It didn't take long before Cassie Ferguson successfully assembled the fourth gun and quickly took off her blindfold.
Instead of rushing to shoot right away, Cassie tilted her head to deliberately check on Flossie Wright's movements.
At that moment, Flossie was half-squatting to one side, her left elbow propped on her knee, with her gaze fixed in this direction.
Her elongated eyes slightly squinted, a shallow smile curling on Flossie's lips; her expression was casual and relaxed, as if she didn't take Cassie seriously at all.
Seeing her like this, Cassie was momentarily stunned, but she quickly realized something.
Damn it!
She was deliberately waiting for her?
Suddenly, a nameless rage surged inside Cassie, and her eyes became fierce in an instant.
"Not going to hurry up?"
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie looked at her coolly, her clear, cold voice lifting slightly at the end.
Cassie's chest was unexpectedly engulfed in flames.
It seemed like it could explode at any moment.
