<b>Chapter </b><b>301</b>
<b>Colton </b><b>was </b>one of the top enforcers in the agency, practically unbeatable. Hank knew better than to challenge him; he wouldn’tst more than <b>a </b><b>few </b><b>moves </b>against Colton’s skill.
“I’m talking about Lance!” Hank sneered, trying to mask his fear of Colton. “He’s too weak to be here. If he’d told me how weak he was sooner, I could’ve gone easy on him.”
Everyone at the agency clenched their fists in anger at Hank’s bragging.
Oh, Hank, they noted. They’d make sure to avenge Lance.
Flora stood up slowly, her gaze calm as itnded on Hank. “You keep calling others weak. Do you think you’re strong?”
Hank, who hadn’t been on thest mission and was clueless about Flora’s abilities, dismissed her as just a pretty face who’d won Connor’s favor. “Compared to him, I’m definitely stronger,” he retorted with disdain.
“Isn’t the agency’s assessment tournament in half a month?” Flora asked Colton quietly.
Though confused by her question, Colton nodded.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
“In half a month, if Lance passes the assessment, you’ll leave the agency. Do you dare to bet?” Flora challenged.
Hank’s arrogance didn’t belong in the agency.
Flora’s voice, though soft, was clear to everyone.
Hankughed in disbelief, thinking he misheard. How could Lance, who had failed the assessment for three years, pass in half a month?
“If he passes, I’ll not only leave the agency voluntarily, I’ll bow three times to him. But if he fails,” Hank paused with a smirk, “he must leave Empire Base!”
Hank had always wanted a reason to drive Lance away.
“Deal,” Flora said, her voice steady as she rubbed her wrists.
“Colton, help Lance back,” she instructed before leaving.
<b>11:13</b>
<b>“Ms. </b><b>Flora</b>, <b>why </b><b>would </b><b>you </b><b>make </b><b>such </b><b>a </b><b>bet </b><b>for </b><b>Lance</b><b>? </b><b>Just </b><b>for </b><b>a </b><b>moment </b><b>of </b><b>satisfaction</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>Colton </b><b>asked</b>, <b>his </b><b>face </b><b>grim </b>as he <b>supported </b><b>Lance</b>,
“<b>Lance</b><b>, </b><b>don’t </b>talk to Ms. Flora like that,” Lance, regaining some <b>strength</b><b>, </b><b>said </b>more confidently. “I’m grateful for Ms. Flora’s help.”
“Shut up,<b>” </b>Colton snapped, his gaze fixed on Flora with dissatisfaction and
anger.
“I’m confident that in half a month, Lance will pass the assessment,” Flora stated, turning to face him.
“Are you thinking of pulling strings?” Colton frowned. “The boss won’t agree.”
That was the only exnation Colton could think of for Flora’s confidence.
Flora considered the idea of pulling strings but then dismissed it. “The assessment rules allow challengers to pick any member of the agency for a duel. If they win, they’re in. I’m sure Lance can defeat Hank in half a month.”
“But bing strongeres at a price. It’ll be hellish. Can you handle it?” she asked Lance seriously.
Lance knew his own limitations but, looking into Flora’s clear, calm eyes, he felt a surge of confidence and determination.
“Ms. Flora, I can endure any hardship to be stronger!”
Determined to prove himself, Lance was ready for any challenge, even if it meant being expelled from Empire Base.
Flora smiled slightly and led Lance to the punching strength machine.
‘Give it a try,” she encouraged.
The machine disyed the top ten rankings, with the agency’s chief at the top, Colton second, and Yara fifth. Flora was the only woman on the list, standing out prominently.
Lance inhaled deeply, assumed a stance, and threw a punch!
Lance’s name, photo, and punch strength appeared on the screen.
268…
The lowest by far, a vast difference from Colton’s 879.
2/3
<b>11:13</b>
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Flora sighed; the result was much worse than she anticipated.
Even the weakest at Club 257 had nearly 400.
Lance, disheartened, said, “Ms. Flora, I really am weak…”