Since seeing the group's training last time, Flossie Wright had been looking forward to a competition. A competition of any form.
It was hard to measure by just watching.
While they looked formidable, it didn't necessarily mean that they were equally formidable in real combat.
Flossie's experience could hold a candle to Glenn Hutchinson's; she had also learned many tricks about ambush, and ordinary people were like transparent beings in front of her, with no room for concealment at all.
For example, Willie Ash.
"Huh?" Willie incredulously widened his eyes, unable to understand as he looked at Glenn Hutchinson. "Her? Why?"
In Willie's eyes, Flossie was his nemesis. The moment she appeared, any of his brilliant disguises would be completely shattered, and even his strong heart would reach its limit due to Flossie's immense damage, virtually rendering him dead.
Let alone, he was already half-dead.
