Chapter 560
Chapter 560, Episode 089: Not Understanding Stripping (3)
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As soon as he finished speaking, the three nearby gave him a silent look—
Capital coward!
Utterly disgraceful!
"You, you—" Flossie pointed at the two who had just cursed the hardest. Nonchalantly she motioned them over and in an indifferent tone, said, "Take off your clothes."
Both men stared, repeating each other’s words of disbelief. What the hell did she want with their clothes?!
Flossie slightly raised an eyebrow, and the moment she gently tilted her head back, a strong murderous intent flashed in her black eyes. Like a sharp blade, it could make anyone’s bones shiver. It seemed as if it could draw blood.
A chill spread all around.
Not just those two soldiers, even the other two who weren’t called, felt a wave of oppression. It made them involuntarily hug their shoulders and take several steps back in unison.
𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
This, this, this ...
Encountering such an unpredictable and formidable woman, they decided to surrender...
After all, heaven knows, earth knows, everyone knows, it’s humiliating enough to lose face in their own group.
"Take off your clothes, can’t you understand?"
Flossie repeated, word for word, each word carrying bone-chilling cold, like a cold blade stabbing into their hearts.
"We understand!"
They answered in unison, so loudly it was nearly deafening.
At this point, both soldiers didn’t hesitate. They hurriedly threw off their backpacks and started stripping their clothes, wishing they could rip off their clothes within a second. Only after they were stripped to their underwear, shivering, and folding their clothes, did they respectfully hand over the clothes to Flossie.
The other two soldiers couldn’t bear to watch and decided to lend their jackets to the unfortunate pair.
In a sense, this unpredictable, formidable female soldier letting them keep some of their clothes was an act of compassion.
At least, it would prevent them from becoming real "corpses" before they were dragged away as "dead bodies."
"Miss, can we leave now?"
According to the rules, they should stay put and wait for others to "drag" them away. But with Flossie standing there, they could not wait to get as far away as possible, casting regulations to the wind.
As far as they’re concerned, they’re already "dead," so what does it matter where?
But, this is really ...
Seriously pathetic!
Flossie watched them closely but didn’t react as she had with the previous four men. Instead, she frowned, looking puzzled at the man standing right in front of her in a blue military uniform.
For a while she hadn’t seen him, but he was just as she remembered.
Dashing, reserved, refined, calm.
Quite impressive.
His uniform made him look even more chilling and solemn. The weak light falling from the sky cast an indistinct shadow of his profile.
Standing up slowly, Glenn Hutchinson stood right in front of her, the bloody military knife spinning in his hands. He stepped toward Flossie, looking down slightly. A smile tugged at his lips, and his gentle voice, like a breeze, brushed past her ears.
"This knife, give it to me."
As soon as his words fell, he sheathed the blood-stained knife with a terrifying speed. The knife sheath at Flossie’s waist was gently pulled and slid into his hand.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie immediately grabbed his wrist. The moment she looked up, her icy eyes seemed gloomier.
"I don’t want to give it. Give it back."
Flossie’s grip tightened. With slightly squinted eyes, a spark of anger ignited.
— End of Chapter 560 —