Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 689

A woman's fighting moves were hardcore!

One punch and another guy down!

One kick and another guy out!

One after another, men were screaming as they were thrown through the air, crashing into the ground and leaving huge, deep craters!

Every single one of them ended up with bruised faces, lying on the ground, unable to get back up!

"Don't come any closer! Please, we were wrong, we were wrong, sob sob sob..."

"Big bro, big bro, call the cops, call the cops..."

In the end, a bunch of grown men lay on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

What kind of demon had they provoked?

Is she even human?

They had never imagined that one day they would be beaten so badly they'd need to call the police...

Upstairs, the manager was dumbfounded.

He finally understood why his boss wasn't worried at all. Miss Flora... was truly a force to be reckoned with... Ray's lips curled into a slight smile. Flora had not let him down.

He took out his phone and texted Connor: "Your sweetheart's ended up in the police station."

Inside the police station.

A group of battered and bruised youths stood in a row, each dressed in a rebellious style, clearly troublemakers. Flora stood slightly apart from them.

The girl was pale and slim, dressed in simple jeans and a white shirt, with a contrasting jacket thrown over.

Standing neatly against the wall, she looked like a good student, nothing like the delinquents surrounding her.

The police officer approached with a stern face, holding a notebook as he glanced over them.

When he had arrived at the scene, it was truly a horrific sight, with two individuals having broken ribs, immediately rushed to the hospital.

Having been a cop for many years, he knew at a glance that it was a gang fight.

Although Buzz's group had the numbers, they were the losers, hence the sorry state.

His gaze swept over them, noting their young ages and regretting their poor life choices. Finally, his eyes landed on Flora.

The girl slightly lowered her head, appearing somewhat frail due to her thin frame.

"Young lady, why don't you come over and sit down?"

The police officer waved at Flora, his tone much gentler when addressing the young girl.

It was clear to him that the girl was caught up in the altercation by chance, and he didn't want to scare her.

Flora blinked and obediently walked over to sit by the officer.

Buzz's group was flabbergasted. Why does she get to sit?

She was the one who beat them up!

"Young lady, remember to stay away from such situations in the future. It's too dangerous for a girl like you. You look so delicate; did they hurt you?"

Buzz: "???"

What?

She's delicate?!

Where on earth is she delicate!

"I wasn't hurt. They didn't hit me."

They couldn't beat me.

"Don't worry, I'm here," the police officer reassured Flora, concerned she might be afraid of Buzz and his gang "If they hurt you, you must tell me. I'll ensure justice is served."

Flora found the police officer to be quite nice and obediently responded, "Officer, I really wasn't hurt."

"That's good to hear," the officer,

replaceing Flora attractive and sweet-spoken, genuinely liked her. "I'll just take a quick statement, and after you sign it, you can go home. It's getting late, and it's not safe for a young lady like you. I'll personally arrange for a taxi to take you home."

"Thank you," Flora responded, nodding in agreement.

As Buzz watched her about to leave the station, he couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Wait, officer, you can't let her go! Why are you letting her go?! She's the one

who beat us up! You need to arrest her!*