"Flossie Wright!"
"Present!"
Flossie Wright subconsciously responded.
Her voice was equally sonorous and powerful.
Glenn Hutchinson's silhouette slowly approached.
Gradually, many gazes around shifted from Flossie Wright onto Glenn Hutchinson.
All were filled with inquisitiveness.
As the chief instructor, Glenn Hutchinson had little contact with both friendly forces and students; now that he had encountered the widely curious Flossie Wright, the implications became somewhat unclear.
"Follow me!"
Halting his steps, Glenn Hutchinson's gaze fixed on Flossie Wright, his voice carrying a touch of indifference.
"Yes!"
Flossie Wright responded firmly and decisively.
Their eyes met.
Between them was Belinda Nichols, a distance of about four to five meters separating them.
As the sun set, Glenn Hutchinson stood against the light, his expression hidden in the dim haze.
It was impossible to discern his expression and emotions.
Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes slightly.
