As soon as he finished speaking, the three nearby gave him a silent look—
Coward!
Capital coward!
Utterly disgraceful!
"You, you—" Flossie pointed at the two who had just cursed the hardest. Nonchalantly she motioned them over and in an indifferent tone, said, "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"Huh?"
Both men stared, repeating each other's words of disbelief. What the hell did she want with their clothes?!
Flossie slightly raised an eyebrow, and the moment she gently tilted her head back, a strong murderous intent flashed in her black eyes. Like a sharp blade, it could make anyone's bones shiver. It seemed as if it could draw blood.
A chill spread all around.
Not just those two soldiers, even the other two who weren't called, felt a wave of oppression. It made them involuntarily hug their shoulders and take several steps back in unison.
This, this, this ...
Encountering such an unpredictable and formidable woman, they decided to surrender...
