"Two against one, bring it on!"
With that voice, cold as plunging into an ice vault, Agnes Parker managed to open her eyes against the unbearable pain, striving hard to identify the person stepping on her.
It was the figure and face of Flossie Wright.
In the dim light, Agnes could vaguely see Flossie Wright's frost-covered face, the hazy light casting a faint halo on her. However, to Agnes, it was a layer of coldness and killing intent covering her, it was as if they formed into a sharp sword, heading straight for her heart. An overwhelming sense of danger swept over her as if her heart had stopped beating.
She had always seen Flossie Wright as an enemy. However, this time, a movement, a single glance from Flossie Wright was enough to fill her with stark terror.
She wanted to move, yet she found herself so tense that she couldn't control her body.
