Chapter 761
Chapter 761 Episode 038 Crashing the Scene (2)
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Just as Flossie dodged, her adversary immediately retaliated with a fist and a machete. Sporting a smirk, Flossie swiftly gripped her military knife, elbowing the inside of her opponent’s arm holding the machete. She pushed forward, making a cut on her adversary’s clenched fist with her knife.
Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere.
Startled, her opponent was just about to fight back when Flossie stretched her long leg and kicked him in the groin.
The man retreated with a cry of distress, tears streaming down his face.
Witnessing this spectacle, everyone present couldn’t help but feel a chill down their spines.
The commotion was far from over.
Originally, only four bodyguards had accompanied the bartender. But the ruckus caused even more bodyguards to join the scene.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Marcel Smith was already in a stalemate with two bodyguards, barely prevailing by swiftly snatching a knife from one of their waists. As soon as he had repelled the two bodyguards, he spotted another seven or eight approaching, each loaded with monstrous strength.
Flossie moved swiftly to his side, leaning against his back, her hands poised in front of her, ready to attack.
"If you’re scared, get the hell out of here."
Her icy voice landed in Marcel Smith’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"At least give me a chance to get the fuck out conveniently," Marcel Smith snorted, staring at her discontentedly. "Where’s your gun?"
With a gun, what did they have to fear from these people?
After all, this was a den of thieves. If a real fight broke out, none of them would end up good.
Flossie glared at him, frowned, leaned over, and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"Hey, hey, hey——"
Marcel Smith cried out, baffled.
She whirled him around until he was dizzy. Feeling a harsh kick on his buttocks, he lunged towards the bodyguards in front of him. Seeing the fierce face of a bodyguard in his view, he lifted his machete.
The bodyguard dodged instinctively.
Marcel Smith promptly slipped out of the encirclement.
Finally, he was out...
But, clearly, he was now a target. Two bodyguards wielding knives began to chase after him.
He sprinted towards the dance floor, weaving amongst the crowd of gyrating bodies.
After all, they were in the business of hospitality, the bodyguards dared not to make a scene. They stood helplessly, watching Marcel Smith flee, cursing under their breath.
With Marcel running away, Flossie was left to fend for herself.
Although she was supposed to be at a disadvantage, driving Marcel away gave Flossie more room to maneuver. Brandishing her military knife, she fought skillfully against the numerous bodyguards.
The flickering of blades flashed ominously.
Before long, each bodyguard had been wounded, several being kicked down and rendered helpless.
After a sweeping kick sent the last bodyguard flying, Flossie steadily came to a stop.
A group of bodyguards surrounded her, but none of them dared to advance.
Synchronized with this stern shout, everyone present laid down their weapons.
The crowd automatically parted to allow a man in a suit to approach. He looked calm and authoritative among the group, obviously someone with command.
"What’s going on?!"
Although directing his question at others, his gaze landed on Flossie.
He paused in surprise looking at her.
Initially, he had thought trouble was caused by a strong man, but it turned out to be a woman standing before him.
Clad in a black robe with a deep black hood, she stood against the light within the dimly lit pub. Her features were unclear, but he could vaguely sense her cold eyes. Her gaze was chilling, as if a sharp sword was slashing towards him.
— End of Chapter 761 —