"Who are you?"
The man spoke, his voice deep and fraught with extreme danger.
"A passerby," Flossie Wright answered calmly.
"Oh?"
Instantly, the man's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Flossie with suspicion.
This woman was indeed very strange.
Among the people they were pursuing, there were certainly no women, so her exclusion was clear, but other possibilities could not be ruled out.
She could be with the soldiers.
She was not afraid of them.
She was very dangerous.
Every move she made was poised and confident.
"Don't believe?"
With a slight raise of her eyebrow, Flossie asked leisurely.
The man stared at her, without responding.
Belief or disbelief was irrelevant to him.
As long as she posed no threat to his side, she could only be a passing bystander.
Flossie stood up, her expression slightly lazy, but her hand reached into the pocket of her jeans.
At the same moment, the people seated at the surrounding tables all stood up in unison.
