Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 1177

Mr. Atticus was scared out of his wits, frantically yelling for a retreat. But Jules and Louie's crew had them entirely surrounded, leaving no room for escape. They could only watch helplessly as the helicopter approached closer and closer, eventually hovering in mid-air. A ladder descended, and a group of men, radiating an intense aura of danger, sprinted down with guns in hand, the Empire Base logo emblazoned on their chests!

Mr. Atticus's face turned ghostly pale, and even the medics with firearms were visibly shaking with fear.

"Welcome, Vice President!" "Welcome, Vice President!"

"Welcome, Vice President!"

The members of Club 257 were craning their necks, eyes glued to the sky. When they saw Crimson stepping out, they erupted with excitement!

Dressed head-to-toe in black leather and her long hair pulled into a high ponytail, Crimson strode down the ladder with a commanding presence, flanked by Adrian and Kruz.

As soon as Crimson appeared, everyone instinctively parted to make way, carving out a path just wide enough for her to pass through.

Crimson walked into the plaza without hindrance. Her eyes scanned the members of Club 257, noting some were injured and still bleeding.

She didn't utter a word, but the air around them grew heavier with her presence.

"Sis Crimson, you should check on the wounded first. As for these guys-" Kruz cast a sidelong glance at the medics, a cold smirk playing on his lips, "Leave them to us." Those under his gaze shuddered violently.

"Alright."

Crimson nodded. Now that they were back, the medics couldn't stir up any more trouble.

She directed the injured members of Club 257 to head back to the hall for treatment and followed to assess the casualty situation.

"Alright, it's our turn now."

Watching Crimson lead the way to the hall, Kruz cracked his knuckles. Their stint at Empire Base hadn't been for nothing. Now, it was their time to show what they were made of. "Alright, boys, let's get to work—"

The Empire Base crew was raring to go, with Jason, Jason, and Lance's eyes blazing with determination.

Club 257 was practically family to them!

Mess with family, and they were ready to take down those traitors!

...

In the hall.

All the injured had received treatment.

The number of casualties was significant, and Club 257's medics were overwhelmed. Fortunately, the Empire Base Medical Division had brought extra hands.

"Vice President, how's the President?" Old P asked anxiously.

"Yeah, Vice President, how is she? Did she get hurt in the explosion at the medical base?"

Everyone couldn't help but ask, their voices tinged with urgency.

Whether they were hurt or treated didn't matter!

The most important thing was how the President was doing!

The internet was flooded with rumors of the President's demise, but they refused to believe it. Their President was so capable, an all-around talent; how could she possibly have perished in an explosion? "The President...." Crimson paused, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.

"Relax, she's still alive." Crimson spoke with a calm assurance: "But as for where she is right now, we haven't found out yet."

"Ha-ha-ha, I knew it, there's no way the President would be in trouble!" Old P laughed heartily, his relief palpable.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Some were even moved to tears.

"Sis Crimson, those bastards have been subdued, it's up to you what to do with them now." Kruz stepped in with a confident stride.

"Well done." Crimson nodded in satisfaction, her smile alluring: "Once we're done here, I'll take you out to find some stunning ladies to unwind with."

Kruz choked on his spit, coughing violently!

Sis Crimson really didn't hold back with her words!

And he was still young!

"Don't get your hopes up; that's for later." Seeing his expressive face Crimson thought he was already daydreaming. She stood up: "The injured should rest up; I'll step out for a bit."

Time to deal with those traitors.

...

In the plaza.

The entire medical team was restrained.

Mr. Atticus had taken two bullets to the knees and was kneeling in a pool of his own blood, pain and fear gnawing at his mind, his body trembling violently. Especially when Crimson emerged from the hall, steadily closing the distance between them, his shaking intensified.

He gritted his teeth, trying to tamp down his fear, and aimed to provoke Crimson: "Today's my downfall Til admit it! But it couldn't have been easy for you either, right?"

"You and Flora were tight, weren't you? But she's gone!"

Mr. Atticus knew Crimson wouldn't spare him, and he didn't expect her to. What gave him twisted satisfaction was the thought that Flora had also died in the explosion.

Having Flora join him on the journey to the afterlife seemed worth it.

Crimson looked at him, silent.

Mr. Atticus thought he'd witness Crimson's pain, but to his surprise, she just looked at him with calm detachment.

"Crimson, you don't seem upset at all? I guess your bond with Flora wasn't that deep."

After letting him finish, Crimson chuckled, looking down at him as if he were a fool: "Who told you Flora is dead?"

Mr. Atticus's smug smile faltered.

What was that supposed to mean?

Could it be Flora wasn't dead?

Impossible!

No matter how skilled Flora was, could she really have survived an explosion?

"Flora's really not dead?" His anxiety grew. Why wouldn't Flora die under such circumstances!

"Crimson, say something, is Flora dead or not!"

Crimson, watching his desperate

look, narrowed her striking eyes and

suddenly spoke: "Do you want to know how many bones are in a human body? At what point does removing bones cause a person to finally die?"

Mr. Atticus's face went white: "Crimson, what do you mean!"

"It means I'm going to have some fun with you," Crimson laughed lightly, her gun tapping against his head in a rhythmic pattern.

Mr. Atticus's whole body broke out in goosebumps!