Leaving the scene of chaos, Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson arrived at a restaurant.
It was an ordinary restaurant, featuring some local specialty dishes. Such restaurants were ubiquitous in the city, with nothing special about either the exterior decor or interior design.
However, it was Glenn Hutchinson who had spent over half an hour finding it.
"You order."
Looking at the menu handed to her, Flossie Wright absentmindedly said to Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her.
Without saying a word, he took back the menu and quickly ordered several dishes.
Flossie Wright propped her chin with one hand, lazily gazing outside.
"How's his skill?"
Lightly tapping her fingers on the tabletop, Flossie suddenly asked Glenn.
Glenn Hutchinson thought for a moment, gave her a meaningful look, and commented, "Average."
It couldn't be more obvious who Flossie was referring to.
However—
