"They're here to cause trouble."
Someone replied with a harsh tone.
At that moment, the knocked-out bartender was lifted up, gradually regaining consciousness. After glancing at Flossie Wright, he leaned over to the man and whispered something to him.
Had a drink, unknown origins, highly skilled...
Even had a gun.
After hearing that, the man's face darkened. He looked seriously at Flossie Wright. "Miss, what exactly is your intention here?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, crossed her arms, and lazily replied, "Joining you, am I qualified?"
Uh.
The group was momentarily stunned.
What?
Join?
Her?
"Ah, miss," the man regained his composure and smiled kindly at her, "if you want to join us, just say it. There's no need for all this commotion."
While he was smiling on the outside, he was cursing on the inside.
Join them?
