Chapter 931
Chapter 931: I Have the Ability to Beat You Down (1)_1
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"Those who have had conflicts, step forward!"
The voice was indifferent, carrying an undeniable authority, and waves of oppression hit them face-on, each person feeling as though their faces were being scraped by a blade, aching intensely.
Flossie Wright was speaking to them in her capacity as the Captain.
Given her rank, no one dared to defy her.
One after another, eight people stepped out of the lined-up ranks, all with their heads lowered in silence.
It’s remarkably easy for conflicts to arise among female soldiers; sometimes, one might dislike another just because they’re irksome, without any further reason.
These eight had either argued with veteran soldiers or bickered amongst themselves.
They had fought twelve times within a week.
Flossie Wright actually admired them for that.
With a slight frown, Flossie Wright gave them a cursory glance, then, in a cold voice, she said, "Five hundred push-ups, talk after you’re done."
Everyone was shocked.
Five hundred push-ups?
They had just finished a twelve-kilometer cross-country run with full gear and were already exhausted to the point of collapse, and now Flossie Wright was implementing physical punishment?
"This isn’t right," Cherry Hamilton, one of the eight, stepped forward, her voice gentle but not without hostility, "You’re not our Instructor, and you have no right to order us to do these things."
She was bold and unafraid.
Cherry Hamilton had always harbored resentment toward Flossie Wright’s position as Captain.
Flossie Wright’s scores were all inferior to hers; she had merely stood out a bit during a mission, but what underhanded methods had she utilized to land the role of Captain?
Moreover, she had hardly managed anything this week. It was clearly her dereliction of duty, yet she had the audacity to come and punish them? Absurd!
Flossie Wright let out a soft chuckle.
Her eyes gleamed as she glanced up slightly, her gaze sweeping over Belinda Nichols and Becca Reyes who stood behind the group.
The two got the message and without hesitation, stepped forward, flanking Cherry Hamilton on both sides.
Just as Cherry Hamilton realized the impending threat, the hands of the two had already clamped down on her shoulders, their grip as firm as iron pincers, leaving her arms powerless and crinkling her brow in pain.
As for Becca Reyes and Belinda Nichols, who were responsible for restraining her, they were doing so quietly, with an indifferent demeanor, as if they didn’t consider their actions a significant matter.
Seeing this, the others exchanged looks, some unable to react.
"Are you resorting to force?!"
Cherry Hamilton bit down hard on her teeth and glared at Flossie Wright, her previously gentle image shattering in an instant.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing, getting physical like this?"
"Let her go—talk this out properly."
"Aren’t you afraid of being punished by the Instructor for doing this?"
Suddenly, everyone started talking at once, alternating between advising, threatening, and expressing dissatisfaction.
Cherry Hamilton was popular, not like Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes, who had barged in halfway, nor like Belinda Nichols, who barely conversed with anyone. Cherry was kind, enthusiastic, gentle, polite, and sensible. Although somewhat pretentious, she had made a good impression on others.
Moreover, Flossie Wright’s imposition of punishment left them feeling both embarrassed and angry, deepening their dissatisfaction with her.
They would not tolerate it!
With a grievance smoldering in their hearts, they naturally chose to support Cherry Hamilton.
Flossie Wright didn’t care for their support.
With a light raise of her eyebrows, Flossie Wright flexed her wrists and, with a faint smile lurking in her eyes, walked forward step by step until she stopped in front of Cherry Hamilton.
"What are you tryin—"
The questioning voice was abruptly cut off.
A dull collision.
Flossie Wright’s fist landed fiercely on her abdomen, pulling the punch yet still enough to give Cherry Hamilton a taste of pain.
— End of Chapter 931 —