Chapter 760
Chapter 760 Episode 038 Crashing the Scene (1)
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The lights were spinning rapidly in the pub, rhythm of the live band reached its peak.
The dance floor was buzzing as usual, those high on drugs had no time to worry about others, worn out yet jubilant.
No one noticed, the smell of gunpowder fire was already in the air here.
Flossie Wright stood next to the bartender, her tall figure contrasted in the dim light, leaving only a silhouette of black shadow. Her slender hand with prominent joints was holding a gun firmly, the pitch-black muzzle staring at the forehead of the bartender.
Behind her, flickering lights of blue, green or red fell on her black leather jacket, as if she was covered in a layer of dancing halo, making her look more mysterious and enigmatically alluring.
Her exquisite features were dimly lit, her narrow, clean eyes were calm and serene like a deep, unseen pool.
In this moment, she was straightforward, cold, dangerous, yet, incredibly attractive.
Standing beside her, two bodyguards were on either side, staring at Flossie Wright with caution, their hands tightly holding machetes.
Ready to pounce.
Marcel Smith raised his eyebrows in admiration, astounded to no end.
A real gun indeed!
The bartender swallowed hard, unable to hide his surprise. He steadied his nerve, dared not to move an inch, and looked at her carefully from the corner of his eye.
Needless to say, it was Flossie Wright’s exquisite face, cold eyes as beautiful as portraits, calm and composed in the depths of her eyes. Looking closely, she appeared nonchalantly indifferent.
Even surrounded and under attack, she showed no sign of nervousness.
Full of confidence.
Therefore, she was convinced he wouldn’t dare to do anything reckless.
"I think, we can talk slow." he managed to squeeze out a stiff smile. Though he didn’t show any sign of panic, his tone softened.
Those in their line of work lived on the edge of the knife, however, no one wasn’t afraid of death.
Having enjoyed their lives, they cherished life all the more.
"No need to talk, just a question for you."
Flossie Wright barely let her tone waver as the corner of her eye twitched slightly.
Steadying himself, the bartender set his expression.
As long as there were conditions, there would be a solution...
Curling her lips, Flossie Wright tilted her head, looking at him with interest, "Are you worth anything?"
Frozen in place, the bartender pursed his lips.
Worth anything?
Perhaps, he understood Flossie Wright’s meaning.
No, compared to the thugs, he was worth a bit more, but at best he was merely a go-between, not worth that much.
"Heh," scoffed Flossie Wright with an aloof look, expressing each word succinctly," Seems like you’re worthless."
As the words fell, she drew back the finger hooked on the gun, the gun spun in the air, just as the bartender felt a sense of impending danger, the gun butt struck decisively on his temple.
A heavy blow.
The bartender, who had no training, only felt dizzy and powerless, collapsing backwards.
The bodyguard behind stepped forward, grabbing his elbow, pulled him up and tossed him aside, then charged towards Flossie Wright.
Machetes and sticks, all attack!
Retracting her gun, a military knife appeared in Flossie Wright’s hand, she faced the attack bravely.
The military knife collided with the machetes, her slender arms numb from the impact, Flossie Wright frowned, grabbed the wrist of the man charging at her with a stick, kicked into his armpit, causing him to cry out in pain and retreat a few steps.
Flossie Wright did not let up. She turned around, her long leg swept across straight into his chin, the blow spewed a mouthful of blood from him, causing him to collapse with no strength to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the man with the machete on the side launched another attack, barely missing Flossie Wright as she sidestepped, the blade scraped past her nose, drawing a line in the air and creating a flux of air, a killing intent brushed past her cheek.
— End of Chapter 760 —