However, before Flossie Wright left, she intentionally irritated them by casually tossing all the seized guns into the crowd, then unabashedly bid them farewell.
"Goodbye."
She waved, played with the flashlight in her hand, and then swaggered off.
"Damn..."
"Shit..."
"God damn it..."
As they watched her retreating figure, a flood of curses burst forth. These well-trained spectres seethed with fury at her provoking behavior, but there was nothing they could do about it — not even the chance for a fight as an excuse.
She's a woman!
Their domineering approach wouldn't work!
*
By the time she got back to the dormitory, lights-out time had long passed. The dormitory was pitch black, with the faint sounds of snoring echoing throughout.
However, as soon as Flossie Wright approached her own bed, she noticed a person huddled there.
The top bunk was empty.
