"Perry Reed!"
Flossie Wright glared at him irritably.
Perry Reed tightened his grip around her waist, then raised his other hand to hold her head straight, looking forward, and reminded her suggestively, "Sweetheart, watch out ahead."
"Damn!"
Flossie muttered a curse under her breath.
She cursed both Perry Reed and those who were oblivious.
In this war-torn place, there was clearly no order, and to survive, they could do anything.
A group of people had appeared around the corner of the road.
About ten or so, each looking fierce and vicious, their eyes tightly fixed on them.
And holding Guns, ready to aim at them at any moment.
Obviously—
Robbery!
Kidnapping!
What can't they do?!
Flossie had encountered such situations many times, but this time it particularly annoyed her.
"Hold tight!"
Gathering her thoughts, Flossie reminded Perry Reed.
"Ha," Perry Reed chuckled knowingly, his hand around her waist tightening, "I'm steady."
Flossie's brow twitched sharply.
