Just imagining it, the murderous aura at Flossie Wright's eyebrows and eyes was extremely intimidating.
The few soldiers gathered around, swept by her lethal gaze, only felt chills rushing at them, cold enough to make their hearts tremble with fear.
Instantly, they each shut their mouths tightly.
"Get out of the way!"
A cold voice suddenly came from the outer edge of the crowd.
Two words, extremely cold, commanding respect without anger, compelling people to obey orders instinctively.
In an instant, those on the outside retreated quickly.
By the time they reacted, they saw the figure.
The person was wearing an army desert combat uniform, with a tall and straight posture. The moment he appeared, his aura intensified, and the palpable oppressive feeling seemed to squeeze their hearts invisibly.
At that moment, submission and fear arose unconsciously.
