Clutching her phone, she glanced down at her left hand.
The wound hadn't stopped bleeding.
Her blood was a vivid red.
It was slightly blinding.
...
In the afternoon, the rain lightened up a bit.
Flossie Wright had checked out of her room.
Donning a jacket with a hood, she aimlessly wandered, meeting various contacts.
Even though she was half-awake in the morning, she clearly heard and remembered the content of the phone call.
[Mission Two: Bring useful information to Chengming Locksmith's store for an exchange in three days.]
Useful information naturally referred to the "drug trafficking gang." Specifically, it was the "drug trafficking gang" arranged by the Forces in the city.
The mission was not difficult.
But, for the moment, Flossie Wright was not in the mood.
In a short span, the "Vernon Earthquake" had seized the public's attention. She had only walked a few streets before overhearing numerous discussions on the topic.
Anxiety, worry, sighs.
