A moment later.
She calmly looked at him, Flossie Wright's eyes flickered slightly, her presence showing no sign of weakness, and she spoke indifferently, "You are the instructor, responsible only for training, not for stopping my will."
"Your body needs rest," Hutchinson stared at her sternly, speaking each word deliberately.
"On this point," Flossie curled her lips into a cold smile, "I have more say than you."
She was injured by stray bullets, but she didn't blame anyone.
Now, her shoulder was hurt, but her legs could still move. Surviving in the wild depends on those legs. If they required her to arrive within the stipulated time, she could still perfectly complete their mission.
This was her own will.
She couldn't even understand—
Hutchinson's adamant attitude.
Stop training?
Meaning no training in the future, no selection process, not an exceptional stay, but leaving altogether.
Invite her repeatedly, and then just let her leave?
"You still have many opportunities."
