Chapter 762
Chapter 762 Episode 038 Crashing the Scene (3)
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"They’re here to cause trouble."
Someone replied with a harsh tone.
At that moment, the knocked-out bartender was lifted up, gradually regaining consciousness. After glancing at Flossie Wright, he leaned over to the man and whispered something to him.
Had a drink, unknown origins, highly skilled...
Even had a gun.
After hearing that, the man’s face darkened. He looked seriously at Flossie Wright. "Miss, what exactly is your intention here?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, crossed her arms, and lazily replied, "Joining you, am I qualified?"
The group was momentarily stunned.
"Ah, miss," the man regained his composure and smiled kindly at her, "if you want to join us, just say it. There’s no need for all this commotion."
While he was smiling on the outside, he was cursing on the inside.
With her skills, she could have just shown off a few moves in front of him and he would have eagerly accepted her. But, by smashing up the place like this...
"There was no need for it in the first place," Flossie Wright stepped forward, the bodyguards watching her closely. A cold gleam appeared in her eyes as she smiled lightly. "However, I don’t agree with your habit of spiking the drinks."
The bartender inwardly cursed.
That was his usual trick for trapping new clients, especially wealthy ones like her who didn’t reveal their identities. He never expected that she had figured it out.
No wonder...
No wonder, despite drinking the whole glass, she showed no signs of being drugged. She must have found out and did something about it.
While these thoughts were crossing his mind, the man next to him immediately lost his temper and roared at the bartender, "Are you blind? Didn’t you notice she’s a VIP?!"
"My, my apologies."
Faced with Flossie Wright’s smile that revealed a hint of unease, the bartender did not dare to retort.
"There’s no need for an apology. After all, I have made quite a scene too. Let’s consider it even." Flossie leaned forward, looking at the man in charge, her raised eyebrows imbued with a hint of a smile. "What do you say?"
A single spiked drink, compared to over ten wounded bodyguards, was considered a fair trade.
They indeed suffered a huge loss.
The man had his considerations.
In Eastlandia, the only ones who could carry guns blatantly were the police and the military.
The police and military usually moved in groups. If one of them was undercover here, carrying a gun so openly would seem improper. Hence, the woman in front of him who wielded a gun and was highly skilled, was probably...
Involved in the underworld.
Bringing her in would possibly be a great boon.
Thus, the man, with a grim expression, reluctantly nodded in agreement, "That’s true."
"Now that’s settled..."
Flossie took another step forward.
The man held his breath, about to wait for her response, yet in a flash, he saw something black flicker in the corner of his eyes.
A black gun was pointed at his forehead.
Flossie stood less than a meter from him, her arm slightly raised. The gun she pointed at him was steady, so steady it felt like she could pull the trigger at any moment.
Instinctively, the man held his breath.
The woman in front of him was calm and composed, her slender eyes slightly lilted, confident and flamboyant. She stood there, upright and tall, like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its sharp edge.
The bodyguards around them gripped their weapons tightly, expressions tense.
— End of Chapter 762 —