Watched for three minutes.
Flossie Wright left.
Still didn't remember where they came from.
But, on the way back, the identity of the other party suddenly flashed across her mind.
Not everyone was memorable, mostly just vaguely familiar, but there was one person she had indeed dealt with.
Kennedy.
In a country near Eastlandia, specifically involved in drug trafficking activities.
A drug kingpin.
Erina Taylor's dealings with him began when she needed to rescue a group of people from his grasp. Because she disliked drugs, Erina burned the drugs he was about to deliver, leading to an irreconcilable enmity.
However, Erina's Mercenary Corps seldom carried out operations there, so Kennedy mostly just cursed her in secret, and they hadn't clashed since.
Now able to recognize him, Flossie Wright identified him through his distinctive appearance.
A rugged round face, with a long scar running from his forehead to his chin.
Brutal by nature, obviously not a good person.
