Chapter 88
Chapter 88: Episode 008 - A Bloodbath Caused by a Dishcloth (1)
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"Err...Our snipers are much stronger. Why don’t you come over to our side?"
Seemingly getting very close to Flossie Wright in a particularly intimate way, Willie Ash casually uttered with a mixed expression of sincerity and familiarity, and a hint of authenticity. It didn’t seem as though he was lying.
However, the moment his words trailed off, almost everyone at Rowdy Brightwill’s table cast threatening, fierce and furious gazes at him. If not for the respect of everyone’s status, they would have dashed straight into a brawl.
The vigorous and upright men were inevitably competitive. Even if they were surprised that their Captain would invite a female cooking class member, they couldn’t allow her to be snatched away halfway!
Otherwise, wouldn’t they lose great face?
Meanwhile, the people at Willie Ash’s table displayed expressions of helplessness. They quickly shifted their gaze to Glenn Hutchinson, awaiting his reaction. Seeing their heroic captain with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, they simultaneously felt a cold sweat for Willie Ash.
Willie Ash had been behaving for quite some time now and currently, he had the audacity to be spontaneous in front of the Captain...
"Willie Ash! You’re deliberately picking a fight, aren’t you?"
Winsley Scott, who always had a contentious relationship with Willie Ash, abruptly rose from his seat. His round face inflated in anger, his eyes as wide as bronze bells. Even though he appeared fierce, there was something comical about his anger.
Willie Ash raised his eyebrows slightly, an expression of disdain amidst easy nonchalance. "Well, so it’s okay for you guys to poach then?"
Winsley Scott’s hands clenched into fists, a silent rage burning in his eyes. But before he could spring at Willie Ash, Rowdy Brightwill who was sitting next to him grabbed the back of his uniform, pulling him forcefully back into his seat with a warning look.
After calming Winsley Scott, Rowdy Brightwill turned his gaze to Willie Ash and Flossie Wright. He responded to Willie Ash calmly. "Fine, let the person in question decide."
In that instant, almost all eyes converged on Flossie Wright.
The sounds of chewing food in the cafeteria gradually faded, leaving behind a sea of stunned faces and eyes.
Most here didn’t know who Flossie Wright was and couldn’t comprehend how this cooking class member, who looked like a delicate vase, could be the subject of such tug-of-war.
Even those who had been in the same rookie squad as Flossie Wright and had witnessed her otherworldly shooting skills remembered her previous off-target records. Many speculated she had faked her targets using unknown means. Now seeing her being invited by the Mystery Forces and the Dagger Forces, jealousy stirred within their shock.
Jocelyn Carrington was especially so, almost popping her eyes out in the process.
As for Flossie Wright herself, she was surprisingly calm. Seemingly unaffected, her expression remained unchanged. She looked passively at the two people who had invited her. They appeared sincere, but beneath the surface was an ulterior motive, the true reason behind their invitations.
Under the many scrutinizing eyes, Flossie calmly averted her gaze.
However, just when she was about to refuse, she was abruptly interrupted.
"What the hell are you doing, poaching on my turf? Do you even regard me?"
A voice laden with rage and force, roared out with such vigor that everyone’s attention was drawn towards it.
Turning her head, Flossie saw a dark-faced, ferocious cooking class instructor. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he strutted over, ignoring everyone’s shoulder badges. His imposing style was as if he was saying, "which asshole dares to act wild on my turf?" Even wearing an apron didn’t cover up his domineering demeanour.
— End of Chapter 88 —