"Stop, I'll buy a bouquet of flowers," Portia said.
Zevla was speechless, but she still stopped the car and asked Portia to buy the flowers.
She felt that Portia was behaving strangely.
In short, she was behaving strangely in every sense.
If there was a cosmetics store on the side of the road, Portia would definitely pull the steering wheel and ask her to stop.
She felt that buying flowers was a waste of money, so she would never spend a single cent on flowers.
But today, she actually took the initiative to suggest buying flowers.
When Portia entered the flower shop, the owner was a beautiful woman.
"Miss, what flowers do you need?"
Portia took a deep breath of the fragrance in the air.
"What's the most fragrant flower?" Portia asked.
"Lilacs, lilies, and gardenias are all very fragrant," the owner replied.
Usually, people who bought flowers had a purpose.
If they were placed at home to arrange flowers, most of them were for the sake of beauty.
Very few customers would want to buy flowers for fragrance.
Of course, the owner still truthfully told her three famous flowers for their fragrance.
"If you need flower arrangement services, we'll add a dollar, but the effect won't disappoint you."
"No need, just a bouquet of lilacs, lilies, and gardenias," Portia said.
Soon, the owner helped Portia tie three different bouquets of flowers.
Portia was about to pay when a black man rushed in.
"Robbery! Give me your money! Hurry up! "
The black man pointed a dagger at the two women.
Portia didn't know where she got the courage from, but she let out a breath at the black man.
Bang!
The black man's mind went blank, then he flew into the air.
He smashed the glass door of the flower shop.
Portia's mind went blank, and so did the owner.
She didn't see what happened.
When the black man rushed in, she was so scared that she hugged her head and squatted on the ground.
When she raised her head again, she saw the ending.
It seemed that the female customer pushed the black man.
Then he flew out.
As for the plot in between, she could only rely on her own imagination.
Portia was slowly regaining her composure.
Was she really that good?
Just then, Zevla came to the flower shop.
She stepped on the black man on the ground and asked, "Portia, what happened?"
"This guy was a robber, and I subdued him," Portia replied proudly.
Zephra was a little confused. Portia was going to subdue this burly black man?
Are you having fun? With Portia's lousy fighting skills.
Every time he went to the gym, he had to go to the boxing ring to spar with the trainer.
Three seconds later, he was lying on the ground.
Trying to be a hero with this level of skill?
He would be pressed to the ground and rubbed against at any moment.
However, in this flower shop, there seemed to be only Portia and the florist, and both of them were women.
Looking at the florist's appearance, she was just an ordinary woman. She didn't look like someone who could easily subdue the black robber.
She dialed the police number.
Soon, the police arrived.
The police briefly questioned Portia and the florist.
Rephra had been listening to the florist.
It seemed like it was really Portia who did it.
On the way home, Zephra was puzzled.
Did Portia really subdue that black gangster?
"Portia, how did you subdue that gangster?"
"Of course … of course it's my combat. How is it? Are you surprised?"
Zevra smiled. Combat?
There were a few times when Portia had overestimated herself and challenged her to a duel.
Thus, she knew Portia's level very well.
Holding the three bouquets of flowers from the florist, Portia sniffed them deeply.
She was already addicted to this feeling.
"Let's practice when we get home. How about that?"
"Sure, sure." Portia also wanted to test her skill level.
If she could defeat Zephra, she might be able to defeat Chen Zhao.
Portia also knew that Zephra was very powerful.
When they got home, Portia couldn't wait to drag Zephra to the yard.
"Come." Zephra didn't prepare anything.
Portia took a few steps forward. With a yell, she swung her fist at Zephra.
Zefra grabbed Portia's wrist with one hand and pushed her away.
"Portia, if you're only at this level, you won't be able to subdue that tall guy."
"It's not over yet! Watch … "Portia suddenly swatted at Hot Vala, who was more than a meter away from her.
Suddenly, Zephra's eyes flashed and she dodged to the side.
Crack!
The glass window behind her shattered.
"Ah … How did you dodge? You can see? "
She didn't expect Zephra to be able to dodge her attack.
Zephra looked Portia up and down.
She thought of a word — awakening.
"Hey!" Portia ambushed Zephra again.
But with her skill level, she couldn't hit Zephra.
With another effortless sidestep, Gevra dodged Portia's attack.
Zephra's attention wasn't even on Portia.
She was deep in thought.
She wasn't a spiritualist. She was a dragonslayer.
She also knew that spiritualists would encounter a life-or-death situation when they awakened.
But she didn't know what the situation was.
Then, she thought about what Portia had said this morning.
Zephra couldn't help but look at Portia seriously.
"Are you going to use this ability to attack our boss today?"
"Humph! I'm being magnanimous and don't want to argue with him. "Portia's face was full of pride.
She completely forgot that she was like a coward when facing Chen Zhao.
"Don't do something so dangerous in front of the boss."
"I know, I know."
"I'm serious."
"I really know. If I accidentally hurt him, I can't afford it."
Zephra was so angry that she almost laughed.
Hurt Chen Zhao?
You can compete with the dragon to see whose arm is thicker first, then we can discuss this.
Zephra was worried that if Chen Zhao's instinctive reaction was too big …
He might really paste Portia to the wall.
"You can't even beat me. How can you beat our boss?"
"You're an assassin. You can't beat him?"
"You can treat him as a monster. Don't treat him like a normal person."
"I have superpowers."
"That's not superpowers." Zephra shook her head. "I've seen and dealt with people like you. Okay, just do what you did in the past and in the future. Don't provoke our boss. That's all."
The moment Zephra turned around, Portia ambushed her again.
"Hey!"
Portia's vision blurred and her neck felt cold.
She did not know when Zephra had appeared behind her with a dagger pressed against her neck.
"You don't want our boss to spend money to kill you, right? You know he's always generous. How much do you think you're worth? Fifty thousand? Maybe even less … "
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