Speaking languidly, Flossie Wright twirled the military knife in her palm twice before raising her eyebrows and slipping it back into her waist.
And—
Stan Torres's face completely changed.
He was utterly looked down upon!
Around them, there were still some murmuring voices, but the moment Flossie's words ended, an eerie silence fell instantly.
All of a sudden, a nameless rage coalesced in his chest, and Stan's face darkened as he shouted at Flossie angrily, "Flossie Wright, what the hell do you mean by this?!"
Charging with a murderous aura, Stan pointed at Flossie, his yell filled with fury.
But—
Just as he finished roaring, his movements stiffened.
At some unknown point, a dagger had appeared at Flossie's fingertips and with a lift of her hand, it was now resting against his neck.