her foot.
At that moment, other than feeling the waves of pain, Flossie could only feel the uncontrollable flow of blood soaking her socks inside the boot.
The man casually tossed the clamp aside, his fingers touching the perforation on the boot to measure the depth of the wound. He then gently unfastened Flossie’s boot and carefully took it off her foot.
Throughout the entire process, Flossie was in a cold sweat from the pain, and with her brow covered in beads of sweat, she gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around, surveying the surroundings to distract herself.
She didn’t look down, but could feel her socks being torn apart at the wound, fingers touching her skin near the injury while assessing the extent of her bone fracture...
As her gaze rapidly shifted, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a streak of green racing towards her. In an instant, the frustration and annoyance in her eyes turned into killing intent. The moment she raised her hand, the flash of green was caught between her fingers.
"Hiss––"
Perceived the threat, Laura Carter—a venomous snake—struggled and repeatedly darted its tongue out, exposing its sharp fangs. But its vital spot was held tightly and all its struggle was in vain.
The man, who was using the torn sock to bandage Flossie’s wound, glanced sideways to see Laura Carter caught in Flossie’s hand, the desperate creature was so easily subdued as if it were a mere toy, stripped of every bit of its power to attack.
The man’s brows slightly knitted, his face showing hint of annoyance.
Upon noticing the man’s gaze, Flossie intensified her grip—the now dying snake in her hand had no breath left. Following her toss, the snake flew straight towards the man.
Light glinted off the body of Laura Carter as it flew through the air, an alarming sight.
The man’s face darkened, he instinctively reached out to catch the flying snake, seizing with precision the vital part of the feigned dead creature. He squeezed it forcefully, the distinct crack signified the breaking of the snake’s bones and the limp creature went completely slack.
"Keep it as a toy."
Nonchalantly tossing back the lifeless Laura Carter, the man’s eyes twinkled more profoundly. His gaze carefully swept over Flossie, capturing her poker-face, confirming what he had suspected.
This woman, she did it on purpose.
Flossie concealed a sneer, her face calm and unafraid as she met his scrutinizing gaze. But inwardly, she cursed him and his ancestry.
She had already been rather polite by just throwing a poisonous snake at him. If she hadn’t been injured, she would have definitely given him a good whack on the head.
Erina Taylor had been roaming around for years, dealt with all sorts of situations, but she had never allowed herself to be taken advantage of. Talking about malicious hearts, she had fooled so many people that she’d lost count. Furthermore, most of them spent their entire lives in the dark. To her surprise, she had encountered a con-man who cons the con-women, and after rebirth, she realized how fooled she had been by this man.
𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
The realization felt as if she had enjoyed free meals all her life, felt pleased about it, only to discover that someone had quietly stolen all her savings. And that person happened to be a stranger she favored!
The more she thought about it, the more wronged and frustrated she felt!
However, the man who bore no impression of her, didn’t care about her hostility. He only attributed her disgruntlement to her unexpected injury.
Flossie’s foot injury was not deep, and her bones were not fractured, After halting the blood flow, the man easily climbed the nearly two-meter high pit and lowered a rope to pull Flossie up.
Flossie, who had just been pulled up from the pit, sat down on the ground. She scowled at her wound which had reopened, and insincerely thanked the man.
Apparently, the man didn’t take her gratitude to heart. He looked around before squatting beside her, his fingers gliding over her training uniform’s collar. His gaze lingered on her unblemished collar, then shifted onto Flossie’s dust-covered face with interest.
"New recruit?"
Though it was a question, his tone carried an undertone of certainty.
Flossie shot a cold glance at the double stripes on his shoulder, revealing a wry smile after a short pause. "Are you planning to take me back, sir?"
At her words, a subtle emotion flickered across his handsome face, but he went along with Flossie’s idea and picked her up off the floor.
Meanwhile, Flossie, who was prepared, let her fingers slide across his chest. The warm metal object smoothly fell into her hands.
— End of Chapter 27 —