"The reason."
Flossie Wright's voice was slightly cold, each word dripping with threats.
After some hesitation, the woman hesitantly met her gaze, "I don't know."
"You do."
Then, Flossie lifted her hand and a military knife appeared in her hand. She seemed to play with it nonchalantly, but the chromed blade flashed through the air, exuding a chilling aura of death.
Her sudden move was so surprising that the woman staggered for a moment, forcibly suppressing her racing heart, before finally responding with a cold face, "I'm just executing my mission, how can you be sure I know?"
With a slight change of expression, a chilling light flashed through her dark eyes, and then Flossie raised her knife-holding hand. As the woman braced for the inevitable, Flossie struck, her swift action sending the woman reeling backward and instinctively clutching her chest.
However, it was already too late.
