Sharp eyes, a chilling gaze, as cold as the gradually cooling night.
A chill came, and the young lad instinctively fell silent, looking in the direction of the gaze, but someone stopped him midway.
"Winsley Scott."
Rowdy Brightwill gave him a warning look, signaling him not to proceed any further.
Rowdy Brightwill, who had been an instructor in the rookie camp for a while, clearly understood the capabilities of the rookies. Although Janice Wood was not impressive, she was always amongst the top when it came to military skills. Plus, he had seen Flossie Wright's target paper; her true strength was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
"No."
Suddenly, Flossie Wright's cold voice wafted over.
