Moreover, the warehouse's only door has been locked, and Flossie Wright doesn't have the key. She would undoubtedly be unable to leave the warehouse, no matter how hard she scratched her head. Isn't staying here and guarding an unnecessary move on their part?
"We've got to at least put on a show!" The guy nearby rolled his eyes, leaning in slightly, "And what if something really happens? Who would be responsible?"
They all had seen Flossie's martial arts skills and her unpredictable behavior. It would be fine to disregard any ordinary people they tossed in, but for this woman, they had to exercise some caution.
"Tsk," the skinnier one hummed disdainfully. Thinking about how he was knocked down by Flossie's punch, he couldn't help but seethe. After pausing, he furrowed his brow and turned to the guy beside him, "Come to think of it, what the hell is this woman up to? Even if she had a quarrel with her boyfriend, she wouldn't risk her own life, right?"
