Rowdy Brightwill and Luna Vaughan, who arrived later, both felt chills spreading in the air.
Soon after, seeing Flossie Wright's half-smiling expression, they felt the temperature drop even further.
"Where is your headquarters?"
Playing with the pistol in her hand, Flossie Wright slowly raised an eyebrow and asked bluntly, without beating around the bush.
"I don't know," Patrick Morrison replied coldly.
"How many people are at the stronghold?" Flossie Wright didn't even bother to use a questioning tone.
"I don't know."
"Ha."
The smile on Flossie Wright's lips didn't fade.
At this point, Rowdy Brightwill seemed to spot something, and crouched interestedly to the other side, smiling at Patrick Morrison, "This guy looks familiar."
"..."
Patrick Morrison's expression changed slightly.
He certainly recognized Rowdy Brightwill, and Rowdy Brightwill had also met him before. Although it had been some time, they were acquainted.
"Ah, I remember now," Rowdy Brightwill exclaimed.
