However—
Ice lowered his gaze, his eyes sweeping sternly over them.
Instantly, everyone instinctively shut their mouths.
Then Ice took the backpack off his shoulder, raised his hand, and tossed it to the person standing at the forefront, speaking slowly and deliberately, "She handled them all by herself."
The few people who were initially pleased upon seeing the backpack froze in disbelief at Ice's plain words.
"Bang."
"Thud."
The backpack hit the person in front, but as he failed to catch it, it fell heavily to the ground.
The sound jolted the group back to reality.
"Really?"
One person popped his head out, incredulous, and confirmed with Ice.
"Yes."
Ice responded calmly.
Consequently, this group fell silent, and the gaze they directed at Flossie Wright turned peculiar and strange.
What kind of person could take down seven people unscathed?!
