So, Glenn Hutchinson casually stopped someone, using the local language he was half-fluent in, asked that person some questions, finally getting an answer while intimidating the person into a cold sweat.
It's not far, but the route needed remembering, so ten minutes later, Glenn Hutchinson arrived at the pub's entrance.
As he walked in, he saw Flossie Wright sitting in the corner.
In broad daylight, there weren't many people inside. Given the country's current situation, there likely wouldn't be many at night either.
Flossie Wright, with her outfit and aura, naturally stood out significantly.
Unconsciously, the anger that had accumulated in his heart dissipated without a trace after seeing Flossie.
He walked over and sat down across from Flossie.
In front of Flossie Wright was a glass of orange juice, and in front of him, a glass of plain water.
"What do you want to know?"
Sipping orange juice through a straw, Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows slightly and asked succinctly.
