Chapter 863
Chapter 863 Episode 055 You’re Not Blind, I Am (2)_1
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Naturally, sitting in the car was Flossie Wright.
Having landed steadily, Flossie didn’t turn her head back but instead raised her hand and flipped them off.
The people inside the car saw it all too clearly.
"Bitched the dog!"
"Why doesn’t this woman just fly to heaven?!"
"Damn it, they’re all in on it together, chase her down!"
As the car filled with cursing, the driver, surprised by the incident, didn’t hit the brakes but froze instead. Before he could finish his sentence, he slammed hard into a BMW ahead.
Flossie’s reckless driving had caused chaos among the traffic. After pausing briefly on the street, she saw the motorcycles approaching and floored the accelerator, darting into a narrow alley.
Before long, the motorcycles, along with a van, quickly caught up.
But, as soon as they rushed in, they were greeted by a motorcycle already lying in wait, sideways.
"Motherfucker!"
"Oh my God--"
With a series of thudding crashes, the bikers, unable to stop in time, one after another, collided with the motorcycle lying across the path, were flipped over, and were sent flying, landing heavily on the ground.
The injuries were not minor.
Luckily, the last person managed to steady himself, only slightly bumping into it, and was not badly hurt.
Meanwhile, two vans arrived one after the other.
"What the hell happened?!"
"Where are they?!"
"Damn it, we’ve lost the bikes, they must be nearby, let’s search quickly!"
The entrance to the alley immediately erupted with noisy voices.
Further up the road, Flossie stood at the first corner, mainly out of concern that the scene might be too brutal, and to avoid getting hit by flying debris.
As the noise from the crash subsided, Flossie rubbed her temple, ready to walk out when she suddenly heard sounds of fighting.
She paused, slightly taken aback.
Frowning, she walked out and was somewhat surprised by the scene that unfolded before her eyes.
No one had followed her.
Over ten people were surrounding one person, wielding clubs and machetes, aggressively charging at him, but the man looked as if he was dealing with children—whenever he struck, someone would get hurt.
Stopping in her tracks, Flossie looked down slightly and observed the person being surrounded.
Glenn Hutchinson.
This wasn’t the first time she had seen Glenn Hutchinson fight. When she had encountered him as Erina Taylor, she had already seen what he was capable of.
Capturing and fighting, every move subdued the enemy. His movements were crisp, ruthless, and swift, targeting the opponents’ vital points with precision, making it difficult to find a flaw in him.
She had come across special forces, but even average ones would struggle to reach his level of proficiency.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie watched Glenn Hutchinson among the crowd and decided to abandon the thought of getting involved, leaning against the wall at the side, simply watching from a distance.
At the entrance to the alley, bathed in the last rays of the sunset, Glenn Hutchinson was illuminated by a warm orange glow.
He was dressed in casual clothes, a black woolen overcoat, long and thin, with a black long-sleeve shirt showing beneath it, casual pants, and black leather shoes. He lacked the solemnity and gravity he had when in uniform, but he still carried an air of sharpness and oppression.
His face was expressionless, and there was a hint of nonchalance in his demeanor. It was clear he didn’t take this group of people seriously.
Looking at his watch, within less than five minutes, over ten people were laid out on the ground, unable to even crawl.
As the last one hit the floor, Glenn Hutchinson glanced over in this direction, his eyes darkening. His gaze swept over her and then the marks on the ground before he strode over with long steps, heading in her direction.
— End of Chapter 863 —