Chapter 284
Chapter 284, Talk 036: Why Aren’t You the One Who Died? (1)
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Raindrops, as large as beans, sprinkled down from the gray sky, lashing on faces, necks, and clothes, feeling piercingly cold. However, compared to the adjacent waves, even the most severe storm seemed insignificant.
On the beach, once quiet, clusters of people gathered. Each person, dressed in camouflage uniforms, stood tall and rigid. Their expressions were stern and tense. As the rain barraged them, not a single person retreated. Instead, they yearned to get closer, even if just slightly.
As their comrades risked their lives in the sea, knowing full well they could be swallowed by the waves at any moment, no matter how acquainted they were, or whether they had differences, at this moment, they were all the same - comrades!
The raucous woman had not yet relented, her lung-tearing yell directed at a soldier. Initially, she was the one to push him into the sea, but it looked as though he had wronged her, and she was fighting back desperately.
A handful of nearby soldiers looked downright embarrassed, and the others, witnessing the scene, were at a loss. The majority here were fresh troops, without any experience of dealing with such situations, they were unsure what was the appropriate course of action.
They generally avoided any dispute with civilians to the utmost degree, but they could not bear seeing their comrade being treated unfairly either.
"If you’ve got the nerve to go down there..."
In an instant, the woman’s scream came to a sudden halt. A hand, wet from the rain, reached out and grasped the one she had been attacking the soldier with. The hand was elegant but strong, locking the woman’s arm in an iron grip which she could not shake off regardless of how hard she tried.
As the storm lashed against the hand and its owner, the hat on her head slightly lowered, but could not hide the chill and intimidation in her eyes. A beautiful face emerged, exquisitely delicate, yet her beauty was overlooked. In that instant, all that could be perceived was an ineffable chill and breathlessness.
Raindrops splattered on her face. But her expression remained unmoved, and her dark eyes sank into a chilling abyss.
One by one, those who were observing the situation noticed the presence of Flossie Wright, unmasking their astonishment at the sight, as if they had seen a ghost.
Wasn’t she meant to be procuring supplies...
What is she doing here?
However, upon seeing her stand up for the soldier, they all heaved a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.
The woman, who felt the pain at her wrist, turned around annoyingly to face the godlike figure of Flossie Wright. She was taken aback, feeling as if something inside her chest had stopped. It wasn’t until her lungs throbbed with pain that she realized she had instinctively held her breath.
"Let go of me!"
She wriggled her wrist aggressively. The woman’s reaction became more and more intense, almost exhausting all her strength to break away from the restraint on her wrist.
Flossie Wright did not respond; her face remained cold and her grip tightened. The pain was so intense that the woman longed to fight back, but her struggle was useless. She could not even touch Flossie Wright.
"Let me go at once!
The woman became increasingly agitated. When she screamed out loud, her wrist was almost dislocated from her own tugging.
But it was pointless.
With her strength, she was no match for Flossie Wright.
As the woman’s brouhaha escalated, the surrounding soldiers exchanged glances, unsure whether to help Flossie Wright restrain the woman, or to dissuade Flossie from getting into a physical altercation.
— End of Chapter 284 —